Hide and Seek

Chapter 6 - Ray's POV

Ray and Brooke were hiding next to the door, trying to stay silent. Brooke was trying not to start crying in case they didn't make it out alive. Ray noticed that the red-head standing beside her was trying her best to keep the tears away. A hand touched Brooke's cheek and her face was pulled to meet Ray's gaze.

"It's okay Brooke, we're going to make it out of here alive with Nat and Elise, okay? No matter what," she said sympathetically. "Even if I die, I want you to get out of here."

Brooke blinked a couple of times, and then sniffed, wiping her eyes. "You better promise me you will make it out of this goddamn house alive. I wouldn't know how to live on without you."

Ray smiled and brought Brooke's face closer to hers. "I promise." She ran her thumb across the small scar on Brooke's chin and placed her lips onto the red-head's.

Brooke stood their confused for a second, but melted into the kiss. She placed her hands on Ray's cheeks. After a minute, Brooke pulled away and placed her forehead on Ray's. "Damn, I never realised how much I love you."

Ray giggled slightly, but stopped and covered Brooke's mouth. The creaky wooden floor boards had heavy boots treading on them. They stopped outside of the room that the two girls were in. Ray's hand clenched Brooke's face tighter in fear, while Brooke gripped onto Ray's purple hoodie.

The door swung open slightly, and their eyes widened in shock, fear and horror that they were going to die, right here, right now. Ray could feel a pair of eyes scanning the room, and the door shut. Brooke's beanie was slowly falling down her face and it fell over her eyes. She kept it like that and dug her head into the crook of Ray's neck.

Ray wrapped her arms around Brooke to comfort her and she felt her hoodie getting slightly wet from tears. "I thought we were going to die..." Brooke mumbled, her voice cracking from the crying.

Ray rubbed Brooke's back comfortingly, and hummed to her. The wooden floorboards outside made more noise, like someone was running on them. The sound of heavy boots ran through their ears and the door flung open.

"I heard crying..." A voice said sadistically, stepping into the room. A girl with black hair stepped into the room, holding a dagger with knives around her waist and a heavy trench coat draped over her shoulders, carrying smaller throwing knives.

There was only one girl in this house who had black hair; Angelina, Grace's older cousin and a sister figure to her. She stepped into the room further, her black boots stepping on the creaky floorboards. Ray grabbed Brooke's hand and dashed from behind the door.

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Ray stood there in shock as Brooke fell to the ground. She had been too slow to run from behind the door. A knife was lodged in her chest, blood staining her white shirt. Ray stepped back in disbelief, Angelina looking at Ray.

"I suggest you run, unless you want to be like her." Angelina pulled out a knife from her belt and tossing it up and down.

"Just... go..." Brooke said weakly before taking her finally breath. Ray's eyes filled with tears as she watched the love of her life die in front of her eyes.

"Brooke..." She stuttered and ran out of the room. But as she exited the room, the grandmother was there, sickle in hand and extended it out, slicing Ray's arm badly. She screamed in agony from the pain and seeing Brooke die, falling to the ground. She managed to heave herself up and run.

Angelina ran after her, down the endless corridors and throwing knives at Ray's head. But alas, she had to stop running, with her knee starting to give her pain. Ray was much faster anyway, being younger and more fit.

The grandmother walked over slowly, nudging Angelina in the back with the other end of her walking stick. "I know you're cursing at yourself for not being able to catch up with her. Don't beat yourself down, the others will get her."

Angelina looked down at the old woman and nodded slightly. "Thanks Nana."

The old woman walked off, wobbling around slightly in the direction that Ray had run from. Angelina put her knives back in the pockets and sheaths, looking down the hallway. "Curse you Grace for having to bring people along every time we move."