Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with Chapter 5 of Pluto Vacation; First Signs of Danger. We are now getting into the death of those we love, ladies and gentlemen. So for those happy to see death, it's here. I'm looking at you Metroid-Killer. Last chapter, we had Kuro and Samus bonding, Marth, Sheik, Zelda, and Link getting angry at each other for people backstabbing others and all that jazz, and that Luigi loves working with the spirits of the dead. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and we'll see everyone on the flipside.
10:30 PM, Husen Family Guest Cabin, Denver, Colorado, December 19th, 2015
Marth yawned loudly, ignoring the pointed stare from Robin as he did this. Sheik idly fumbled with her braid, flipping it from one side to other. Cold didn't even begin to describe the frigid feel of the guest cabin. For being right behind the main lodge of the resort, you'd think there'd be connecting heat valves or something of the like. Robin shuddered, trying to take her mind off of things that were in the same room as her. Peach and Luigi probably had an extremely long time to chat, perhaps curled up by a warm fire. How long was she supposed to stay here in this cabin exactly?
Deciding that now would be a good time as any, she cleared her throat. The way Marth and Sheik kept on staring at each other in the eyes without even saying word bugged her beyond belief. "Are you two just going to sit there? You too have eye fucked for the past ten minutes without a word going by, and I'm standing here picking away at my nails, as in they are the only interesting thing here. Anything romantic going to happen between you guys?"
Sheik's eyes bulged. "Well... shit, R... tell me how you really feel..." she mumbled.
Marth made a sneer. "I didn't realize you for the impatient type."
"You're so fucking disgusting," Robin snorted. "I am going to go take a walk. If I come back here and you guys haven't started sixty-nining each other yet, then let me join and it'll be some stupid threesome." She crossed her arms angrily, before wrenching open the door and jogging out into the blizzard that was wreaking havoc on the outside environment. In the distance, the main lodge looked tiny in a luminescent halo.
The cabin drowned in silence again, miniscule dust and ice particles floating around in the vacuum of the two lovers breath. Marth and Sheik locked eyes, the latter's mouth curving into a wicked smile. "I would've thought she was going to stay in here till we'd fall asleep. Hard to believe she actually suggested sex. As if we weren't going to do it, but still..."
"She's never been the girlfriend type." Marth chuckled.
"I often paired her with Red. Thinking they'd often find a way to screw each other before too long." Sheik said.
"Well, since we now do have the luxury to do whatever the hell we want, where do we start?"
The blonde took a moment to think about it. "Personally, I like listening to music when I get hot and heavy... which we've done in the past..." she took a second to let her warm breath flow over the nape of her boyfriend's neck, tingles rising and goosebumps hammering his shoulders. "But... classical has come and gone in my world." Sheik patted down her jeans, frowning.
"What?"
"My phone is missing..." she sighed with anguish.
"Where'd you put it last?"
"I took it out when Zelda started getting in my face. Knew that if she'd try something, glass would get broken, blood would flow, and we'd have a nasty situation on our hands. Put it on the table. Didn't bother picking it up."
"We can have Kuro come give it to us. Or I'll go get it." Marth offered, being the somewhat good guy he knew he could be.
"No," Sheik tapped her chin. "It'll be too tiresome for someone to go out in a storm to give me my phone. Not doing that. Unfair to you, or anyone else. I wouldn't even make Zelda come out here."
"It's literally half a mile." Marth chided.
"Still a long walk. Not making an effort."
The two shifted closer to each other, Marth's hands swiftly moving to the zipper in the front of Sheik's jacket. Sheik gently played with his chest, soft fingers lacing ticklish skin, flesh that shivered when touched ever so slightly. The jacket was slung off, discarded to the ground. She moved closer than before, practically sitting in his lap so she could feel his warm, stuttering breath stir something feisty in her heart. She attached to his shoulder by the teeth, causing him cry out. The two fell onto each other.
She twirled his hair into a curl, whispering quietly. "If you think this evening is going to be slow and sweet, you have another thing coming... Mr. Presidential..."
He turned a rather peculiar shade of purple. "Sounds like my type of party. When do we start?"
"Right now." Sheik's lips made a grim smile, before kissing him forcefully, hands immediately seizing the crotch.
The sex didn't mind having an audience inside the cabin. Outside... that was a different story.
10:35 PM, Husen Family Lodge, Denver, Colorado, December 19th, 2015
Kuro wiped five layers of dust off the table, taking the Ouija board from Luigi's hands and snapping it in place to the center so whomever sat around it would have equal reach. "Luigi, where in the fuck did you find this?"
