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SirChipThe3rd gave me a lot of inspiration yesterday and since I have to practice my writing anyway I finished off a story me my brother and one of my friends started.

Thank you soooooooo much I probably wouldn't have finished this without you lol.

TW for: murder, blood, drowning, in general just a lot of violence and if it bothers you I don't recommend reading this one.

Okay everyone decided yet? Good! Let's go!

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Summertime Croatia July 17th year 20**

It was a colder summer night,  yet it was not cold enough to be mistaken for a different time of the year. At the time everyone normal would of been asleep, aside from the tourist of the summer-time popular slavic country of Croatia. There was one light on in a lonely almost hidden street in Peroj. It shouldn't be a suprise to anyone that the only peaple awake at that time ware teenagers of different age groups accompanied by some of their little siblings. And of course what different thing would they do than play monopoly at such a vampire hour.

”how do you all always manage to fall for Jurij’s antics?” asked a decently tall chubby male with shoulder length brown hair. His name was Erik, and he was currently to close to bankruptcy, or as he phrased it ’absolutely done for’.

”oj we didn't! Speak for yourself, you ware the first one to strike the deal with the devil, so why blame us for your wrong judgement” came a mocking reply from a pair that decided to play together, a girl by the name of Patricija and her younger brother Bernard.

”Pat is right, you ware the first person to sell me almost everything you owned five minutes into the game!” Bernard yelled like the child he was.

And so on their argument went. Nothing special really, just kids looking for the title of winner. But the topic of being the last one with a figure standing was distracting them from a very serious problem. Something was brewing in the dark if you will.

A blond girl wearing  jean shorts with golden buttons and a black croctop, an old rucksack was also hanging loosely around her shoulder and waist. And she was looking at her phone with a sour expression. Before she spoke up:

”guys I'm going to the toilet I'll be right back...” there was a strain in her voice that almost made it feel empty deprived of emotion, bleak. and before anyone could comment on it she got up and moved towards the inside of the portable home. The only two peaple who noticed her actually leaving ware Patricija and Inaja who ware not as interested in the game itself since peaple ware just stealing anyway.

As time ticked on and on Patricija just couldn't shake off a feeling of uneasiness. A gut instinct. Telling her: something is wrong. Terribly wrong but she couldn't place it onto what the feeling might be. So she spoke up and asked her friends: "Hey guys do you think Tija’s alright?”

Soon after Bernard chimed in with his own answer that being: ” Teenagers these days are on the phone on the toilet for like two hours, let's just continue the game.”

She got up from her spot regards to what the others ware saying, and stepped into the portable beach-house going right,straight to the bathroom. When she got there Patricija stood infront of the door and knocked while asking away: ”Tija are you alright? You've been in there for a while and I was wondering. Do you need anything? Are you feeling sick? Do you wanna go home?...” and the questions continued flowing out of her mouth and in her mind hopefully to her blue eyed friend. She heard a shuffling noise. And before her brain could even register that, the bathroom door was flung upen and the chocolate brown eyed girl was being pressed against the tiled floor and a knife was buried deep into her flesh where the shoulder and neck meet, bearly missing any vital vains that could couse the fourteen year old to bleed out.

Patricija couldn't feel the pain becuse of all the adrenaline, but her mind had cleared anough from her racing emotions to scream: ”What the absolute fuck?!” she looked at her wound that was bleeding through her light now ruined  multicoloured top. ”Why woud you do that you bloody psycho!?” what happened next made the younger ones stomach twist with nausea.

Her long time ’friend’ grabbed the handle of the butterfly knife with her whole fist and twisted it causing a shock of pain to run through the brunettes whole body, before she forcefully pulled the knife out of the irritated muscles and skin tissue, causing the fourteen year old to cry out in pure pain. In the candlelight of the old motorhome the pearly tears running down the brown eyed girls cheeks could be seen asweel.

