Deaths Inheritance

Chapter 3 - Run, Rabbit, Run

The fire crackled, the owls hooted, the laughter of the group was heard from miles, no other civilisation in sight. They all carried on having a good time, not speaking on the recent dare to subdue awkwardness. Abigail's leg shook up and down, 10 minutes had passed since Adrian left, she was becoming nervous, 'maybe he had an accident and fell? maybe he passed out?', the thought invading her mind. But in reality, he was dead. She hoped he came back soon, he's an 'idiot' after all, he always comes back. Willow batted her eyes to Elijah, then April, then to the rest of the group, she even thought herself that Adrian had been gone a while, a small smile grew on her face. "No, i'm tellin' you man, we're in a new age, technology someday, it's gonna be crazy.", Colby exclaimed to Quentin, they were talking about god knows what, conspiracy?. "Y'know what man, if you say so.", Quentin highly spoke in response, just agreeing with what he was saying. The wind blew majestically throughout the fields, the crops swinging back and forth, almost sounded like a whistle, it was relaxing. "So, are you enjoying yourself?" Elijah asked April out of curiosity, keeping his same charming smile on his face, looking at her eyes, then her lips, then back to her eyes. "It's been fun.", April responded joyfully, then Elijah nodded his head, he was glad. Another 10 minutes had passed and Abigail couldn't take the suspense much longer and she jumped up, everyones focus switching to her, she took a deep breath in, "Guys, Adrian has been gone for 20 fucking minutes, somethin' aint right, he could've had some accident. We gotta check on him.", Abigail worringly insisted. They all only just noticed Adrians absence. Michelle scoffed, "He's probably jacking off somewhere, he's fine.", she added onto her scoff. Abigail glared at her, a hint of anger in her expression. "You don't know him, you can't talk.", Abigail responded angrily, turning around, looking at the long clearing ahead, the forest visible. Elijah and Willow shared a side eye with eachother, then slowly looking ahead too.

Suddenly, a silhouette appeared in the distance, the moonlight reflecting onto the person. "Hey..guys look.", Abigail squinted her eyes as the others all stood up, stumbling over, still woozy from the drink. They all breathed slowly, squinting their eyes in sync. "Its Adrian, the damn dumbass.", Colby stated, the person growing closer, yet slowly, with a sort of limp. "Hey man, hurry your ass up!", Abigail screamed, waving her hand high in the air. As the person grew closer, they noticed something in his hand....some sort of round object. The figure was 20 foot away now, the features becoming more prominent, it became clear now, that this was NOT Adrian. Abigail tilted her head, "Guys....I don't think thats Adrian.", She said, her tone becoming even more worrisome. Elijah inspected closely, "No, Adrian isn't as big as that....hey, whats that in his hand?", he questioned. The group started to become more paranoid. The stranger stopped walking, standing menacingly, only 10 feet away. Now, they could all see this person. The mask, the red plaid shirt, the blue overalls, the boots, yet they still couldn't make out what was in his hand, but the man kept a tight grip on it. "Hey, who the fuck are you?!", Quentin shouted to the man, clear fear yet discomfort in his voice. The man's chest moved up and down, clearly seething, slowly tilting his head up. April drew closer to Elijah, gripping onto his arm and latching behind him. The man proceeded to pull that same object up into the air above him, then suddenly, pulling his arm back as fast as he could, throwing it with swiftness, straight at Abigail. She fell back slightly from the weight, inhaling sharply, looking straight down to what bounced off her and onto the dirt. They all looked at what it was, their hearts dropped to what they had realise, what they were seeing. It was a head. Adrians head. His eyes removed, the corner of his mouth sliced deeply on each side to represent a smile. Their thoughts and emotions skyrocketting. "ADRIAN!", Abigail screamed at the top of her lungs, the heartbreak obvious in her voice, tears streamed down her face. "Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck!", Quentin yelled. All of them were in shock, terrified.

The killer swiftly moved his left hand from behind his back, swinging it between his fingers, ready to strike. Elijah looked up to the figure. "Guys, guys!", He tapped Quentin, Abigail, Colby, they all shot up. The killer started storming over, the sound of his boots slamming against the dirt, his body moving swiftly and quickly, etching closer. "Fucking run!", Willow screamed, grabbing onto Michelle, sprinting to the right of the campfire. Elijah immediately grabbed Aprils hand, pulling her with him, Quentin followed the two, running as fast as they could, their hearts racing. Rosaleen pulled Abigails arm, "Come on, Abi! Come on!", she screamed. "No, no! Just go, i'm not leaving him!", Abigail screamed back in her face. Colby groaned and pulled Rosaleen, Rosaleen's face dropped as she realised, shaking her head in disbelief. "We're going!", Colby pulled her as they ran away, Abigail standing next to the fire, glaring at the man running towards her, shaking and seething in rage. "FUCK YOU!", she yelled as tears dropped onto her top. The man chuckled, suddenly tackling her in the air and onto the ground, the impact like falling on iron. She started resisting, kicking. The killer grabbed Abigails head and slammed it onto the ground, again and again, dazing her vision. "Get..off..me!", She exclaimed exhaustingly. He stood up and lifted his leg into the air, stomping his boot down onto her ankle, shattering it, the painful screams escaping her mouth. The man grabbed her hair, pulling her up onto her knees, he moved her closer to the campfire, then moving behind her. Abigail cried in agony, she knew this was her time. He slammed his foot down onto her back immediately, the top of her body becoming engulfed in the flames. She began to wail in anguish, her body instincts to jump around and kick her legs, the seering pain of the fire spreading across her body like a virus, this only caused him to put more pressure, keeping her still, watching, enjoying it. Her skin began to smoke, melt and fall off, her hair completely disintegrated, her eyes becoming mush, her face becoming more distorted, the louder she screamed, the more pain she felt. "Yeah! Burn bitch, burn! Enjoy it!", the deep, southern voice exclaimed, followed by a loud sinister cackle, almost like a hawk. All of a sudden, it all went silent, the screams stopped, the only noise was the fire cracking and sizzling. The man pulled out one of those old vintage radios, lifting up half of the mask, revealing thin lips and a short brown/greyish beard and spoke into it, "we got two of em' down, honey. 5 more to go, heh. Over.", shoving the radio into his pocket. "Now, where did you all go?", he questioned and examined his surroundings as he pulled the rabbit mask back down.

