***BROOKLYN’S POV***

As me and Allison sat deep in the dark woods, knowing that those damn keys were around his neck… well it was heartbreaking. We would have to get close and personal with him, and that was something that was risky, and was going to have major consequences. 

Like death. 

Allison was holding me, I was crying, and she was to, but there was nothing we could do. Lyle… well seeing him die broke my heart, I wasn’t even sure how exactly I was still going. 

Seeing him and Kate… well, I couldn’t explain it. My heart felt like it was tearing open, like all of my emotions were just pouring out freely, and they were. I was weeping so hard that my chest and stomach was hurting, I couldn’t breathe, and Allison only wrapped her arms tighter around me. 

Then soon enough she was playing in my hair, and I was out of tears, to hurt and tired to go on. 

We needed to get out of here.

I looked at Allison, “How far out is the town we passed?”

She shrugged, “Maybe about 50 minutes… you dozed off during our drive there…”

I scolded myself at my stupidity, 50 minutes? The cameras, he would know if we started away from the cabin… he had those damn cameras set up everywhere.

He was probably watching us right now. 

Giving us a break, that way when he found us we would go out with a bang, with a fight. 

He was a really sick, fucked up man. 

We would have to go back into the cabin… unless we ran. It would be dark, and we would be hard to see, but we only had one way out. Large coolies cut us off, rushing rivers, and trees… wild animals. 

No telling what he might have set up out there.

Bear traps, booby traps to kill us… 

I was paranoid to leave this position, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized the car was the safest way out. 

We were pretty good at sneaking past him, but the keys were around his fucking neck! 

Allison whispered, “What are we going to do Brooklyn?”

I shook my head, shrugging my shoulders solemnly, “I really… don’t even know.”

I sat against a tree, figuring out what was next for me and Allison. There were two options, one; attempt to sneak into the cabin and maybe knock out this killer of some sort, or two, make a run for it, risking booby traps and God knows what else in those pitch black woods. 

I ran my hand through my matted hair, I smelt myself, I stunk horrifically. I grimaced, knowing that it was because of everything I had gone through, I wasn’t even sure how I was still going. Maybe it was because of Allison, knowing that without me she wasn’t going to make it out of here alive. Or maybe it was because of the fear, the fear of being killed…

Those were the two main reasons. 

My body was fatigue, I felt like I had just ran a mile, my legs were aching, along with my head and my chest. Were we going to get out of this alive? And if we did, how were me going to cope with everything that happened to us here?

I kept seeing my friends horrified, pained expressions every time I closed my eyes, and it was hurting me. The ache in my heart was burning, and I couldn’t get their echoing screams of terror out of my ears. It just kept replaying in my head, and it was torturing me.

Was this the beginning of my insanity? This night was the beginning to my own end, and if it wasn’t the man who killed me… it would be this. 

Is that why this man had the will to do what he did to us? Because someone did this to him to? What was his motive? Was it just to kill? Were there people in this world who were really that cold blooded?

I scary movies even they had motives, well most of them anyway, so he had to have one. 

Right?

How can you just murder 4 innocent teens and not have one, to just do it out of pure blood lust? For fun? For game?

I shuddered at the thought, seeing the monitors and cameras in his red room. 

Maybe this was all just… for fun. 

I was disgusted, and it left a bile taste in my mouth. Sitting here, thinking about the ways he was going to kill us if we didn’t get the hell out of here. 

Allison grabbed my hand then, as if she knew the horrific thoughts that were going through my head at the moment. Feeling her hand in mind gave me a sense of peace, even if it was only for a second, and I squeezed her hand back. 

She was the real reason I was carrying on. 

If I had to watch her die… well that was going to kill me. 

She was my last bit of hope, and if I lost that… well I was going to lose my head, my will, my everything.

I couldn’t let that happen. 

Then she spoke, “Are we going to sit here till dawn?”

I pondered the thought, it had to be about midnight by now at least, should we just wait it out? If we waited for sunrise then we would have a better chance of getting through the woods safely instead of risking our limbs. 

But it was at least 5 hours away.

And he wasn’t going to let us wait that long. 

I sighed, “We’ll stay here as long as we can…”

Her head found my shoulder, and I felt the sting of pain in my heart as I remembered at this time last night we were carefree, in love…

Now were here, fighting for our lives. 

It felt like hours had passed since me and Allison had been sitting here, but I knew it had only been maybe ten minutes. I was wondering if he was watching us, plotting what his plans fro us were, and it chilled me to my bone. 

When was he going to come looking for us?

That was the feared question that kept making it’s way to my thoughts, and I knew listening to it would only freak me out more. 

We would hear him coming wouldn’t we?

Being caught by surprise was never good, but expecting it… well that was an entirely different story. 

I kept seeing Lyle’s pained face, the way his eyes looked at me, like he knew exactly what was coming when I screamed no. I wanted to cry at the thought of how he must’ve felt, so panicked, so scared, waiting for that axe to slice through his body. 

I clenched my jaw as tears threatened to emerge from my eyes, and I knew they were coming again.

I wasn’t sure how I still had tears, but I did, and the more I thought about my friends and losing my own life, the more terrified I got. 

Then I heard rustling. 

My heart picked up, and I wiped my eyes, Allison whispered, “Did you hear that?”

I looked at her, covering her mouth, making sure she didn’t make anymore noise. My head snapped to the right, seeing the cabin in the distance, but seeing no movement at all. My heart beat was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears. 

Was he here?

Then I heard more rustling, and a bad feeling came over me. 

I squeezed Allison’s hand, and I stood, getting the feeling that we needed to run, now. 

Then I heard a loud thud, and I felt Allison’s hand go limp in mine, and she fell forward, face down into the damp grass. 

Then I blacked out.