”Why Tija? Why the fuck...” muttered Patricija seemingly on the verge of passing out. She could see the blond girl that was sitting on her abdomen get up and get closer to her face, a Cheshire cat like grin on her face and her star necklace dangling in the air infront of her. ’Those sky blue eyes had never looked more terrifying than now’ Patricija though, they looked filled with bold thirst and a strong want for violence.

The brunette was rudely shaken out of her thoughs by the blond pressing her palm into the opened wound, causing her victim another shock like wave of pain followed by an increase in nausea which also left her breathless, yet she still looked up into those blue eyes that could only be associated with a predator toying with their prey.

When the sixteen year old realised she had the younger ones full attention she spoke: ”Entertainment I guess, though I am awfully disappointed.”
The last part of the sentence made her get a distraught look from the girl she considered a child:” Oh come on Pat, I think of all peaple you should understand why I am disappointed. Its your fault anyway.-” the blond put the butterfly knife up to the throat of the younger slicing a very thin line just for the Crimson liquid to seep out ”- I thought you'd be more resistant. That you would have more of a fighter spirit like back in the day! And don't deny it we both know your intelligence is better than you give it credit for. But at the end of the day I wanted you to be an experiment! To see how would a friend feel if they got turned against, how broken would be the look on your face before I kill you off for nothing more than my entertainment!” She was smiling like crazy but she did not notice an important thing. How the fourteen year olds legs had slowly been brought up to her chest right against the older ones stomach and then only a few seconds later the blond was kicked off the brunette holding her stomach in agony while also dropping the knife in the process.

Patricija ran outside as fast as she could and the moment she stepped out of the door she yelled: ”everybody run for it!”
While already starting to sprint out of the street holding her bleeding shoulder and her younger brother following her first while everyone else scrambled to their feet and ran behind them in fear after seeing the clear blood stains on the floor and the wound on Patricijas neck and shoulder.

The only one that stayed on the porch infront of the motor home was Erazem a fifteen year old cousin of Jurij who is the son of the owners of the home. He like many other times belive that the two ”good friends” ware playing a twisted trick on them. So he turned around to check up on Tija but before he even stepped foot in the house a knife was plunged into his abdomen and he fell to his knees, before he closed his eyes he could see Tija slowly walking out of the street but before she did fully she turned around a sick smile on her face while she wawed at him in his moments of demise.

Cutting to the others, well none of them ware in a good situation. But to their credit they all had a good idea. Get to Barbariga. On the worse side though they split up majorly.

Patricija and Bernard ware running together on the old path and ware the closest to the city, Nada, Jerca in Lovro ware a little behind the Volčjak siblings but they ware slowly catching up to them. And the last group consisted of Inaja, Uroš, Erik and Jurij. They ware also the group running towards the sea not the city of tourist attraction and they ware being followed, stalked like prey of a wolf.

Jurijs group stopped running not to far away from the sea when he realised that his cousin Uroš was staying behind.

”Uroš get here right now!” He yelled. Not a good idea.

”Jurij what are you doing you idiot she's going to hear us!” whisper yelled Erik all panicked.

”She won't.” he muttered more to himself than to anyone else.
’I hope she won't’.

The dirty blond boy soon put together enough of his working brain cells to encourage Inaja to get the padleboards while he goes to get Uroš. While Erik and Inaja ware already walking away all of them heard a scream and turned their attention to the start of the street.

There they could see a terror enducing scene, Uroš was being held in a chokehold one hand of his attacker was pulling on his dark brown hair, Jurij was just about to run to the rescue when the hand in his hair went to his neck and in a split second a knife was plunged into Urošes throat, just below his chin. The only thing the other three could do was watch as their friends and cousin’s throat got cut through. The killer, who once used to be their friend drew a long lone from Urošes neck to his lower stomach. Jurij Couldn't help but be reminded of how he himself would sometimes gut fish exept this was a human, his family, his cousin, this was somebody he should of protected. They could all hear Uroš choking on his own blood in his last moments before he dropped forward to his knees when his body was let go off and fell on his side, some of his organs ware flowing out onto the rocky path.

