Master of the Candle

Chapter 8

Beth and Theo were fully loaded. Beth had found a baseball bat in the room of what appeared to be a young boy and Theo was carrying a frying pan which was inspired by his love of Tangled. "I think we should find the others," Beth suggested. So they continued walking through the house wary of what lay ahead.

Suddenly Beth noticed a door she had never seen before, the temptation to open it was strong she felt a force pulling her hand towards the knob, she tried to stop herself. Theo pushed her out of the way, "here I have better luck with doors," he said. Theo opened the door. Inside was a single wooden chair levitating in the centre of the room with Caleb sitting on it. His eyes were blood shot and his red hair was even redder than before, blood formed a puddle on the ground.

Beth was so shocked by what she saw that she turned around and ran. She planned to run up the stairs, she would lock herself in the upstairs bathroom until all this was over. As she was running she saw Nat sitting at the bottom of the stairs with a hopeless look in her eyes. "Nat what the hell are you doing!" Beth yelled. Nat looked up, her eyes had the look of a cold blooded killer. Nat lunged at Beth. "GET OFF ME." Beth exclaimed. Nat and her were lying on the floor in a full on wrestling match.

Nat dug her nails into Beth's neck and punctured it. Beth screamed and grabbed her baseball bat giving Nat a big whack across the head. One last bit of sanity could be seen in Nat's eyes until she fell flat on her face, blood everywhere. "Natalie.." Beth mumbled through her tears. She had killed Nat. Beth cried like she had never cried before, Nat's blood was on her hands, how would she tell bethwyn. How could she ever live with herself.

Beth didn't want to survive anymore, she had taken someone's life. Beth felt heat run through her, her body felt like it was being taken over and in that moment she knew, survival was the least of her worries