"Under the couch." replied the said male being questioned.
Red raised an eyebrow. "How- why was it under there?"
"Why were you looking there in the first place?" Samus asked.
Luigi blushed. "I dropped my contact down under the couch and groped around for it. Found the contact, and then my hand brushed something thin, but long. Peach watched me drag it out. I thought it'd be cool to experiment with."
"You never want to experiment with one of these things." Kuro shuddered.
Samus stood up, clasping her hands together. "You know... I'd rather not. I've been through enough spooking for one night. Lucas is sleeping, Zelda and Link decided to go get Miss Prime Bitch's bag, and Robin hasn't returned with the peanut gallery. You guys have fun. I see a hot bath in my crystal ball. Good night." she waved half-heartedly, turning around to march up the stairs to the second floor of the lodge.
"Amateur." snorted the green donned boy.
"She couldn't handle a simple jump scare," Red shrugged. "I doubt she'll stand this."
"Are you in?" Luigi asked Kuro.
"I'm clearing the table, aren't I?" responded the dark-haired individual, making a 'duh' movement with his hands.
"Why the hell not?" Peach sighed, getting up from her position on the couch. Unbeknownst to them, Marth and Sheik about half a mile from their very position would be getting their hammering action on- and they'd sit down at a table to commute with the dead.
Red dragged four chairs up to the table, fixated so each willing participant would have equidistant reach to the pointer. Kuro blew off more layers of dust and grime. The board hadn't been touched for several eons, given by what its outer appearance showed. Peach stifled a yawn. It was getting late, and the last thing any of them, their friends included, needed, was a gigantic scare to cause insomnia over the whole lodge. In midnight paint, the 26 letters of the alphabet were spread out, while off to the sides were the numbers ranging from 0-9. The pointer was wooden, in the style of a square so the highlighted letter could be seen clearly through the space.
Going clockwise from Kuro, who sat at the head of table facing the couch, it went from him, to Peach, with Luigi sitting next to her, and lastly Red. The four sighed at different moments, shaking the last uncertain moments of nervousness off. No going back.
"Any directions for this thing?" Red brought up, seeing how everyone else was eager to start pointing.
"You've never used one of these before?" Luigi asked in stupefaction.
"No. Does everyone?"
"Yes." Kuro said with a straight face, before bursting out laughing.
"We all put our fingers on the pointer, and ask it questions," Peach explained. "Normally there will be a main person who will ask the questions and we see if we get a response. Sometimes you do. Sometimes you don't."
"Depends on the ambiance." Luigi butted in.
The blonde of the table nodded. "That too."
"Should we light a candle or something?" Red frowned.
"I prefer the dark. Makes me feel at home," Kuro said. "Not that I'm a psychopath or anything..." he added quickly, seeing the hesitant expressions plastered on his friends faces.
"Can we start..." Luigi whined impatiently.
"Who's going to be our medium?" replied the host of the lodge gathering.
"Peach." Red pointed.
"Why me?"
"Because, out of everyone still awake in the lodge, you haven't had a scaring or spooking. I frightened Samus and Kuro in the basement, Luigi found the spirit board, Marth and Sheik are experiencing the horrors of how their bodies act in sex, Zelda has the horror of the outside weather destroying her stuff, Link's got her wrapped around his arm. Lucas will never get any sleep around here with how much noise we produce... and Robin has got the walking lude train as company. Those are horrific experiences. You haven't had one yet. Now you can get the opportunity to."
"You can be such a bitch." Peach rolled her eyes.
"Aww... I'm glad you finally noticed."
"This is why we don't all hang out together this often anymore, you guys." Luigi chuckled.
"I thought you wanted to get started, no?" Kuro raised a questioning eyebrow, regarding the boy who sat opposite him.
"Stop rushing me."
"You're being hypocritical."
"Holy shit! Shut the fuck up!" Red screeched, slamming his palm on the table.
The group of friends squeaked into silence. Peach cleared her throat, being the first person to put a finger on the pointer. Reluctantly, Red followed suit, and to not be unmatched, Luigi joined. In an ironic twist of events, Kuro was last to join.
Slowly, but surely, the newly appointed medium of the group mustered courage and spoke. "Hello. Is anyone there?"
They all held their breaths, the pointer began to twitch. It'd shift out of position before sliding back. Then, it zapped in blinding speed to spell out YES.
"That's freaky as fuck..." Red whispered lowly.
"Shush." Luigi chided.
