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You let out a curse as the van hit yet another pothole and sent you flying in your seat. It was a stupid idea to be here, spring break and this was your friends idea of a good vacay? Road tripping through Texas? You rolled your eyes again as you looked out the window. In the driver's seat was Daniel, an Alpha who, though attractive, was a complete asshole. Though in your opinion, most Alphas kinda were.
His girlfriend Becca, and your roommate, sat in the passengers seat, obnoxiously singing along to the radio. She was also an Omega, like yourself, but was what most people considered what an omega should be. Beautiful, outgoing, and personable, unlike yourself. You were quiet, stubborn, and a ball of anxiety. It was her idea to drag you along on this, stating you needed to get out more. Huffing again to yourself, you leaned your forehead against the window, seeking some sort of cool relief from the heat. The van Daniel had rented of course didn't have a functioning a/c, and the five of you were forced to swelter in the Texan heat. Barbara and Billy didn't seemed to be bothered, the two Betas sat overlapping each other in the middle row as they heavily pawed at each other. You could see Daniel glancing at them through the rearview mirror and grinning, he caught your eye and winked at you as you scoffed.
Lifting your leg you kicked at the back of their seat.
"Knock," kick.
"It," kick.
"Off, kick.
"Already!" Kick, kick.
They sprung apart as Becca laughed in her seat. Billy joining in her laughter as he turned to look back at you, "C'mon Baby face, don't be jealous. You know you're always invited." He grinned at you as Barbara smirked.
"Ugh!"
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"We're gonna run outta gas if we don't find a place soon." Though Daniel said it in a calm tone, you could smell his nervousness. Becca laid a hand on his thigh and rubbed, smiling at him in an attempt to comfort him. Billy sat forward in his seat, squeezing between the two front seats as he chatted with Becca. Beside him, Barbara sat hunched over a map. It wasn't that late in the day, just passed noon, you had been traveling for hours without seeing any signs of life besides the few cow pastures scattered about. Inside you felt a ball of anxiety build up, your stomach cramping in response.
"Look! Up ahead there's a gas station!" Becca shouted out joyfully and you all hurried looked in the direction she was pointing. Sure as shit there on the left side of the road sat a shabby little gas station. A collective sigh of relief could be heard throughout the van, as it came closer into view.
Pulling into the empty lot, you looked out your window and felt a shiver run up your spine. I have a bad feeling about this. You trusted in your instincts, they'd never let you down before, but before you could even open your mouth to say anything the gang had opened the doors and all practically leapt out the van.
You considered staying in your seat, but your cramping legs and numb ass requested otherwise, so you followed suit.
Stepping out the sliding side door, Billy was leaned against the side lighting a cigarette. He winked at you as you made eye contact and you couldn't help the blush that heated up your face. Brushing past him you heard Becca and Barbara mention the bathroom as they rounded the corner, going around to the back of the store. And you followed Daniel inside.
Opening the worn out door, still no a/c greeted you, if anything it was hotter in here that outside. You wiped the sweat from your brown and smoothed out your thigh length sundress. Daniel was at the register, leaning against it as he seemed to be arguing with the older woman behind the counter.
"What do you mean, you have no gas? Is this not a fucking gas station?!" He puffed up at the woman, attempting to intimidate her. She light her cigarette and raised an eyebrow clearly unimpressed. You subtly raised your nose and sniffed, she was a Beta.
Finally taking notice of you, her eyes slowly trailed you up and down and she blew out some smoke.
"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing."
Daniel turned and glanced at you, rolling his eyes as he turned back to her.
"Look, can you just tell me when you'll have gas?"
She stared at you a moment longer, before turning her attention back to him and took another drag of her cigarette, "Could be this afternoon, could be tomorrow."
As he continued to argue you took a look around. The inside of the store was just as dirty as the outside. Layers of dust and grime coated the walls and shelves, and you wondered just how many people made it out this far. Walking up to the counter, you stood only at Daniels shoulders and you give the lady your sweetest smile.
"Well, could you at least point us in the direction of the nearest gas station that does have gas?" You blinked up at her, and she smirked down at you, unimpressed with your antics it seemed. "There ain't one."
You could feel Daniel start to shake in rage, he always has had a temper.
"Ya know what? Fuck it, we'll find one ourselves." He spits at the woman and roughly grabs you by the back of the collar of your dress and practically drags you out the door. Before you pass the doorway you see her smile, a knowing sort of smile, and wave.
"Everyone get in the fucking van! We're leaving." Shoving you forward you scramble to get back to your seat as everyone follows, knowing better than to test the angry Alpha's patience. Even Becca is silent as she buckles up in her seat. As he pulls out, back into the road you turn in your seat and watch through the dust trail as the gas station slips farther and farther away.
It's quiet for the first few minutes, before Billy breaks the silence.
"So, uh, got an ideas?" He speaks directly to Daniel, who tightens his grip on the steering wheel.
"There has to be something out here, that old bitch was just clearly lying to get us to buy from her instead of someone else." Though his words are spoke confidently, you can smell the spark of anxiety rolling through him.
