Carlisle didn't stop. He continued to pull Esme with him out of the house.

"Carlisle," she cried out in terror, but he pressed on toward the line of the cars in the immediate distance.

"We're getting out of here," he said back, attempting to stay as calm as possible.

Rain poured down on them, and it made it hard to see more than a few feet in front of them in the darkness.

"The keys," Esme said, prompting him to stop in his tracks and turned for a moment to stare at her.

The two of them stood a few feet from the cars and Carlisle looked defeated. The pained look on his face gave away how disgusted he was at himself.

Esme's eyes traveled to the side and tears almost fell from her eyes. She pointed and Carlisle followed her gaze. The tires to his car were all slashed, as were the tires of the several other vehicles nearby.

"Oh my gosh..." Carlisle shook his head and ran a hand through his wet hair.

"We're in the middle of nowhere," Esme said to him in a panic, "What are we going to do? What direction would we even walk in? Even if we get to the main road we're still far from any other houses."

He looked around and shook his head, not knowing what to do. "Our best bet might be to hike out of here, Esme. I know it sounds like a stretch, but we can't wait around here."

She took a deep breath and looked in his eyes, and then nodded. "Okay."

"We'll make it," Carlisle told her, "We just have to try to go... now."

Esme nodded again and was about to take his hand when she suddenly felt shaky; something didn't feel right. "Carlisle..." she said softly.

"What?"

Her eyes scanned the darkness around them again, and then she felt the sixth sense pulling harder at her core. "Someone's out here..." Esme began to breath heavier, "Carlisle, somebody's out here with us."

He glanced around and then felt a hand slam hard onto his shoulder.

Esme screamed and Carlisle's mouth hung open as he spun around to come face to face with the massive man in the hockey mask.

"Run, Esme," he ordered, "Go!"

Before he could get another word out, the two of them began to fight, until Jason wrestled him to the ground.

It was difficult for Esme to keep up, and she stood above the two of them for a moment. Several times she attempted to hit Jason, but got glimpses of Carlisle and hesitated so she wouldn't hit him. She pushed her soaked hair away from her eyes and squinted downward.

"Carlisle!" she called out; fists balled.

When the man in the hockey mask popped up from the ground, Esme screamed again and took off running in the opposite direction.

Fear plagued her mind and body, though she was thankful that her feet didn't fail her. She ran as fast as she could waiting for a heavy hand to land on her shoulder the way it had with Carlisle, but it never happened.

Seconds later, Esme was back inside the main cabin. She wasted no time slamming the door behind her and locking it before rushing toward a room on the first level and locking herself in it.

She took a second to regain her senses and crouched down by the door she had just closed and waited.

There was nothing but silence, though it seemed to ring in her eardrums like a heavy metal song. Finally, she was able to process a question she desperately wanted to know the answer to: what had happened to Carlisle? Was he dead?

Esme closed her eyes, knowing she couldn't think about it without going completely mad and irrational. She needed to stay sharp in order to attempt to survive the madman that was on the loose.

A low jingling sound from somewhere else in the house made Esme freeze. She listened and waited before recognizing the next sound - the sound of the front door being thrown open. It slammed against the wall with a loud thud and she pressed her eyes shut for a moment before focusing again.

Behind her, she eyed a window that she knew she could easily fit through. Out in the cabin Esme could hear rustling and the sound of doors behind opened and shut. She knew it was just a matter of time before he made his way to the room she had locked herself in. Whoever he was, he had seen her go into the house so there was no mystery that she was hiding. He wouldn't stop until he found her.

Esme glanced at the window again and slowly backed away from where she sat crouched down. Step by step she grew closer and hoped that sliding the window open wouldn't make enough noise to draw the maniac right in her direction.

She sighed and outstretched her arm as she closed in on the square of glass. Just before her fingers touched the cold window pane, the doorknob to the room began to twist violently.

Esme put her free hand over her mouth before regaining her composure and pressing on with her mission.

The doorknob began to twist and turn with more ferocity and Esme's concerns for a lack of noise subsided. She tugged at the latch and threw the window open before hurrying out the window just as the door to the room flung open.

Esme looked up and saw the hockey mask for just a second before dropping off and to the muddy ground as he charged the small opening. She landed on both feet and fled as a hand reached through the open window.

Again, her feet never failed her; Esme ran and ran until she felt her lungs would quite literally explode. She didn't know where she was, or how far she had gone but she was away from the cabin; away from the monster.

Where am I? she thought in a panic.

The truth was that Esme didn't know where the man had gone. He could have just been a short ways behind her and she wouldn't have known. Still, she couldn't run full force any longer.

She put her hands on her knees and looked up the path just a short ways. In the distance she could make out the silhouette of a structure. It wasn't quite a house, yet it appeared to be some sort of unprofessional, man-made shelter.

Esme hesitated and looked over her shoulder before venturing forth toward the unknown structure.