Part 8: Trapped (warning-)

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by Echoizloud

by Echoizloud

Max's pov
"Me?! Why would I be a murderer?! I may hate camp but I won't murder anyone."
"Well Max it makes the most sense! I-"
"No! It's fine!" I say while walking away. "Oh yeah you can have the tent to yourself! Wouldn't want to share with a MURDERER would you?!"
"MAX WAIT!"
"NO IT IS OK NEIL! I UNDERSTAND!" I walk away into the forest mumbling to myself. I'm not a murderer. I lean on a tree.
"God damn it..." I whisper under my breath. But then I heard something in the tree. Huh? I look up and then I saw something fall down...
"AGHHHHHHHHH!" I scream.

It was Nikki's body...hanging from the tree. I tear up. I've seen this before but...BUT THAT'S MY FRIEND! SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DIE! I fall to the floor.
"Max? Was that you?" I hear a voice say...was it David? I saw him walk up to me.
"Oh Max...you look so upset!" He said while crouching down and hugging me. I sob.
"If your this bad you should have a little rest..." wait what? I suddenly feel a stabbing pain in my neck. Did he inject something in me?! My eyes get drowsy. Gotta stay awake! Gotta stay...

Awake...

A few hours later
I wake up to find myself tied up. Ugh...where am I? I think it's the bomb shelter...? I blink a bit to wake myself up as I was still groggy...what happened. I remember having a fight with Neil...I ran to the forest...Nikki...then...David...DAVID! I KNEW IT WAS HIM! Where is he?
"Hello...?" I say a bit slower than usual.
"Max! You're awake!" I hear him say as he walked to me. He seemed so cheerful...even though he murdered people.
"What the fuck did you do?!" I shout while trying to get out of the rope.
"Max language! And I think you know what I did!"
"Let me go!"
"I can't do that! I have questions for you!" He said while cleaning his knife.
"I'm not answering your fucking questions David!"
"Max. This is the last time I'm going to warn you. Watch your language." He threatened.
"...fine." I say as I see him smile.
"First! Who knows it's me?"
"Uh...me. I told Neil and he...didn't believe me."
"Ah. Ok. Next! How long did you know?"
"For a while...after Preston died? Or maybe Gwen..."
"Gee that's a long time Max!" He said in a mocking tone. "You must've been SO stressed!"
I roll my eyes.
"Anything else?"
"Nope!"
"So I can go?"
"No! You know Max! I can't have you telling anyone!" David said while giggling.
"What?! No! You can't lock me up here forever!"
"Oh but I can!"
"No! You can't! Now let me go you bitch!"
David paused...shit.
"Max...I warned you." He started approaching me. Fuck fuck fuck!
"S-sorry David! I won't do it again!" I say terrified. He continued walking to me slowly.
"You can stop now! H-heh! I'm sorry!"
Another step.
"David seriously. Stop!"
Step. I start shaking as he reached me and crouched down.
"B-BACK OFF!" I yell as I tear up quickly. He forced open my mouth and put the knife in and after a few seconds...

Slice.

I let out a blood curdling scream. I feel tears race down my face. David takes out my freshly cut out tongue and throws it to the side. I choke on the blood as I black out from pain. All I could hear before it went dark was

"Language."