If they warent paralysed by fear all three of them would have puked into some bushes, but the fear didn't let them. They ran to the shore where their padleboards are and they took Patricijas which was the closest to the water but also the smallest and Tijas, somebody none of them wished to talk about.

All of them ware panicking crumbling to find their personal belonging or phones. And they didn't notice that the biggest threat to them was slowly observing them from the fence.

”Fuck this is awful! We're being targeted and we can't see shit! How are we going to padle to the boat?!” Inaja shouted irritated the majority of everyone that was trying to survive, the enxiety was getting to her head and soon she'd start acting on impulse.

”Guys all of us need to calm down, right this instant. Or else we'll all die here”  Jurij hissed out. He was the oldest and felt responsible for the wellbeing of this group even tho he was in the same predicament as them.

”Calm down? Calm down?! How do you expect us to calm down after the shit we just witnessed?! Patricija is somewhere out there with a hole in her shoulder probably losing blood and on the verge of death and our cousin just got his throat split infront of us and you want me To calm down?!”  yelled Erik he couldn't contain it anymore. His mentally was being torn apart by his own thoughts and he was witness to the injury of his friend and the death of a family member in not even the span of an hour. He couldn't calm down.

”Yeah well I'm sorry Erik but you will listen to me for now, I'm the oldest I'm the responsible and I'm not letting anyone hurt neither of you two do you understand me-

He was cut off abruptly. By Inaja who was telling them to stop arguing and she was starting to paddle away on Patricijas padleboard. Tijas was floating in the water with a paddle sitting on it. And both the cousins decided to put the argument behind them and ran in the water jumping on the padleboard and making their way to Jurijs family boat.

Though they soon noticed that The paddlebord Inaja was on was almost uncontrollable it was going in almost every direction just not where it was supposed to go.

That's when they realised it didn't have the plovec a part responsible to allow turning and steering. So they both passed her quickly and ran into the family fishing boat with full force whitch sent Jurij tubling forward and almost doing a flip into the safety of the inflatable sea-viachle. Erik climbed in with him soon after and then they ware both waiting for their friend to deal with the struggle of a non functioning padleboard. But neither of them could see what was happening around them it was a very dark night and the moons glow was cast over with clouds a few minutes ago.

It wast long before both of them heard a splash. And with the eerie feeling already surrounding them it almost sent them off the edge. They felt the boat shake a bit and soon realised that another padlebloard hit it. when they noticed the crimson staining the white and dark-teal of rubber of the padleboard they ware shook. ’did they really just loose another friend?’, ’would they make it out alive?’, or will they be a forgotten part of history?

Neither of them ware prepared or aware of the hand sneaking itself to the back of Erik's t-shirt and yanking him to the depths of the navy-blue adriatic sea. He didn't scream. He didn't shout for help. The rameining memory that would burn itself into the back of Juris mind was the brown ayes of his cousin opened wide filled with realisation of what was going on and the face painted with terror before the water splashed and he was gone. Just like that. Jurij watched with hope at the bubbles that ware coming to the surface which quickly turned to sorrow and horror when they stopped completely.

With his second cousin and a childhood friend gone Jurijs mind went to his only goal: survival and getting to Barbariga.
He like most of them was trained in swimming and went to alot of competitions. So he jumped. Right off the edge of the boat and headfirst into the water that was murky with blood. And started swimming fast becuse his life dependent on it. But he wasn't planing to swim to Barbariga just yet. He had a different plan.

Or so he thought.

........

”Can you by chance maybe run faster?!”

”You're the one to speak try to run while being lightheaded and having a hole in your shoulder!”

”...I'm sorry, but I'm just scared what if she gets us?!”

”She won't.”

After splitting up alot of the groups had arguments. The pair of Volčjak siblings was no exception. Their nerves ware not to be messed with and both of them ware on edge and it was just a matter of time when one of them would snap.

”...okay..”

But compered to the others they might just be a little more mature when it comes to serious situations.

They ware both walking down the old road to Barbariga, every little noise made them jump and the hair on thir necks would stand up constantly. The surrounding forest was much more eerie than either of them could remember. The road where they would usually walk after getting icecream at night or going on the amusement rides was as sly as a snake.

