***BROOKLYN’S POV***

When I heard Allison’s scream… it broke my heart. I needed them to save me, I needed to see her… I needed to see that her and Lyle were ok. I laid silent in this black hole, and I couldn’t breathe, my body was damp with sweat and I didn’t know how much I could last in here. 

It had been an entire ten minutes since I had heard Allison’s perching scream, and I haven’t heard anything since.

And it was scaring the shit out of me. 

The thought of being left alone was killing me, I couldn’t make it out by myself… there was just no way. I was already petrified by the fear I had coursing through my veins, and the adrenaline was kicking my ass. I just wanted to rest, I was praying that this wasn’t real, in anyway shape or form… but I wasn’t waking up. 

Then a rope was hanging in front of me.

I looked up, Allison whispered, “Grab it, climb up.”

I did what I was told, and I was thanking God that I was strong enough to pull myself out of this pit of death, and when I finally climbed out I wrapped my arms around Allison. I felt the tears fall silently as I pressed her body against me, and I had never felt so happy in such a messed up situation. 

Her hand tangled itself in my hair and she was breathing hard, which meant she had been running or something from someone. 

And I knew who. 

I looked at her, “Where’s Lyle?”

Her eyes found mine, “He’s in that room with the broken window, the one you broke… he’s hurt Brooklyn. Bad, and I don’t know…”

I shook my head, not wanting to hear what she had to say, I needed to find Lyle and help him. I wasn’t going to watch him die like my other friends. It was dark where we were, and I knew we were pretty hidden, but I didn’t know where this freak was at, and I was scared to move. 

But I knew I needed to help Lyle, I crept through the woods, staying hidden in the trees, I knew Allison was behind me and I held her hand. She was hot, but so was I, our sweat was merged together in our palms, and I was so happy she was still alive. 

If I lost her… 

I tried pushing the thought out of my head, no, I wasn’t going to let her die, she was going to stay with me, and if she died… well then I would to. I could hear her breathing, it was heavy, she was terrified, and I was to, I couldn’t lie about that. It was taking me everything I had to carry me back toward this cabin…

This dark, sinister, cabin.

Allison pulled me back towards her, I was facing her, and even though it was dark I could still make out her features. Her eyes held terror, but she was sad, so sad, and I was scared seeing that look on her. I gave her a weak smile, “We’re gonna be ok,”  pressed my palm against her cheek and she forced a smile.

Then I kissed her.

I needed just as much encouragement as she did, but I knew she wasn’t as strong willed as me. 

Truth was, the fear was keeping me going. Nothing else. 

The fear of dying,  the fear of feeling that hot, bloody axe slice through my flesh. Yep, that’s what was keeping me going. 

My best friend had died right in front of my eyes, and witnessing that… well it killed me on the inside. I’m surprised I didn’t give up right then and there, but Allison was the one that pulled me out of it. Only to have me fall in a goddamn hole.

The anger I had toward this man… the hatred… it was enough to give me to will to kill him. 

But would not turn into him, I would never kill anyone… I was the sweetest person you would ever meet in your entire life. This man though… this man deserved it, I knew if we got away they would never find him. We would never be able to describe him… but I don’t think he was killable. 

There was just no way I could go up against him. 

Allison whispered, touching my cheek, “He moved the keys Brooklyn… they’re not in the basement…”

My heart dropped, I felt like I was going to throw up again. The keys, I was so close to grabbing them thirty minutes ago, I was so fucking close… 

And now that chance was long gone. 

Where were they? Did he move them? Or did he have them? Oh God, if he had them in his possession… there was no way out of here. We were trapped, unless we ran… but Lyle couldn’t run… he was hurt.

So we needed the keys. 

I peeked around a tree, feeling Allison’s body press against mine, and I saw the window that I had broken. I didn’t see any movement, and it was dark, and I was wishing that dawn was just around the corner. 

But I knew I was a long way from that. 

There was no one in sight, so I knew I had to hurry. I ran towards the window, falling onto my knees and peering inside the room. At first I didn’t see anything, and I whispered, “Lyle?” but there was no response. This made me panic… what if Lyle was dead? 

I shook my head, no, he couldn’t be… I started to whisper again more frantically, “Lyle?!”

Then a hand grabbed my wrist. It was cold, and clammy, and then I was staring into the face of my best friends, and I wanted to cry from happiness. His eyes were dull, and his face was pale, and I swallowed hard, he was worse then I thought.

She gulped slowly, “You guys… need… to get out of here.”

I shook my head, “No, I’m not leaving you, here,” I tugged at him arms and I started to haul him out of the opening. The least I could do was hide him away so I could get my hands on the car keys, then we would be better off. 

He shook his head, “He has the keys… they’re around… his neck.”

I clenched my jaw, feeling the sadness and fear rip through my heart. I was staring into the face of my zombie like friend… he had lost so much blood… was he even going to make it?

I felt the tears form, but this was no time to break, I was going to try my best to save him, even if it killed me. I whispered, “Allison, help me get him out.”

She moved on the side of me, and began hoisting him carefully out of the broken window. My heart was racing, like I was about to run a race, the adrenaline was pumping. It was the feeling of anxiousness, like something was waiting to happen, and I was waiting for it. 

Then the door behind Lyle busted open, and Lyle was only halfway out of the window. I heard Allison scream behind me and Lyle’s eyes became wide with hear. What color that was left in his face was now completely gone, and he was in pure terror mode. 

I tugged at his arms, pulling him more quickly and ripping his clothes on the shards of glass. He screamed, and the panic began to set in.

Then I felt a big force tug him away from me, and he screamed in pain. I felt my heart wince at his scream, it was so desperate, so scared, and I could do nothing. I screamed, “Let us go you bastard!”

And I saw the axe raise into the air, and my heart fell, I screamed, “NO!”

Then it came down, and a loud slicing sound sounded through my ears, Lyle’s panicked, painful screams rang out, and blood began seeping through his mouth. I felt the tears rim my eyes, and he screamed, “RUN!” his tears were falling, he was crying, the pain was unbearable. 

I fell onto my butt, backing away, feeling my heart rip open as I witness the axe come down again on the back of Lyle’s head. I screamed, but he was silent, and I knew he was dead. Allison pulled me up, running me through the woods. 

I couldn’t feel my legs, my body was numb, and I couldn’t stop the fear from spreading throughout my entire body. The only thing that was keeping me going was the fear, the more fear I had, the more I could do. 

The lake came into view, and I don’t know why, but it had a red tint to it… like it was full of…

Blood. 

I gagged, but I knew it was only my imagination. Allison pulled me through to the thicker part of the woods, and my legs finally gave out. I couldn’t run anymore, and I hit my head on a tree, falling and feeling the pain shatter through my body. 

Allison held my head, “Brooklyn? God… please… be careful..”

I tried to sit up but my head ached horribly, and I cried, I felt the tears falling out of my eyes, and I wasn’t sure how I still had tears. I had cried so much, and I was so dehydrated, there was no one left here.

No one except me and Allison.