Killer Lovin

Episode 4

Rick looked around the open grassy fields surrounding him. He put his finger in the air finding the direction of the wind before rotating his body a bit more. Rick lifted his golf club trying to get the perfect angle to-

'"JUST HIT THE BALL DICK!" Mitch's voice rang through the air interrupting Rick's train of thought. He looked at Mitch annoyed ever since last week Mitch had become more snippy. Rick didn't know why but it seemed like something in Mitch snaped, well, snaped more than he does on a daily basis. His insults evolved from "fatass" to "Dick Fuckerson" a creative wordplay but insulting all the same. of course, it'd be one thing if Mitch was just mean, he was the villain, it was his job to be mean.

No, what scared Rick more was him trying to be nice to him. I mean, he invited him for golfing he made breakfast for him this morning. He didn't know why but it seemed like Mitch was trying to get on his good side. an attempt Rick didn't trust for a second. Rick ignored Mitch's screams of impatience focusing on his swing. He let go allowing the club to hit the ball. the ball soared through the air making its way to the woods by the mountain.

Brock cheered giving Rick a thumbs up as he excitedly watched the ball.

"Dude! nice swing!" Brock said his eyes lighting up Mitch rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, if we were playing BASEBALL! This is GOLF Brock!" Brock opened the pages of the golf book Gordon had let him barrow.

"oh, wait, you supposed to hit it into the hole, and, Woah, wait the person with the LEAST points wins? Man, this game really is broken." Jackson looked at Brock confused.

"I'm surprised you've never played golf before." Brock shrugged his eyes wandering towards Chas who was using the grill.

"Golfing's not really my 'thing' it's confusing, it's all backwards. Baseball, football, soccer, I don't know, they just make more sense to me." Rick looked over to Brock wielding his club like a victorian cane.

"I get you, but you had to at least gone golfing with your dad or something."

"my dad doesn't golf" Gordon peered up from his book surprised.

"What type of dad doesn't golf?" He asked snidely

"What type of person owns a landline..." Brock smirked proud of his retort. Chas sat over the grill trying to keep himself from cracking up. Gordon glared at Brock who gave Gordon a regretful look.

"Sorry, just messing with you. Hey, someone should really go get that ball." Mitch yanked the club from Rick swinging the club over and over again forcefully.

"I guess that someone's you, congratulations." Rick rolled his eyes he had just about had it with Mitch's attitude. Chas looked at the group putting down his spatula.

"I'll get it. Brock, could you man the grill for me?" Brock smiled proudly taking the spatula from Chas' hands. Rick rushed after Chas.

"I'm coming too, it's safer that way. There maybe are wolves, or crazy horses running around." Chas chuckled his face turning slightly red before he collected himself.

"It's been three weeks. I'm sure they've figured that out. No lie though, I've kinda started to wonder if this place is cursed... does stuff like that normally happen Rick?" Rick shook his head.

"Not before, the other seasons didn't seem to have any problems, well, other than the contestants getting tired of each other." Chas looked back at Mitch whose swings seemed to get more and more forceful. he looked at Rick knowingly.

"I can't imagine why." Mitch looked towards the two waving his hand demandingly. Chas sighed as the two began their search. The two searched the brush below the mountain, no golf ball. Chas shook Rick's shoulder a scared look on his face. Rick looked up at the mountain's rocks small pools of blood stained the rocks. wait, BLOOD! Rick's eye went to where the bloody trail ended an arm sticking out of the grass. One by one the others joined them. Each coming to ask what's taking so long, only to find themselves frozen in place. Rick was the first to snap back to his senses.