”I hate this fucking place at night.”

Bernard wasn't expecting a reply but he got one anyway but not by his sibling it came from the bushes.

”You are not the only one kid”

Patricija quickly backed away from the Bush holding a small weak flashlight to it while Bernard let out a squek and hid behind his older sister. They could hear some more rumbling and they both looked at echother questionably, before tilting their heads back towards the ’talking bushes’.

It wasn't long after when they heard footsteps and three figures amerged from said bushes. Two girls and a boy, and Patricija and Bernard have never been more relieved in their life after recognising the three: Jerca, Nada and Lovro the other three siblings that decided to run for the city.

”We thought you ware Tija!” Bernard Exclaimed. ”Don't scare us like that.”

”Well we also thought you ware Tija. Patricaja has a female voice and you have a childish one, you both sound like her from afar!” whisper-shouted Lovro back.

”Did any of you see where Jurij, Inaja, Erik, Uroš and Erazem went?” asked Patricija hopefully, if only they could regroup maybe they'll have more fighting chance.

”Erazem is gone.” Said Jerca sternly.

Patricijas eyes went wide: ”What do you mean?”

”Tija stabbed him while the two of you-" she said pointing between the fourteen year old and her brother. "-ware already on the other side of the street.”

The fourteen year old was speechless. It was already too late? One of them was already dead. She could have done something she could have help she could have-

”Hey, Hey, Hey little one it's okay. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known a’d there was nothing that could have been done” Said Jerca pulling the short haired girl who was tearing up again into a hug while patting her back and of course making sure her shoulder wasnt pressed on.

”it's going to be okay”

Patricija looked up from the hug and let go wiping her tears away with her jacket sleeves and sniffing a bit. The aftermath of crying. Her face was red and puffy but there's nothing anyone could do, they ware all on the run.

”Not to ruin the comforting attempt sis, but we really have to go. We don't know where Tija is and the faster we're in the city the faster we're close to being saved.” Nada chimed in. Bernard and Lovro in the background ware nodding in agreement with the blue eyed girl.

”alright-” Patricija started: ”Then let's go."

Their group started moving fast. Or atlest as fast as a group with an injured person and two kids could. They ware jogging on the rocky road avoiding the shadows and sometimes taking shortcuts on the beach.

And in no time they ware at Barbariga. Well at the coastline of Barbariga. Standing around and recognising the place.

”let's go just a little more left and we'll be in the newer city!” Said Nada.

The excitement the group felt at that remark was unmatched though it quickly died down when they heard the sounds of splashing water behind them. The same sea water that was staying still a few moments ago.

They all backed away from the creeping blue that was coming closer with every wave, the rocks beneath their feet ware making alot of noise. From the mist above the water they could see a figure appear it looked to be drenched and tall, and the group of survivers huddled together Bernard and Lovro ware even squating down and picking up some rocks to throw.

But the closer the figure got the more relaxed everyone became. They ware tall yes, but much taller than Tija or any of them really and they ware wearing a blue tight shirt and yellow shorts with a blue stripe in the middle. And while they may had blue ayes and blond hair they ware dirty blond and their hair was best described as short and puffy.
It was Jurij.

”Oh my god you scared us you peice of shit!” Jerca said raising her voice. While Jurij was walking out of the water in panic and taking almost all of them further away from the beach while trying to explain everything that happend.

In the end he successfully summarised everything the others needed to know.

”So what your saying is, you ware trying to swim away after she killed everyone else and you ware planning to go to the old path but you got lost and almost ran into her again so you gave up on that plan and just swam all the way here?” Asked Bernard, he was looking for confirmation that he understood everything.

”Far or less” replied Jurij. And he was just about to tell them all to start moving when they heard a scream from the beach further down. It was the one Jurij didn't notice, the one who didn't bother staying in the group, the tan kid. Lovro.

