[FEAR STREET X OCS]
"The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow."
All Reyes ever wanted was simple; defeat Sunnyvale, reunite her two best friends who had been torn apart by misunderstandings, and maybe, just maybe, convinc...
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V. confessions
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"I can't believe you're wearing that," Deena scoffed, glancing at Kate as she adjusted the headlamp on her forehead.
Kate shrugged. "I can't believe you're above wearing one when we're in the middle of the fucking woodsand dead maniacs are after us." She retorted, handing another headlamp to Reyes.
"Yeah, Deena, rise to the occasion." Reyes added with a smirk, slipping the headlamp on as the group trudged towards the wrecked truck where Sam had crashed earlier. The forest around them was eerily silent, except for the sound of their footsteps crunching through the undergrowth.
Reyes glanced over her shoulder. The flashing lights of the ambulance were gone, swallowed by the woods behind them. Her stomach twisted, something about the darkness felt wrong.
The group neared the crash site, the truck still there, untouched, abandoned. Simon held Reyes's hand a little tighter.
"Okay, so, I fell out of the truck here." Sam said, crouching to the ground as she retraced her steps. "I was crawling, and my nose was bleeding. Then." Her hand moved through the red moss coating the ground. The vivid colour stood out against the darkness. Reyes tensed, squeezing Simon's hand as Sam's fingers brushed something solid beneath the moss.
"I feel something." Sam started to pull up what Reyes thought were chains.
"Chains?" Kate voiced what everyone was thinking, her brow furrowed in confusion.
The group knelt around Sam as she continued pulling, and suddenly bones began to emerge from the earth. Reyes's heart dropped. This was a terrible idea.
"Oh! Not just chains!" Simon exclaimed, his voice rising with a nervous chuckle that did nothing to lighten the mood. The group froze as a skull surfaced.
"Holy shit."
"Oh my god."
"No way."
Josh, always methodical, started piecing together the bones with trembling hands. As he worked, he uncovered something that made him pause. A rusted lock, engraved with the name Fier.
