oh wow I didn't realize how short this chapter was until I had to write it out

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Brendon gasped, watching in shock as his boyfriend was taken.

"Oh fuck," he muttered. "Oh fuck, fuck. What the fuck."

He grabbed the hunting rifle off the wall and the lantern, running out the door as he called out Ryan's name. He risked a shortcut on a pipe that sat in a stream.

"Ryan!" He screamed.

He got to a cliff and peered through the scope of the gun. Ryan was on the ground, covered in dirt in his jeans and t-shirt before suddenly he was dragged away by something. Brendon didn't get the chance to see what it was.

"Brendon! Brendon help me!" Ryan screamed.

Brendon jumped down the mini cliff, grabbing a branch to help break his fall and swing down. He ran down the path after him, maneuvering around fallen trees and rocky paths. He panted, sliding down a hill on his back through the snow. He got to the mines and went inside the building, running down the stairs from where he heard Ryan's screaming.

The tunnels of the mines echoed Ryan's crying. Brendon walked out to the elevator and found Ryan laying on the metal unconscious and bloody.

"Ryan?" Brendon asked nervously, sure that his boyfriend was dead.

But then Ryan began to move slightly, his fingers twitching and head turning.

"Ry, are you okay?" Brendon asked.

Ryan struggled to sit up so he just laid back down instead. Brendon went to help him when the elevator collapsed and Ryan's body went plummeting. Brendon looked up and saw a figure peering over. He shot it and the figure left. He chased after it, climbing up the side of the elevator shaft. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, he wasn't even tired. He just knew he had to catch this person.

He chased after him through the tunnel, trying to shoot him but there was no ammo left. There had only been one in the chamber. He picked up another lantern and went running outside where he last saw the figure go. The blizzard was picking up, he could hardly see the old sanitorium through all the snow.

At the lodge, Frank woke up on the kitchen floor, calling out Gerard's name. He found a wallet on the ground next to some blood. The wallet had Gerard's initials scratched into it. Frank searched around the lodge but found it empty and exactly the same, except for a splatter of blood on the wall and the back door that was left open.

He went out and down the path to the shed.

"Gerard?" He called. "Gee!"

He went inside, looking around as he heard quiet crying.

"Frank?" Gerard asked.

"I'm here, where are you?" Frank asked.

"I don't know," Gerard cried. "Please help me."

"What happened?" Frank asked.

"He tied me up," Gerard said.

"Gerard, I'm gonna get you out of this," he said.

"Please hurry," he said. "Oh god, Frank, you have to get me out of here before he comes back!"

A light turned on in the next room, through a metal screen. Gerard and Pete were chained up to a wall, their hands above their heads.

"Hello, and thank you all for joining me," a demented voice said over some speakers, making Gerard cry harder.

"Pete!" Gerard screamed. "Oh my god, Pete, wake up!"

Pete woke up, looking around in confusion. Frank tried to open a door to their room but the door was locked.

"Tonight we're going to conduct a little experiment, a sort of test," the psycho said.

"Gerard, what the hell is going on?" Pete asked.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know," he cried.

"Now for this experiment we need the cooperation of your two test subjects, Peter and Gerard," the psycho said. "But we're going to need one more brave participant to help decide. Which subject will live, and which will die."

"Oh no!" Gerard screamed. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Frank! Get us out of here!"

"No!" You can't do this!" Pete shouted. "Let me down from here you maniac!"

"Please, please, please, everyone calm down," the psycho said.  "It's all very simple. Franklin, you will find a lever placed directly in front of you. All you have to do is choose which one you will save."

A large saw blade in front of the tied up victims whirred to life, spinning its razor sharp teeth.

"Oh no, please, this can't be happening," Gerard cried as he thrashed around. "Oh god, oh god, oh god. This isn't right."

"Shit, shit no," Pete muttered. "It's gonna be okay. Buddy, just think about this for a moment."

"Oh my god, Frank, you can't let me die," Gerard sobbed.

"Just give me a minute, I-I can't think straight," Frank said.

His head was spinning, he didn't know what to do. Pete was his best friend, they've known each other for more than a decade now. But also, he was practically in love with Gerard. He didn't want anything bad to happen to him.

"Gerard, I'll get you out of this, I won't let you die," Frank said.

"Oh, god, thank you, thank you, thank you," he said.

"No!" Pete screamed. "Please no! Bro! We've been through so much, come on! I don't wanna go out like this!"

"Frank, please, I'm so scared," Gerard whimpered. "Please don't let them kill us!"

"I know we haven't been the best of friends lately and I've been kinda messed up and everything but I'm getting better man," Pete promised.

Frank bit his lip, his heart aching as he flipped the lever and the sawblade started moving towards Pete.

"Oh god, oh no," Frank whimpered.

"I thought we were friends!" Pete screamed. "I thought we were friends, why would you do this? What did I do?"

The sawblade came into contact with his stomach and he screamed.

"No!" Gerard cried, looking away. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh god, Frank, Get us out of here!"

"I'm so sorry!" Frank shouted.

Pete stopped screaming, the lower half of his body was severed and fell to the ground, his organs hanging out. His blood was splattered all over Gerard.

"No, no, no," he whimpered. "Don't look, Gee, don't look."

"Why can't I look? Please tell me he's okay," he said.

The door opened and Frank ran in, untying him.

"Come on, come on, let's get you down, we're gonna get you out of here," he said.

Gerard screamed when he saw Pete but Frank covered his eyes and escorted him out. Sarah and Dallon were just walking back to the lodge when they ran into the two.

"Frank! Gerard!" Dallon exclaimed.

"Blood! Whose blood is that, Gee?" Sarah asked.

"Are you okay?" Dallon asked.

"P-pete," Frank whimpered.

"Pete what?" He asked.

"He's dead," Frank whispered.

"Wait, what?"

"Right in front of us--"

"What are you talking about?" Sarah interrupted.

"There's a maniac," Frank said.

"Oh my god, we gotta get out of here," she said.

"There's a maniac and he was there and there was a saw and it was either him or Gee and I didn't know what to do!" Frank cried. "It cut right through him and--spilling out fucking everywhere--"

"Oh my god," Sarah gasped.

"I-I killed him," Frank whimpered. "I did it. I-I killed him."

"Oh god," Gerard whimpered.

"It was my fault," he sobbed.

"No, no, this is insane," Sarah said. "We need to go get some help."

"We're gonna figure this out man," Dallon said.

Frank shook his head as he cried, his head still spinning as he tried to stop the utter guilt from eating him from the inside out.

"Dall, we need to go get help now," she said.

"Sar, we should look for the others--"

"Ryan and Brendon are off sixty-nineing each other and who knows where Jamia is," Sarah interrupted.

"I think she's in the lodge," Frank said.

"Fine, fine, you're right," she sighed. "Get everyone else together. But if there's a maniac running around I think we need to get some help, too, right? Not just wait around?"

"But what about--"

"What are we still talking about this?" Sarah cut off. "Let's go!"