"Continue, Medium Tydal."
Peach closed her eyes. "Can we ask who we are speaking to?"
A low screech came from the pointer, causing the group to jump, before watching as the wooden square moved without their fingers even touching it, like the normal 'rules', if they could be called that, stated. Starting with Kuro, and going in a circle in how they sat, each person read off a letter.
"Y."
"O."
"U."
"Know me..." Red finished.
"We know this person?" Peach leaned forward.
"How the fuck is this thing moving without us having our fingers near it?"
"I guess it really wanted to work..." Luigi suggested weakly.
"Ask it something else." Kuro tapped Peach on the shoulder.
She gulped, fear evident in her diamond eyes. This didn't exactly plan out the way she meant it to. "Umm... so you say that we know you? Who are you then? Why have you decided to answer our calling?"
The pointer began moving. Fast. Red tried following it with his eyes, the speed making him see fire and dizziness. He clutched his head in his hands, groaning heavily. This wasn't turning out so great.
Kuro spelled out the word that was made. "W-A-R-N-I-N-G. Guys, it's a warning."
"From who? From what?" Peach asked, eyes wide and terrified.
"Peach, calm down," Luigi assured her. "We need to know who we're communicating with. Instead of asking trivial questions, we have to get down to business."
"Ask it who it is." Red prompted.
The blonde bit her lip. "We can't heed a warning if we don't know who you are. Can you tell us who you are?" Shit hit the fan as soon as the words left her mouth. Kuro started the reading again.
"S."
"I."
"S."
"T." Red spoke, trying to figure out what the word could possibly be.
"E."
"R." Peach finished. She gasped. "Sister..." her eyes immediately locked onto Kuro, who had his hands up in frozen shock, eyes confused, mouth partly open.
"Who- whose sister?" he asked, incoherent to make a functional statement.
Luigi scoffed. "Come on... is this for real?"
"Shut up! I believe it is true," Kuro snarled. He pointed at Peach. "Ask it whose sister it is."
"Dude... it's gotta be one of yours. None of us have siblings. Least that aren't dead." Red thought about it logically, although the last bit was mumbled.
Kuro's eyes thinned. "Okay..." he nodded, accepting the fact. "Which sister is it then?"
Peach's head was spinning, but she had to do this. "Who are we speaking to? Is this Midna?" The board responded with a no, a loud THUNK for emphasis.
"Well... we know it isn't her." Luigi picked at the table.
The only living sibling for the Husen family scooted his chair up to the table, hands covering the board. "Lu- Lucy? Lucina... can you hear me?" It seemed his words overtook Peach's, as the pointer responded with another YES.
Luigi felt like vomiting. "Oh... oh my god."
"I don't know where to start..." Red was finding a lot more interest in his beige cap at the moment than the board and its surrounding darkness.
"Lucina... what happened to you last year, on that night? Everyone is worried sick about you. It may seem strange, but I- I need you here with me. Taking care of all the ground work. It's been a rough last couple months without you, and I'm so sorry. I need to know firsthand from you, what happened when you and Midna went out into the woods?"
The four held their breath, each heart pound like an echoing drum in the darkness of an abyss filled with death. Peach tried to cover her face, anything to make her eyes unable to see what would be spelled, but time and time again she kept on breaking that futile resistance. Her heart lusted for answers. She needed to know. Red felt equally as guilty, cap covering his eyes every few seconds, to then be snatched up to reveal the board. Up. Down. Up. Down. Luigi and Kuro both stared at the board, one blank, the other filled with emotion. The two couldn't determine which took on what emotion. Perhaps it was mixed.
"No one ever told me this!" Kuro screamed.
Luigi shrieked. "What?"
"It was just a prank Lucina! We're so sorry!" Peach cried out, hands moving to her hair.
Red stared emptily at the pointer which had spelled Midna. Killed. I. Was. Next. "Guys..." his voice was lost and desperate. "What's she talking about?"
Peach shook her head back and forth. "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know."
"We just need to keep our heads, that's all. I think Lucina is telling us that someone killed her and Midna last year. Warning us about this killer." Luigi racked his brain for a possible explanation.
Kuro swallowed his fear. "Lucy... who- who killed you?"
The response made his blood go cold. You. Already. Know. Who.
"But- we have no clue-" Red started.
Another low screech came from the board, the pointer flying like crazy to spell out one last word. "Goodbye..." Peach breathed, voice heavy, chest heaving. As soon as the words left her lips, the pointer shattered, ripped into a million tiny pieces. The board was then slashed down the middle, before a wail erupted from it before the Ouija board crumpled up together like paper machete.