Right on cue the gas light turns on and a thick silence fills the van. No one has a plan. Fuck.
Thirty more minutes pass by, and the silence is now almost suffocating. Fear is slowly poisoning the air, as if it wasn't hard enough to breathe in the heat.
This time it's Barbara who shouts.
"There's a house!" She points to the right side, and sure enough in the distance sits what appears to be a two story farmhouse. Spirits begin to lift as everyone anxiously stares at what is hopefully your saving grace.
Nothing more is said as Daniel turns into the driveway. The closer you get to the house, the more the bad feeling returns to you. The grass surrounding it is overgrown, old tractors and farming equipment sit rusting throughout the yard. The house itself, well, to say it looked like shit would be an understatement. Paint peeling off the sides, the wood turning grey from weather and you can see broken windows scattered along the home.
In the passenger seat it seems Becca shares your uncertainty, "Danny? I don't know about this.."
He rolls his eyes, "Shut up, pussy."
She shrinks into her seat and you glare at the back of his head, Jackass.
Feeling your gaze he raises his brows at you through the mirror, as if daring you to speak. You're not stupid, so you remain silent.
Just as the van pulls in front of the house it officially runs out of gas.
Barbara scratches her head and attempts a weak smile, "Alright, who's knocking?"
In the end it was the boys who knocked. Becca and Barbara sat together in the second row, Becca climbing in the back as soon as Daniel left, and they huddled close together. You could smell their fear, and while you got that this wasn't the ideal situation, it wasn't like there was a real reason to be scared. You had gotten out of the van, stretching your legs as you watched them stand at the door. Daniel slammed his fist against the door, the sound echoing around the empty farm and you scoffed, he was so disrespectful. Billy was shaking his head as the two walked back to you.
"Becca, let's go. Barbara go with Billy. You guys check around back, try to find some fuel cans." The girls got out of the van as Billy lit another cigarette. Barbara snatched it out of his mouth and stole a drag before handing it back, and Becca clung to Daniel's arm as he tapped his foot impatiently.
"G-go where?" Becca stammered and you felt sympathy for her. She had been your roommate in collage for the past two years, and while you honestly didn't consider you guys friends, you did care for her.
"I wanna check out the house."
It was almost comical how big her eyes got at his words, but instead you frowned.
"What about me?"
He glanced back at you as if he'd forgotten you were there, and the two Betas started off to the back of the house.
"Just stay with the van." He grabbed Becca's arm and the two of them walked up the porch, into the house.
Cursing under your breath, you climbed into the middle row seat and slammed the door shut behind you. Laying down, you couldn't help but pout. You were always left behind! Grumbling under your breath you grabbed someone's backpack and pushed it under your head, Daniel was most likely dragging Becca into the house for a quickie and you were sure the two Betas would do the same around back. With nothing else to do, you closed your house and took a nap, damn those horny bastards.
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You honestly weren't sure what woke you up.
The screams, or the chainsaw.
Sitting bolt right up in your seat you lunged for the door as Barbara ran from around the back of the house.
Your heart dropped when you got a good look at her.
Her clothes were torn, and she was running with a limp, but that wasn't what took your breath away.
It was that she was covered in blood.
You immediately felt fear run up your spine, feeling like a bolt of electricity as she bounded towards you, screaming.
You jumped out the van as you met her and she plowed into you.
"What the fuck happened?"
She was crying as she grabbed onto you and the two of you ran back to the van.
"He killed him! Oh my god, he's dead! He's dead! And he's coming!"
The air was soured with fear and you couldn't tell who it was coming from, you or her. Grabbing her arms as the two of you sat in the middle seats and she viciously tried shutting the door, the blood coating her hands making it difficult for her. Finally she slammed it shut and lunged for the drivers seat, still screaming and crying. In the distance you could still hear the chainsaw.
"What's going on?!" You shouted over her screams. She stopped and looked back at you, her face filled with pure terror.
"A man with a chainsaw. He killed Billy." And just like that you felt like screaming too. You froze as she scrambled around the front, looking for the keys.
"Where are they? Where are they?"
You snapped your head in the direction of the house, "Daniel has them."
One look shared between the two of you, and in sync you each opened your respective doors and bolted for the house. Surely they had to have heard the chaos happening out here already.
Climbing up the steps so quickly, you almost tripped and the two of you burst through the door way.
"DANIEL! BECCA!"
She screamed beside you and you turned to her and hissed, "Shut up! He'll hear you!"
She nodded in response and the two of you made your way into the dark house. "I-I think we should split up. We can find them faster and get the fuck outta here!" She loudly whispered to you, and you knew that was a bad idea. That's how everyone always died in horror movies. But it also may be your best chance to find them, so you could only nod in response.
She took the upstairs, leaving you with the basement.
Straight across the hallway from the front door were steps heading down, and you thought your heart would be out of your chest as you started down, into the darkness.
The walls were disgusting, covered in layered and layers of who knew what, but what truly unsettled you was the scratch marks covering the walls. As if someone had been dragged down here.
You whimpered as fear got the best of you, and you finally made it to the bottom step and immediately felt bile rise up into your mouth.
It was, in a word, fucking horrific.
