𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 ⦊ 𝒇𝒔⁹⁴

𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

a figure practically jumping at her, swinging the axe as she barely dodged it. josh dragging her out of the way, luckily. feeling the stining pain in her shoulder as she fell to the floor. the man charging towards the group as josh leaped out of the way too. it was on of them. the killers. they found them. she recognised him. it was hard not to. a bag covering his face. bloodied axe. camp nightwing shirt. it was him alright. the nightwing killer. tommy slater. watching as he charges straight at sam. josh helping anastasia from the ground. the pair running towards simon who was screaming her name. deena rushing to grab sam. pulling her out of the way just in time. the axe smashing the car window. and they were off. sprinting towards the ambulance. anya's leg burning in pain. the third wound of the night. she was definitely going to die. and it would happen tonight. all three of the killers had hit her now. the blade at the back of her thigh, the razor to the wrist. the scrap of an axe. she decided to keep this is secret. for now. kate dragging anastasia into the front of the ambulance as everyone else piled into the back. heart's still racing in fear as kate set off immediately.

"that was the nightwing killer."

"no fucking shit sherlock. what gave it away, the shirt?" anyas spat as she pressed back into the seat. head turned to the side. trying to hide the look of pain etched on her face from kate.

"that was a bust." kate spoke, double checking the mirror. watching the figure now standing still, get smaller and smaller. as they drove off.

"maybe because it's not like the fucking movies. you dipshits. its not like easy as putting bones to rest."

"it should have worked, it always works."

"this isn't a movie simon, people are actually fucking dying. look at the bitch, she looks like she's about to fucking die of some kinda of shitty illness." anya spat throwing the torch at the boy who fell backwards onto the floor. not caring about the light that hit his shoulder.

"anya!"

"what. it's fucking true."

"maybe it's her missing hand."

"who gives a shit, it doesn't matter. how do i not die?" kate begged turning her attention back to the road.

"we! how do we not die! and im looking at you witch nerd!"

"hey, leave josh out of this."

"i don't know."

"they aren't coming for us." and silence finally rang through the ambulance. everyone turning to look in the direction it came from. sam wiping the blood from her nose onto a rag.

"they are coming for me."

"you motherfucker." anastasia spat leaping from her seat, kate screeching the ambulance to a stop as anya dived at sam.

"you bitch! you know how many times i've almost died tonight. 3. 3 fucking times. if you two didn't act like such fucking babies and sort your shit out we wouldn't even be here. it's your fault that we threw the cooler. i could be in bed right now. watching, i don't know... a fucking movie. or maybe the latest news. 4 kids get fucking murdered trying to save the ex of one of the friends. because that's what's going to happen. there's killers me us..after you! and it's all your fault." anya screamed snapping once more, everything kicking off. her fingers tighting around sam's neck as she tried to scream out. deena charging at anya, tugging the girls head trying to get her off sam.

"what like your dad? rotting. alone." sam spat in defence. anya's eyes sharpened. slamming sam's head backwards into the cabinet. josh watching with wide eyes. simon trying to shout anastasia's name. her vision unfading, seeing sam gasping for air around her fingers. letting go in shock. deena taking the chance to rip the girl's head back. slamming her into the shelf of the opposite side. kate sreaming at deena to stop as she repeatedly did it. simon scremaing anya's name as they tried to rip deena off anya.

"i saw her again. the witch." sam shouted out, deena letting anastasia finally free. the girl stumbling slightly. falling backwards into kate and simon. both looking down at her in worry... what the fuck had just happened. she was okay, luckily for deena.

"i disturbed her grave. she wants me. wants me dead."

"that makes two of us." anya mumbled under breath. feeling a finger hook under her chin looking up into simon's worried eyes.

"stop." he mumbled making her look look him. gaze softening. he looked so tired. so scared.

"wait, yeah. nightwing ran straight past me. swang at you though. after that we got out of the way and he went straight for her." josh spoke before pointing to anastasia who didn't dare raise her gaze. they couldn't know about the voice.

"guys no. ruby attacked simon. skull mask attacked anya. they came to our homes and whilst you were babysitting." deena spat. kate holding the ambulance to a stop once more.

"no he didn't. skull mask didn't care about us. he cared about this. sam's blood." kate spoke unzipping simon's jacket. a gag leaving anya's lips as she turned away. the red splattered on the front of his white t-shirt. the knife marks.

"that's fucking disgusting." she spat shuffling away from him. sitting in the other corner of the ambulance. hugging her knees to her chest. trying not to think of the pain in her leg. or in her shoulder. or her wrist. or the voice she had heard.

"yeah, from the crash when sam puked period. it's jaws dude. a shark smelling blood. kids right. when we found skeletor, he was a sniffy and weird with my shirt. like a perv in a pantie shop."

"simon...what the fuck." anya spat at his words. he had such a weird way of describing things.

"skull mask came to our house too. he chased anya. is everyone forgetting forgetting he held her down and pressed a blade to her throat. what does sam have to do with that?" deena spat, trying to defend sam. who said pulling the same position as anya. both sat knees to chest. playing with the hem of their clothing.

"yeah what the fuck was up with that. he called me pretty and held a blade to my throat. why me?" anya cried before kate cut her off. calling their names. both girls looking at her as she looked down to her shoes. anya looking down kates shoes too. but there wasn't anything there, what the hell was she trying to say. following her gaze to deena's shoes. the red splattered across them. then too her own shoes. the droplets of blood going down the side.

oh fuck

that explains it