Everyone stared in shock, speechlessness couldn't even start to describe what rippled through each of their hearts.
"Someone... someone killed them?" Kuro repeated to himself, looking at his hands as if they were drenched in blood.
"Holy shit..." Peach wiped away a tear.
"Luigi..." Red whispered.
"I- I don't know what to say." Luigi said truthfully, lost in how to even move.
Kuro shook his head, backing up from his chair. "No. You guys... I refuse to believe what just happened. This is bullshit. This isn't real. That wasn't Lucina we spoke to. Or anyone for that matter. I won't believe that!"
"No... Kuro, you wanted to use the spirit board!" Peach pleaded.
"I don't know... that if you somehow thought that messing with me would somehow get the grief to become a laughing matter... you guys are sorely fucking mistaken!" he screeched.
"Dude... calm down. It's not her fault." Red insisted weakly.
"I don't need this right now. You guys are so fucking full of it!" Kuro snapped angrily, storming off into a quick run the opposite stair case, the one leading to the lower floors and basement.
"Sh- should we go after him?" Peach stuttered.
"No. Give him some time." Luigi waved a weak hand.
"I don't blame him. That was crazy. Lucina practically went ballistic on us!" Red agreed.
"If you were faking it... I gotta say, that was one hell of a job."
"Neither of us were faking anything!" Peach and Red both jumped in together, hands lumped into fists, faces bright red.
"That was serious," Red shook his head. "I- I need to clear my head a bit. Get some air. That was too fucking ridiculous. You two... I suggest getting lost in some bottle of booze or something." He got up from the table, heading out into the cold and blizzard air of Denver, Colorado.
Peach and Luigi locked eyes the moment the door to the main lodge slammed shut. "Now what should we do?" Peach asked, lost in all sense of direction.
He took a long sigh. "I truthfully don't know. We can try and look into what Lucina said. She did tell us her and Midna had been killed. Murderers in the area is a place to start."
"Where could we find that out?"
"There's a library downstairs."
"But-"
"I know. Kuro went down there. Doesn't matter. We need to look in the library. See what we can find." Luigi said.
"And if we actually do find something?" Peach didn't want to think like that.
"Then we do." was all her crush answered, face grim, eyes gone dark.
11:00 PM, Husen Resort, Denver Colorado, December 19th, 2015
Red hugged his sides tight, trying to comb his way through the blizzard that currently howled outside, blinding his sight with pallid sheets of snow and ice. Moments of the séance flickered by. Midna and I were killed. You already know who. The fact that the board ripped itself to shreds, the pointer splintering into four equal pieces. No person could alter that, neither Kuro nor Luigi pulled a prank. Whatever just happened, it was real. Lucina and Midna were killed by someone, and that the death was offered as a warning... that person could be back.
"This wasn't exactly what I signed up for." he mumbled, shifting through the snow.
Kuro's reaction surprised him more than the actual summoning. Bitter... betrayed... but he was the devil's advocate, he wanted to use the Ouija board, knowing the testy game he'd be playing along too. The vacation was going off to a brilliant start, with everyone scattering into numerous directions, people breaking the trusts of others kept long ago. What friends they all were.
He couldn't stay out in the elements for much longer, he'd succumb to hypothermia or frostbite- which ever killed him first. Red lost track of how far he walked. He honestly, more than anything, wanted to go back home. Take a cleansing of holy water. Repent sins. Two friends were dead and now haunting them. Life was just peachy.
"In order to leave, I have to go back..." Red shuddered. He tightened his beige cap down over his head, stopping in his tracks. Was that someone running towards him? He began backing up, before tripping on a rock and falling back into the snow. He cried out, covering his face with his hands. A bright beam shone in his face as the sound of footsteps softened, whomever it was approaching his position.
The tired face of Robin Jett appeared over him, a flashlight in her hands, jacket slung over her shoulders. Her eyes brightened, but her brow furrowed at the sight of her friend crumbled up into a ball in the snow, protecting himself. Did she look like a bear or something. "Red?" she exclaimed, eyes worried. She helped him up from the ground.
Red's face relaxed as he saw who it was, a sigh escaping his lips. "Oh... hey R."
"What are you doing out here?"
"I can give you three guesses. Same can be said for you." he gave her a sly smile.
Robin huffed a tuff of hair out of her eyes. "I was sick and tired of Marth and Sheik eye fucking each other without getting it on. My rage probably mustered the hormones in blue boy's cock and now there sixty nining each other as we speak... possibly. You?"
