Page 28 of Rayne

As the light illuminates his face, I'm horrified to find myself staring at Jason Voorhees. Flashbacks rock through me and I whip my head forward to look at the one pinning me against the wall.

I know what's coming, and yet, it still doesn't prepare me as the light slowly reveals the mask of Freddy Krueger.

I feel like I could almost faint here and now, but the terrifying thought of being unconscious around them forces me to stay forced. Swallowing, I pull every bit of fake confidence I can find, tilting my head up.

"Let me go, Jett."

Even with the mask covering his face, I can feel him smirking at me. He pushes his arm into me harder, pain starting to register in my brain. I grip the towel tighter, using my free hand to shove his chest.

Barely moving, he doesn't answer me, and I look over at Hawk, the flame flickering in front of his face.

"What are you doing here?" I demand. "This isn't funny."

"Scared?" Hawk asks, amused.

I scoff. "No."

Jett laughs, leaning down to bring our faces closer together. "You're shaking," he says simply.

"You just chased me through the dark house. I'm cold and only wearing a towel," I snap, gulping as my eyes scan over the mask.

"Let's play a game of cat and mouse, sis," Jett muses.

I shake my head, shoving my shoulder into him. "I'm calling the police. This is ridiculous."

Surprisingly, he moves back, lifting his hand toward my bedroom. "Go on then."

I stare at him bewildered for a few seconds before I walk into the bedroom, searching for my cell. I remember leaving it on the bed, and I run my hand over the blanket frantically in the darkness, trying to find it.

"Looking for this?" Hawk asks.

I spin around, noticing the two of them blocking the doorway. My cell is in Jett's open palm. I stomp over, reaching for it, but he pulls his hand away, fingers clutching over the device.

"Give me the cell," I demand, voice getting louder. "And get out."

"We have every right to be here just as much as you," Hawk says, stepping inside the room. "And what are the police going to do? We're just here to check on our parents' house for them. You're the hysterical one. They will merely put it under a domestic dispute and leave. Just a bunch of siblings having a petty disagreement."

I gawk at him in disbelief. "I'll tell them—"

"Tell them what? That your brothers scared you by chasing you down the hall? That the lights went out so you got scared? Poor little Tempest... maybe they can bring you a nightlight."

Anger fills me. No, not anger—pure fucking hatred. I'm not that scared little teenager anymore that they think I am.

Dad still keeps a firearm in his old office and I smash myself through the middle of them, shoving them out of the way as I step into the corridor. Before I can reach the office door, Hawk calls out.

"Looking for this?"

I turn hastily, peering over my shoulder. There's no mistaking it. Through the dark, I see it in his hand.

Dad's gun.

And he's pointing it at me.

Chapter 10

The little ounce of confidence I have is evaporated in a split second. My heart sinks, blinding white fear rocking me like never before.

I try to tell myself that they wouldn't shoot me, but then again, I don't know them at all. They are constantly surprising me with things I wouldn't believe they were capable of. That's the horrible truth… They are capable of anything.

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