Deaths Inheritance

Chapter 2 - Moth to a Flame

Suddenly behind them, Elijah and Willow appeared, carrying big stacks of wood, grunting to the heaviness, breaking a sweat. "Where the hell have you lil' freaks been?", Michelle added, smirking at them with a wink. "Shut your mouth, Michelle, we were gathering more wood, look how much we're carrying.", Elijah shook his head at her as him and Willow dropped their stack into the hole, just about enough for it to last and work. Willow strutted back over to Michelle, shooting her a smile. "Elijah? Seriously?", Michelle whispered to her in pure disbelief. "It wasn't like that, Chelle. We're just friends, alright?", Willow insisted, shutting Michelle's comment down within an instant. Elijah's eyes followed over to April's, meeting. She had a saddened look, believing what the others thought, he noticed this and bit his lip nervously, strolling over to her. "Hey, whats up?", Elijah asked curiously, smiling with one side of his mouth. "Nothin', i'm okay.", April spoke in response, shooting him a fake smile. "Okay, you can talk to me, y'know, i care about you. I'm gonna get this camp fire lit.", Elijah gazed at her before walking away, kneeling down and grabbing his pocket sized can of gas, pulling it from his back pocket, tilting the head down towards the wood, soaking each part. "Lets get this shit started!", Adrian jumped up and down enthusiastically, opening the crate of beer, a wide smile on his face. He walked around in a circle to everyone, handing them a beer each. "Andddd, for you m'lady!", Adrian vocalized as he got to Abigail, reaching his hand out and passing the bottle to her. "Thank you, sir.", Abigail responded, matching the vibe she was giving. Elijah threw the can away and pulled his lighter out, drawing closer to the fuel, flicking the top of the casing up, igniting the lighter and setting the wood on fire, jumping back so he doesn't get caught in it. The group all sat down on the enclosed tree logs, big enough for people to sit on. Elijah sat next to April, analysing her.

1 HOUR LATER:

Some time has passed by, everyone has a decent amount of alcohol in their system, chatting away and laughing, having the time of their lives. Michelle whistled and clapped her hands, "Can i have EVERYONE'S attention, i have an idea!", She smiled toothily, scheming something. Quentin and Elijah looked at eachother, giving a 'what is she doing' look to one another. "We should play...truth or dare BUT there is NO restrictions to the dares, or questions.", Michelle added. Willow sighed next to her, glaring at her, knowing what Michelle is like, she always has some evil plan up her sleeve. Colby smirked and eyed the others, "Okay, lets play.", he spoken enthusiastically, the group agreeing. They were drunk, they were happy, what could possibly happen?. "i"ll go first then.", Elijah confidently declared. Looking at each of them, wondering who to choose. "Rosaleen! Truth or Dare?", Elijah grinned in her direction. Everyone looked over to her with a small smile, ready to see what she chooses. "Hmmm, decisions, decisions. I'll go with dare!", Rosaleen yelled enthusiastically, the alcohol breaking her out of her shell. "Okay, i like the confidence, hm, lets seeeee, i dare you....chug these 2 beers in under a minute.", Elijah sucked his teeth as he demanded. "Okay, watch me.", Rosaleen winked and grabbed two full bottles of beer, although she was disgusted by beer, she cracked them open and inhaled deeply. "3....2....1!", Elijah shouted as everyone giggled. "C'mon Rose!", April yelled in support, clapping her hands. "I'm counting!", Colby spoke out loud. Suddenly, just twenty seconds passed and the first bottle was empty. Rosaleen shook her face and made a disgusted noise. Another twenty seconds passed, and she had done it, finishing off the bottles.

"Holy shit!", they all shouted in sync, shocked. Elijah, April, Michelle, Colby and Quentin clapped their hands loudly, in a proud way. "Well done.", Elijah whistled. "Okay...", Rosaleen burped, "..My turn now.". She scanned each person, pointing her finger, her vision blurred from the alcohol. "Michelle, you're up! Truth or Dare?", Michelle jumped as she heard her name, flicking her hair with her hand, "Dare, give me what you got.", She framed cockily, taking a sip from her drink. Adrian tapped on his knees like drums excitedly. "Okay..sooo..uhhh, i dare you to...kiss....Elijah OR Quentin.", Rosaleen bit her lip, eyeing Elijah, Quentin and Michelle. "Hmmm.", Michelle hummed, analysing Elijah and Quentin. April looked up to Elijah. "Elijah.", Michelle smirked sinisterly, standing up. Quentins face became sour. Willow watched closely, shaking her head at Elijah, he noticed this. "Whoa, hey, i ain't kissin' my best friends ex, no wa-", He insisted, then being interrupted by Rosaleen, "You can't back out from a dare, unless you're chicken.", Rosaleen antagonised him. "You heard the woman.", Michelle added, her eyes fixated. His eyes immediately went to April, she was looking down at the ground, twiddling her fingers out of nervousness. Elijah sighed deeply, shaking his head. "WAIT.", Adrian jumped up with the beer in his hand, "I gotta piss and i am NOT missing this, wait for me.", he stuck his thumb up. "Be careful, dumbass.", Abigail warned him in a concerned tone. "Careful is my middle name.", Adrian responded, then rushing away from the camp, a beer in one hand and a flashlight in the other, entering the forest. Back at the campfire, everyone sat down, the vibe somewhat ruined. "Sorry guys.", Rosaleen announced, upset.

The focus back to Adrian, he whistled to himself, looking around, his legs heavy and stumbling from the alcohol. "Fuckin' place is weird.", He talked to himself, taking a deep breath, finding a tree, setting his flashlight down on the ground whilst he pees, unbuckling his belt, swinging his head back, letting out a groan of relief, cackling. He was enjoying himself. Suddenly, fast but deep footsteps were heard behind him. Adrian gasped and quickly zipped his fly up, picking up the flashlight and pointing it to the direction he heard the noise. "H-hello?" Adrian called out, nervously, paranoia building up inside him. The giddy and happy effects of the alcohol suddenly drained, he was on high alert now. All of a sudden, he felt a sharp, deep, slicing pain against his hamstring . "AH-", just before he could scream, a hand clamped against his mouth, muffling him. "If you be quiet, it'll hurt less.", a voice he hadn't heard before spoke, dark and deep, menacing. Fear took over, he froze, whimpering, tears forming in his eyes. The man swung his blade into Adrians throat aggressively, blood squirting from his throat, shoving him onto the ground. Adrian fell, holding his throat, unable to scream, trying to crawl away with all the effort he could. The man grabbed his leg, pulling his body back to him, turning him around on his back. There it was, the mask, the rabbit mask, the overalls, the plaid shirt. Adrian could barely make out what was on top of him, except from the dark, void eyes of the mask, he felt the blood drain from his throat and leg. The man smirked widely under the mask, throwing his arm down, the knife sinking into Adrians chest, then again, and again, and again, blood flying from every direction. Adrian was dead almost immediately, his skin and clothes covered in the viscous red. The man grabbed Adrians hair, pulling it up, staring at one side of his neck to the other, holding his knife and pointing it. "You'd look nice in my living room.", the sinister voice spoke, feeling achieved from the kill.