Willow and Michelle ran through the woods as fast as their legs could carry them, Abigails screams filled their ears, making them both panic even more, stumbling and tripping, but still keeping their speed, trying to create as much distance to what just happened. They eventually stopped when they ran into a shed in the middle of the forest, not a small shed either. Two lanterns hanging from hooks by the front door, they both barged in, a dim fluorescent light on the ceiling made everything just about visible. Michelle panicked, for very good reason, having a hard time controlling her breathing, shaking rapidly and whimpering. Willow walked in front of her, grabbing the blonde by the shoulders, looking into her eyes. "Michelle, hey, Michelle! We have no time to panic, okay?, we have to get away from this fuckin' place.", She tried to calm her down, keeping a level head with the situation. "How the fuck are you....so damn CALM?! Adrian is fucking DEAD, and that PERSON.", Michelle shouted in her face, her emotions unstable, her natural instinct to danger kicking in. She wasn't wrong, Willow was strangely too calm for the situation, or maybe she's just a natural fighter?. "Look, i don't like this anymore than you do, but we gotta survive, get a weapon.", Willow insisted, glaring at Michelle, her eyes fixated, she bit her cheek and looked around the environment. Michelle slapped the side of her head, shaking it violently, her hair moving each direction, trying to calm herself down. She took a few deep breaths in, and then slowly out, definitely not calm, but not as bad as she was a minute ago. Willow examined the shed carefully and slowly, spotting an axe hanging down from a handle with other tools. She walked over, pulling it from the handle and holding it in her hand, watching Michelle dissect the area, then back at the axe, gripping onto it. "Chelle, grab something, just incase.", she summarized her sentence. "Okay...wait.", Michelle replied, wiping the tear on her face and opening an old drawer, coated in dust, she put her hand in and squinted her eyes, documents, portraits. She pulled one out, tilting her head. It was a photo, a family photo. 2 kids, 2 men, one with their face scratched out, a woman, and an old man, she inspected the image curiously, looking at the background, it looked like they were on some sort of ranch, a great big ol' silo behind them, plains of land, an half of what looked like a house. They were all smiling, happily, she assumed one of the men was the father of the two kids from the way he was holding them, they looked about 6. And the woman, probably the mother. She had no idea who the man who's face was scratched out is, and the old man. But the kids faces seemed familiar, in a strange way. "Hey, Willow, come check this out.", Michelle called over, stretching her head back to look at Willow, watching her walk over then turning back. "Hm, the fuck?", Willow questioned as she looked at the picture, then shooting her eyes to the inside of the drawer, a big sheet of paper, pulling it out and turning it around, her face dropped. It was the same poster from the gas station, but added blood on this one. "Holy, Michelle, this poster was in the gas station. I forgot, the sketch of this sick bastard looks exactly like the fuck that was at the campfire just now.", She handed her the poster, Michelle's throat clogged up as she read it, "No, no, no.", She threw the poster on ground. "This place is FUCKED, we need to leave. Right now.", They both made their way to the only door, as soon as they made it, a loud crash came against the door, causing them to both jump back and yelp. Their hearts started to beat faster, and faster, louder and louder. Willow's fight instinct kicked as multiple bangs against the door became, she pushed the desk in front of the door, grunting from the heaviness. Michelle froze, Willow attempting to keep them safe. She looked at Michelle in worry, joining her in the corner, holding the axe in front of her with both her hands. "Leave us the fuck alone!", Willow screamed, shaking, backing up against the window, the rotten wood on the door shattering and falling apart, making out the shape of the mask through a hole. Michelle took one last look at Willow, before the window behind her shattered, as arm came around Willow, yanking her swiftly from the shed and outside. Michelle and Willow wailed in fear, "No! Get the fuck off her!", Michelle shouted to the other masked person, crying once again, watching her friend get dragged away with a hand over her mouth, further away. Michelle sobbed, knowing she was too afraid to do something, but also knowing that she wasn't alone still, because the killer finally broke down the door, running at her at high speed, Michelle lifted her fist in the air, swinging a hard punch to the man, successfully landing it, he fell back slightly and she took the chance to get out of the shed, but it was too late, he was durable, he growled in rage and pulled Michelle's arm, she flew into the wall, launching through it, knocking her out immediately from the impact, her body rolling on the ground. He made his way outside, grabbing Michelle, grunting as he lifted her up onto his shoulder, stomping north, following the yellow ribbons plastered onto the trees, "There's plans for you, Michelle.", he intimidatingly spoke to her as she was knocked out, lifting his other hand and patting her on the back, heavily breathing.