The group turned around ready to help but it was too late. Lovro was already a corpse with a line from one side of his neck to the other where bubbles of blood ware gargling out from. The kids eyes ware wide open and there ware tears streaming down his cheeks. Obove him a shadow lingered, a sick smile on her face. Her combinesion was stained red from fresh and old blood and the guitar she had was semi-brocken.

”Run.” Ordered the oldest one. And there was nothing else he needed to say before everyone was running towards the city.
Bernard was running behind Nada who had droplets in her eyes and was urging him to go faster, behind them was Jurij and infront of them an exhausted Patricija was pulling along a broken Jerca she was ugly crying in the loss of her sibling.

"Huh- they're running into deaths open arms” muttered the massacre and chuckled to herself.

”Okay we're in the old town!” Said the brunette with shoulder length hair, her white toe with multicoloured stripes was tearing and she had bleed so much from the stab wound that there was blood all over her torso.

”What exactly are we supposed to do here?” Asked Jurij, he was still wet and shivering in the night air he also had some small scratches here and there.

”Find a phone, call the cops, elthcere workers alot of thing when you think about it. Something you don't do often” Replied Patricija a mocking smile tugging her lips upwards taunting the older boy and provoking their rivalry further.

”Okay captain ’’apparently I'm the smartest here’ ”- Jurij said with an eyeroll - ”how do you plan to do that?”

”...”

”haven't thought that far?” Questioned the dirty blond.

”nope-!" Exclaimed the fourteen year old putting her hands on her face and sliding them down.

”we should hide” whispered Jerca.

”She's right, if she finds us because of our own stupidly we're all dead” agreed Bernard.

So the relatively small group tries to find a hiding spot when suddenly Jeeca realises.

”Where the hell is Nada?”

"What are you talking about she was just behind us” As he says that Jurij turns around and his eyes widen his mouth forming an ’o’ shape at the realisation of what probably happened to her.

He pulls Patricija by her good shoulder and she clings onto Jerca while slight pushing Bernard so he starts moving and fast.

Jurir let's go of Patricija and she keeps pulling Jerca behind her until she pulls both of the into an apartment building open lobby and hides both of them close to some bush tress and gardening supply that was left outside.

Bernard in the meantime with Jurij on his tail did a full one-eighty and heard the two girls conversing in whispers so he hid with them Jurij in tow.

”Why did you two stop goddammit?!” Whisper-shouted Bernard.

”Becuse she's in no shape to be running and I need a break.” Replied The long haired brunette with chocolate brown eyes peering at the youngest of them.

”But before that"- she said getting up a d disappearing for a few minutes into the apartment complex, then returning with a med-kit -"she needs to be patched up, if we are to survive you can't bleed out on me.”

As Jerca was patching Patricija’s shoulder wound Jurij who was ment to be on watch or atlest that's how they settled in the end let out a distressed sound as he was pulled through the spiked Bush decorations around the civil building.

Jerca was the first to react by grabbing both the t
Fellow teen and the kid and pulling them inside and up the firts flight of stairs where they all huddled together and tried to quiet their breathing. And they ware doing a decent job before they heard that voice again.

”come on I know you three are in here”

”there's no point in hiding you're just drawing out the inevitable”

”At least have anough decency to accept this is your end”

Everything was quiet for a period of time until a knife came flying up the stairs and it hit Jerca who was sitting the closest to the tailing directly in the side of her neck cutting her artery and cousing her to die in a matter of seconds.

Both of the remaining siblings bit back a scream as they shuffled away from the body as fast as possible and ran down the corridor where there was a public balcony from which they skillfully climbed down onto a smaller garage roof and then back into the streets.

At that point the siblings had detached from echother mentally they each to their own knew this was the end for both of them whether it would be the brother or the sister to go first they didn't know but its not like it mattered they knew their destiny their fate, it was written and bound in stone. So they just kept on running both on their own they didn't even know where they split up but they did.

Until it was just her. Just the brunette. It had been atleast twenty minutes of running since she'd seen her younger brother and deep down she knew he was no more. She wa just about to mentally prepare for her own end until she heard somebody clear their throat behind her so she turned around.

