Page 27 of Wrong Turn

“Well…I…umm…”

“Wouldyoulike to lead us back to the cabin?” he snarls. Why is he getting so angry? It’s like a switch has flipped. He’s a completely different person now, I don’t even recognize him. I understand that men don’t like to be questioned or challenged, but I don’t think a simple question warrants this kind of reaction. “If you’d like to lead the way, be my fucking guest, bitch.”

“What the fuck, Lukas?”

“Stop calling me that!” he snaps.

“What?” I cower.

“Lukas!” he roars, “That’s not my fucking name!”

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Fear like I’ve never known sinks all the way down to my marrow, freezing any response I had on my tongue. I was terrified when I saw Bridget mutilated. But this? I’m in real danger now, and the terror is crippling. I look at him, really observe him. There’s dark stains all over his clothes, a wickedness seeps from him infusing the air around us, its darkness seeming to snuff out any lingering light in the woods.

“What’s the matter, Sav? Killer got your tongue?” His smile is malicious as it spreads across his face unnaturally. “At least you know how to stay silent in the face of danger, Bridget didn’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

He killed Bridget? Shit. Shit. Shit. Of course he did. It’s why he’s out here looking for me. I separated from the group, just like she did.

I turn and run, pushing my legs as fast as they’ll carry me. I weave around trees, their wet branches slapping against my face. It hurts like a motherfucker but it’s nothing in comparison to what I’ll endure if he gets ahold of me, whoever he is. What were we thinking, letting him into our little group of weak and defenceless women? How stupid are we? He didn’t even give us his real name.

I will myself not to look back, but I can’t help it. I have to know where he is. I can’t contain the scream that erupts from my throat when I see he’s hot on my ass. He could reach out and grab me if he really wanted to. But, of course, this is all a game to him. The hunter and the hunted. Cat and mouse. Predator and prey.

I take a sharp turn to the left, and then dart to the right. He slips on the wet underbrush, skidding and kicking muddy leaves up into the air. I buy myself precious seconds as he scrambles back to his feet, massively pissed off and covered in mud now.

“I wouldn’t go that way if I were you!” he hollers.Yeah, like I’m going to listen to him.“Savannah, I’m serious. That’s the wrong way!”Bullshit, it’s probably the right way. Most likely a straight shot right to the cabin, and my safety.“Savannah! STOP!” he demands.Not a fucking chance, psycho.

I push myself harder than I ever have before, my feet carrying me loud and fast through the forest, bobbing and weaving through the thickening brush.That means I’m getting closer to the base of the trail,I think. Hope plants a seed as I become a force plowing through the woods.

But the ground is too wet, and there’s too much momentum behind my body that I can’t stop. I break through the forest, but by the time I register the drop, I’m already in a free fall.

Lukas appears at the cliff face, watching me plummet to my death. His face is the last thing I see before my back collides with the sharp landslide of rocks. Agony tears me apart upon impact as every bone in my body breaks, the ringing in my ears is piercing enough to pop the drum. There’s a tornado of emotions ripping through me, followed by a reel of my favourite memories. They chase away the fear and pain, replacing it with a warmth that flows over me. I’m not scared anymore. I’m calm. I know I’m dying, and peace finds me as my eyes fall shut, my energy dispersing back into the universe.

26

HONEY, I’M HOME

CYRUS

The house is quiet…a little too quiet. “Little psycho, where are you?” I yell out in a sing-song voice.

“Back here,” Amber yells. I make my way through the kitchen, and down the hallway, following a blood trail. Crimson drops speckle the floor, and cast off spray peppers a wall to the right. What the hell did I miss? I absorb her brutality as I check each room for her along the way. When I spot her, I’m met with a scene that makes me hard all over again. What is it about her that makes me lightheaded from the speed at which my blood abandons my brain and shoots to my dick?

I step into the doorway of the bedroom Fallon was residing in, and there’s its tenant, sprawled out and being bound by all fours on the bed. I let my eyes slowly roll over her figure. Her clothes are saturated in blood, and the skin that isn’t stained red is a ghostly white. She’s still alive, but barely. She’ll succumb to the blood loss sooner than later. Better put this boner to good use while I still have a warm place to stick it.

Everything about Fallon screams purity, even beneath all the cuts and blood I can feel that her body remains untouched internally by anyone. The outside of her body is another story, Amber clearly had an issue with her and unleashed it. I zone in on Fallon's matted blonde hair, it’s caked with blood, and beneath the rats nest is a pretty nasty welt. It looks like someone started the fun without me.

If I could’ve pulled out my phone and taken a picture of this scene, I would’ve set it as my wallpaper. Capturing Amber and Fallon in this moment to reminisce on forever.

I can’t help but notice we are one woman short. Did she kill her already? “Hey, where’s Summer?”

Amber’s eyes dart to mine, wide and wild. “She freaked out when she saw me hit Fallon. I sent her for firewood but she came back to grab something. FUCK!”

She’s panicking and it’s god damn adorable. Don’t worry, I’ll save the day. I walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle. I pull her to me, breathing in her scent. She smells of the forest, the storm, the mud, and me. It makes my cock throb against her perfect ass. She relaxes against me, the tension in her body dispersing for just a moment.

“Do you want me to go find her?” I ask.

“No. There’s no way she would’ve really run off. If I know her as well as I think I do, she took off because I scared the shit out of her. She just needs a minute alone to register what she saw, then she’ll come crawling back asking all the questions.”

“We can’t have any loose ends, Amber.” I don’t give a damn if this was her blood sister or whatever…we have a plan, and we’re sticking to it. A plan that has been months in the making. One I’ve been perfecting since stumbling across Amber on a web forum for people who have an obsession for serial killers. The hardest part was trying to figure out how to get all of the girls here at once. It was pure dumb luck that Summer wanted toleave the city with everyone to recharge her witchy shit during the meteor shower. A bunch of supernatural bullshit if you ask me, but it got them here, so I won’t complain externally. Amber got a hold of me, asking if I had any open rentals the weekend of the celestial event. I didn’t…but I told Amber that I did. No way in hell was I putting this plan on hold any longer. She had me aching for her, so the couple that was previously occupying this cabin had to go.

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