The walls were covered in blood, dirt, and who knows what else. Tools, knives, and bones were scattered across every available surface. To your right sat two giant deep freezers, both chained with padlocks. And in the middle of the room was a table, it was cluttered with butchered meat. And oh, how you hoped it was beef.
As you stood frozen in shock a groan came from your left and as you turned and made eye contact, you immediately bent over and vomited.
There, hanging on a hook like a piece of fucking meat, was Becca.
The metal hook was gouged into her back and she let out groans and whimpers as she hung, blood dripping from her as it collected in a bucket at her feet. You burst into tears as you ran to her.
"B-Becca! Oh my- What? H-how?"
Stuttered through your tears and you raised your hands to your hair, painfully clenching and pulling at your locks. You didn't want to touch her and risk making it worse, but you couldn't just leave her.
"H-help me..." She sobbed out, her cries bounced in your head, as the gravity of the situation settled on you.
She stared down at you and you both knew you couldn't get her down, you weren't strong enough and she was too far gone. You grabbed her hands and held them to your face, closing your eyes as you felt her grasp on her hand go slack, and you choked out a sob. Before you could take another breath, you heard more screaming upstairs.
Barbara!
Without a second glance behind you, you take off for the stairs. You take them two at a time and realize you no longer could hear the chainsaw or Barbara. Recklessly you call out, "BARBARA!"
Thumping can be heard upstairs and just as you make it to the bottom of the stairs leading up, Barbara is barreling down to you. In one motion she grabs you and the two of you run out the door, leaping over the steps completely as she drags you passed the van towards the road. "Did you find Daniel?" The terror in your voice causes it to crack and she doesn't even glance at you while saying, "He's dead!"
You let out a cry and continue forward despite the burning in your lungs.
You hear thundering footsteps on the porch as the chainsaw tears back to life, and you can't help but look back, instantly regretting doing so.
The man with the chainsaw was fucking huge. He barreled towards the two of you swinging it wildly, and beside you Barbara screams. Taking in his appearance you don't know what scares you more, the chainsaw or his giant build. He was yelling incoherently as he chased the two of you and you think it must be due to the mask covering the lower half of his face, but you could tell he wouldn't catch up, you were too fast. The thought gave you hope as you both raced to the road.
The heat and all the running was causing your lungs to burn in agony, but the two of you pressed on, his yelling and the sound of the saw becoming more and more distant. After a few more minutes on the main road you couldn't take it anymore and tripped, pulling the two of you down in a painful heap. You lay there, crying as Barbara does the same. You're not sure how long it's been before you both climb back to your feet and stare at each other.
She's still covered in blood, her own, or your friend's, you don't want to know. But you can see the fear and exhaustion in her face and she almost collapses into you as you tightly hug her as she cries. Some fucking spring break.
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The two of you have been walking for what feels like hours now, too exhausted to have any concept of time. There was no plan, no strategy. Nothing more than just to survive.
Given the events of the day, you didn't feel the need to complain about the heat anymore, and besides the sun was now setting and it brought with it slightly cooler temperatures. As the sun cast an orange glow across the fields, the two of you slow down, before coming to a halt completely. You practically collapse on top of each other, just barely able to make it over to the ditch. At least the grass softened the fall. As the two of you lay there, not a word was spoke between you. Nothing had been said since the house, not even to cry.
You laid there side by side, and you slowly reach out and grab her hand, finding comfort in her squeezing you back. Nothing but the sound of your heavily panting and the cicadas filled the air, and if the circumstances had been different it almost could've been nice. Just as the two of you began to relax a car engine could be heard in the distance and the two of you sat bolt right up. Staring at each other you both slowly lean forward to see headlights coming your way, and a smile breaks out across your face. You stumble as you stand, and you pull Barbara up as you make your way to the middle of the road and the car is close enough to see you now. You both tiredly wave your hands, voices to hoarse to yell and it slowly comes to a stop about ten feet in front of you.
Like a stand off, the car just sits there, and the uneasy feeling returns. Before you can voice it however, Barbara is already limping towards the drivers side. As she draws nearer you follow behind her, unwilling to leave her side. The door opens up and the uneasiness is replaced with relief as a sheriff steps out of the vehicle.
You join Barbara as he takes a look at the two of you, "Are you girls okay?"
You could laugh at the question if you had more in you, instead you let out a huff of air. "You have to help us! There's a crazy guy with a chainsaw, he murdered our friends!"
He doesn't look surprised at her words, instead a grin slips across his face.
"You don't say?" He reaches for the flashlight at his hip and turns it on, blinding the two of you as he shines it in your faces.
"We don't see very many pretty girls in these here parts," the two of you cling to each other as he looks you up and down.
"Especially don't see no 'megas." He laughs and Barbara takes a step closer to you. Before either one of you have a chance to move he's swung his flashlight and hit her straight across the face, her exhausted body falling to the ground and you cry out as you attempt to run. As you do you feel a hand wrap up in your hair and yank you back, tripping over your friend's body as you fall back against his chest.
He sniffs your hair and that's the last thing you feel before he hits you too with the light, knocking you unconscious.