When Matthew and Mason Hoover receives an invitation from a long-lost colleague, they were offered to join him at a secluded resort to spend the holidays together. The siblings were thrilled. But it all goes downhill when a wicked cult ruins their v...
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Arcane Lily's Resort, December 18th, 1:00 PM
It has been six hours since the cult captured me. Anthony, Veronica, and Spencer. They all felt the exact way.
The weather kept on getting more substantial every second. You can no longer see wilderness from the outside. All you can ever see is snow, snow, and even more snow.
As I kneel from my knees, I can't help but dart my eyes at Jillian's corpse. It was dreadful for me, the fact that it only took half a second merely to shoot someone in the head while her friends stares at her with no asset whatsoever.
"What are we gonna do? these people have guns and killed Jillian." Spencer whispered at me and by the looks at him. He is one of those people who wants to leave early and sits on a chair while facing a computer for twenty-four hours straight. Constantly constructing morse codes that don't make sense.
"Don't worry Spencer, will get to the bottom of this," I composedly replied to him.
There were only two of them inside the lobby, the husky and the weasel. The leader stands in front of us while he lingers for the penguin to come back. The weasel on the other hand is watching over us, ready to burst one of our heads into bits and dust.
Soon, I knew something was familiar about the car approaching the building, It was my brother's car. It was all fine during that point, the car had no scratches and the windows are perfectly fine, there were no shattered mirrors.
As the car was parked, came hopping out was the emperor penguin coming back to the inn. Joining his little slaves with him. Pauline, Nick, and my brother. They were also captured.
"Matthew!" I tried to approach him but the weasel punched me with his white, long baseball bat. It smacked me right on my back, thank goodness it wasn't on the head. Otherwise, I will pass out again. The weasel then told me to go back to my spot next to Spencer's.
"Don't hit my brother like that, assholes!" Matthew sheathed me with his concerns over me, but it wasn't enough backup. The wolf then aims the revolver at him and made my brother threatened as the gun cocks another bullet. It made Matthew serene.
The husky commanded the penguin to let the others position them near us. With three crazy lunatics on the spot and eight--- seven vacationers being held hostage were officially screwed.
I whispered at my brother asking him where the hell they went earlier. He answered candidly, it turns out that they went back to the nearest gas station to buy some syringes to help mend my concussion, and that along the way, they met the penguin in the middle of the road. Soon they led them back here.
"Why are you doing this!" Nick shouted.
"Give us money." We wouldn't have ever guessed that he was Russian.