And low and behold it was the massacre in all her glory blonde hair sticking together tainted crimson in blotches her clothes tattered and worn with blood all over her. Blue eyes stating at her younger counterparts soul through her own coffe eyes. And in her hand she was twisting a butterfly knife.

”Well, well, well seems like the final girl finally ran out of time hmm?” hummed Tija playfully while toying with her knife.
”So tell me little one, whats it like to see life vanish before your very eyes? Does it scare you?” Tija chuckled at the fourteen year old whose chest was heaving, new bandages already stained Ruby red by blood that was leaking the wound.

”Hu, I thought you'd be no different than the other... but you and your brother ware always a weird type of bunch, I mean who splits away from their sibling in their final moment- Said Tija pretending to think. -" Everyone else begged to be left alive or prayed in their last moment wether it was silent or not, hell Inaja even begged to let you all live. So you my dearest friend are a very special case” She purred out.

During the blonds speech Patricijas vision was getting darker and darker and her head had started to spin ’blood loss’ she thought to herself. And she slowly slid onto the floor her back was pressed against a random building while her coffe brown eyes ware still focusing on the killer infront of her.

”You know as bad as this seems to sound, you always ware one of my best friends here during summertime, one of the more amusing ones to...almost everyone else bored me haha... I'm glad you're intelligent you made sure you survived until the very last even with a life threatening injury, too bad all your effort was for nothing” laughed out Tija twisting he knife for the very last time.

The brunettes eyes shined an almost golden glow and turned from scared to serious in a matter of secons. She knew her fate and accepted it. And she knew she would die that night. In the distance she could hear police and medical sirens but she knew they'd be of no use to a dead girl walking. So she did the next best thing taunt the murderer for the last time of her life. The brown eyes focused as much as they could on the blonds figure that was coming closer even with the dark edges surrounding the picture before she spoke.

”Go to hell.”

”You're coming with me”

The brunette smiled at last at a stranger she once knew and muttered her final words loud and clear.

”Oh I'm already there.”

Before her eyes closed and her heart stopped. Her lifeless body laying still.

”Always the dramatic one when she could be.” huffed Tija glancing at the lifeless corpse.

Until she felt it a staggering pain running through her body in shock waves before her vision went black and her body fell blankly next to the one of her once friend. A kitchen knife stabbed on the left side of her torso effectively going through her heart. Her butterfly knife sliding a few meters away from her.

Another figure walked to pick it up, the sirens ware just around the corner. And with a knife in hand a wound in his torso and almost glowing bluish eyes Erazem smiles into the night escaping before any traces could be found.

..........

Summertime Croatia July 17th year 20**

*ring ring ring ring*

’ughh I should really just leave my fucking phone on mute’ thought Patricija as she was preparing a snack for herself while her dad was on the beach and her brother on Lovros Nadas and Jercas estate.

At the end she did pick the phone up just to shut up the Snapchat ringtone and an exited voice left the device
”HEEY Patricija remember how last year you and Bernard got invited to our place to a game night well Jurij just told me to invite you again for tonight Erazem is felling a bit weird but he'll get over it and don't forget to bring Bernard asweel”

A chill ran through the girl but she shrugged it off, she didn't really remember much from last years game night anyway.

”Will do Erik but you could o have just walked up to the house we're like what 20 meter apart?”

”Can't really do that we're at the beach jurij just threw me off of the boat and told me to deliver the messege. While speaking of it your brother is here aswell I'm just going to tell him too byeeee”

Before she could say anything the phew was hung up on her and a feeling of nerve was creeping up on her. Before another ding came from her phone it was a chat from Tija.

”Just heard about the game night hopefully it will be as fun and spooky as last time 🔪”

”I'm convinced something is wrong with both of us”

”we need therapy lol”
”You still there?”
”Hello?”

Patricija couldn't stop staring at the knife emoji it gave her deja vu and not the good one so she went outside to their water supply and splashed some water on her face.
’just what the fuck happened last year’

To be continued...

This is the art I did for it. I have a lot more but, on the leftvits Jerca on the right it's Patricija.