"That was way too much detail for me... never give me a mental image of our friends having sex. Ever," Red gagged. He put his hands on his knees, hanging his head low. "I needed some air. The cabin feels tighter than a locker. All tense. Were you going back?"
"Yeah... I wasn't going to stay at the guest cabin or let myself get involved in some threesome. I'd prefer to keep my virginity, thank you." Robin made a face.
"Good choice."
"Why do you need some air?"
"Fucked up shit happened in that lodge," Red panted. "Luigi and Kuro are out of their fucking minds I tell you."
"What happened?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
Red stood up straight, trying to not make eye contact. "Luigi found an Ouija board. So, since we were really bored, him, alongside Kuro, myself, and Peach, we summoned spirits. And one answered."
"Who?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Red repeated.
Robin's answer was the same. "Still try me."
"Lucina." was all the capped boy said, before turning around.
Silence, and then, "You aren't bullshitting me, are you?"
"No. We spoke to Lucina. Told us someone killed her and Midna last year, on this very night. They went missing because they're dead! Lucy warned us, and then let Kuro knows who exactly did it."
A hand went to her mouth, trying to not vomit. "Oh... that's horrible."
"You can see why I would have wanted some air."
"No kidding." Robin agreed.
"I just don't know what to do now."
"I'd second that as well."
"I-" Red opened his mouth to speak, when a louder, stronger, eviler voice cut him off.
"You, my dear friends are foolish. Running out in the snow like this, freezing to death. What would your parents say? So irresponsible these days." the voice chided. The two tensed. The voice was male.
"Who- who's there?" Robin asked to the wind, a slight stutter causing her strength to falter.
"Someone who knows you all too well."
"Give us your name!" Red declared boldly.
"You may call me... Freak." the voice decided.
"Well, Freak, what do you want with us?"
"To warn you. Lucina Husen did that job already, but I'm doing it again."
"Warning us of the murderer?" Robin gulped, clutching Red's hand absentmindedly.
"Sad story, really," Freak responded in an unknown location. "Two sisters, vulnerable to all the humility and cruelty the world had to offer. One friend sits out and lets the prank happen without helping. Two try with futile meaning. Others watch. Poor, poor friends. It must be so sad, so real, to have it face you again. Don't you remember? But... I'm getting off track. Lucina and Midna Husen went running, out into the woods. They ran into someone they didn't expect. That person killed them. Ruthlessly. One was shot, the other had a knife driven into her chest. You can decide who had which fate." Although the two friends couldn't see him, Red bet his lucky stars that this person was smiling.
He licked his lips. "How do you know of this?"
"I am glad you asked me, my dear Red Kyne. How do I know of this, you ask? That's because Lucina and Midna Husen were killed by a guy named Freak. Which would be me. The poor red head, that sappy bluenette met their deaths at my hands. My bullet lodged in Midna's chest, my knife desecrating Lucy's skin. Thank you for this audience, as now... the tables will be turned."
"What-" Robin began to scream, before her voice died in her throat as a new formidable shape outlined itself in the blizzard, slowly approaching.
Red let go of her hand, stepping up slowly. "Don't you dare think of getting any closer?"
Freak laughed. "Silly boy. That's what Lucina said right before they died. Shame on how insanity works. Besides, I don't need to be up close and personal with my prey. This distance will do." As soon as these words left his lips, there was a bright flicker, one of a flame.
A stream of fire, ripping a fierce cardinal, ejected from a cylinder object held in the killer's hand. It consumed Red whole, and the teen screeched as the flame licked at his skin. He collapsed into a pile of twitching flesh, smoke eroding from his body. Robin screamed, turning to run. Freak made a tisk sound with his tongue. She wouldn't be getting away that easily now. He leaped forward, unsheathing the knife at his waist. He grabbed her by the hair, causing her to yelp. He always hated her voice. Freak thrusted the knife up through the middle of her neck, grinning hollowly when the blade appeared out the other end of the skin barrier. Robin's hand fruitlessly grappled at his arm, before being dropped to the snow, dead. Her eyes were open, staring with an inebriated gaze at the blood pool flowing from her ripped apart throat.
Freak wiped off the knife with two fingers, drenching the skin a putrid crimson. He licked the blood off of his fingers, grimacing. "Hers is way too salty." he concluded, putting the knife back up.
He turned around, knowing that his work now directed himself to the guest cabin, where poor old Sheik Boeing and Marth Lowell would come face to face with the reality of one angry parent... you didn't have sex on his watch and get away with it. He laughed out, letting the wind carry his voice.
"Thank you my dear Robin Jett, for giving me that tidbit of information. Now I'll use it to scrape the skin off of the unsuspecting blonde's bones." Freak grinned to himself. This night was just getting better and better.
11:30 PM, Husen Family Guest Lodge, Denver, Colorado, December 19th, 2015
Marth zipped up his jeans, throwing back on his ruined shirt. Sheik tucked her knees closer to her chest, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. She tried putting as little pressure as possible on her butt, the soreness made everything so much more painful.
"You have had too much practice." she teased him.
"Hey, when you're a guy as fucking good looking as me, you use it to your advantage. Surprised no male has even come at me yet." Marth winked, taking pride in his 'exceptional' manhood.
The two leaned in for another kiss, but only a kiss as resuming sex would be painful for both and they didn't need that right there and then. Their lips were so close to touching, a bristle feeling could be felt at the closest points when a resounding shatter from another room in the cabin disrupted their love making.
"Marth... what is that?" Sheik asked, tightening herself more.
"Fuck," he hissed. "I- I don't know."
"Can you go find out? Please?"
"I- uh- sure." Marth nodded, getting off the couch.
The sound seemed to come from the back of the cabin, albeit which wasn't very big to begin with. He grabbed a flashlight from the cabinet next to the couch, deserting his girlfriend back in the living room. Silence was filled with a rippling howl, curtains blowing in all these various directions. He leaned around a corner to see the bathroom, the window right above it broken, a gaping hole allowing the freezing air outside to enter.
Marth crept forward slowly, wary of anything and everything in the bathroom. Leaning down as he got near the object, his eyes seized something rectangular. Picking up, he examined it. It was a phone. Namely, more important, Sheik's phone.
He could feel her presence, padded feet gently walking along the floorboards. "Honey, what is it?" her voice quivered.
"Your phone." he said, although he didn't believe it.
Sheik was reading him loud and clear, moving her head forward in a jerk. "What? How is it my phone?"
"I- I don't know," Marth shrugged. "It came in through the window. Someone had to have thrown it."
"Oh for fuck's sake... dammit," she hissed, snatching her phone from her boyfriend's grip, blood boiling. "Those selfish pricks!"
"What?"
"Those assholes probably followed us out here and videotaped the whole damn thing with my phone. Watched us make a fucking porno or something... Marth, they are assholes and you know it was probably Zelda who came up with the stupid idea as it was!" Sheik ranted.
"Babe- be rational about this!" Marth called as she strode out of the bathroom.
She wrenched open the front door to the cabin, stepping outside to the porch. It had to be Zelda. Or Robin. Or anyone who wanted to get a good fucking laugh. "Hey! Pricks! Yeah, that means you! I know you're out there! The fuck do you think you're trying to do? You want to ruin our fun that bad? We already did the good stuff, you dumb losers. Did you have fun seeing me get all the action, ungrateful sluts and whores? Huh? I'll tell you now, right now... you can't ruin our good time! You can't! Marth and I just fucked! It was hot! We both had so much fun! And for those of you who filmed this, it's going to make a great pornography video! Have fun! So enjoy it, because I know he and I both did!" she finished her rant, huffing and sighing before walking back into the cabin.
Marth ran up behind her, slamming the door shut. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" he hissed.
"Give me a break." she rolled her eyes.
The two looked at each other, perhaps for another kiss. Sheik took a step forward, to then be thrown back by Marth pushing her.
There was screaming, and the loud shattering of glass. Marth. Marth was screaming for his damn life, a gloved hand grabbing him by the head, trying to wrench him through the window on the door. Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Sheik scrambled backwards on all fours as her boyfriend screamed, thrashing in the grip of whomever this attacker was. This was no prank. She leaped forward for his hands, grabbing his left before there was another resounding crack, a strong upheave and Marth was gone, taken through the door.
Sheik stood, face peering through the window. "MARTH!" she screamed.
Wooh boy... holy shit. That- that was crazy, huh? Was that enough death this time around? It looks like our killer Freak has offed two of the club, Robin Jett and Red Kyne. And he also has come after Marth. Originally it was going to be Sheik getting grabbed, but since I want to have a powerful female character besides from Samus, this worked enough for me. I am super excited for these next few chapters, and our list of victims will slowly grow thin. What did you think of the séance, and Kuro's flip out? Any new signs pointing towards our illustrious Freak? Thank you all for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful day! I love you all! Bye!