The Island of the Slaughtered | TDI AU

His Face

I can't wait to finally get off this dingy island.

Not only because people are dying, obviously, but also because the people here and just fucking annoying... and I don't usually curse that much.

First of all, there's Beth who still can't chew with her mouth closed after 16 years of eating oily foods that make her hair greasy and face look absolutely hideous. Not to mention, anytime she's within a five foot radius, I somehow get covered in her saliva.

Then there's Izzy, who I'm pretty sure is a certified psychopath? She at least has no ability to pick up on others' emotional cues, because a couple days ago she tried to comfort Katie by giving her a wolf skinned skirt? Who knows where that came from...

Of course, there's goth girl and her super fan guitarist, Trent. Gwen's always at his throat though... he might as well do everyone a favor and give up on her because it's just embarrassing at this point.

Oh, then Katie still hasn't shut up about Sadie dying. I get they're friends or whatever, but it's been six days now, almost a week, and she still cries every night before bed. At least she doesn't have to be kept inside the cabin, but Jesus, someone get this girl off the island before she gets us murdered. I'm surprised she's even made it this long...

Also, Owen.

It sucks we couldn't play the actual game... after meeting all these idiots, I could practically smell the freshly pressed dollar bills tucked safely in a briefcase.

"The winner is... Heather!" Everyone would cheer my name, and I'd be on the cover of every female magazine. I'd, of course, use the money to have something over my stupid siblings. They're always trying to compete with me, but what's the use?

One day, I would love to visit Europe... some of the earth's most captivating landmarks reside there... not to mention the world leaders. I could easily outdo any of them in the simplest tasks.

But that doesn't matter, since right now we're taking a group walk in the woods! So fun! It's not like two people died in here or something.

Noah, Cody, and Owen are living it up in the front, and while I was right behind them, I quickly learned that that was a terrible idea the night after DJ made beans and toast. All the other guys are grouped up picking on Harold, with an exception of Geoff who's flirting with Bridgette a couple people behind me.

I'm walking by myself, sandwiched in the middle of the group. It is the most strategic way to stay alive. Unless I wonder off, I have little to no chance of being taken by the killer, and since I'm not attaching myself to anybody, it won't hurt when they die... I guess.

Izzy is trying to cheer up Katie by jumping around and talking about the most random shit, which seems to be entertaining Beth. Towards the back, Leshawna, Courtney, and Gwen are talking it up. They're definitely a strange trio... I doubt in any other circumstance you would see anyone like them together.

My stomach tightened when I heard something coming from the woods. I glanced to the side, but no one seemed to have heard it. They're all too busy "bonding" with people that are gonna die within a few days.

"Did no one else hear that?!" I stamped my foot, causing the group to pause and look at me.

"Hear what?" Courtney cut from her group and walked over to me. All you could hear was slight rustling in a far off bush.

"It sounded as if someone was running right by us."

"Seriously, Heather?" Courtney narrowed her eyes.

"What? You don't believe me? Look around, who are we missing?" Everyone started looking  around the group.

"I'll do a head count." Courtney rolled her eyes and went back to the back of the line so she could see everyone in front of her, "One, two..." she trailed off into her head, "sixteen, seventeen... weren't there eighteen of us? Let me start-"

"Hey, where's pretty boy?" Duncan yelled to Courtney. You could feel everyone tense up as they realized he was missing.

"I- I don't know, he was walking behind us... you don't think he...?"

"Great, what do we do now?" I crossed my arms as everyone stared into the woods.

"I suppose we keep walking." Duncan shrugged.

"Huh?" Courtney yelled to him. Not because she didn't hear him, but because his idea seemed cruel... though I didn't think so.

"We won't find the body here, if Heather was right... it's probably somewhere ahead of us." Courtney nodded to this as we continued our walk, though now, the group was silent. You could hear a few groups whisper or mutter things, but I couldn't make out anything. As we walked, the pace slowly quickened with each step. By the time the lake came into view, most of us were running.

Not me though, he's probably dead already.

We made it to a clearing that gave way to a small pond, and blood flowed from one of its ends. Anyone who was still talking stopped. Anyone who was running paused. Trent slowly followed where the blood had come from, and found a bush. He pushed away the branches before gagging.

"I found him." He yelled and pointed before stepping back. Most of the group ran over to see, but Katie, Beth, Cody, and Bridgette stayed back.

I was the last to make it to the bush, and I had to push everyone out of the way to-

He had no face.

I don't think you understand, Justin didn't have a face.

His throat had a deep, continuously bleeding gash, but it was nothing compared to the pulsing veins revealed on his cheeks and forehead. You could see the under layer of flesh, typically covered by one's own skin. One of his eyes were gouged out and his teeth gleamed under the sun.

I hope he wasn't alive as they shaved off his face.

I could only imagine what someone as shallow as he would think... or do.

"Should we take him back to camp?" Someone whispered. I looked back to see a couple campers shake their heads. I took a deep breath before staring back, entranced in his state. He was so pretty. Now, he has nothing but a wandering soul detached from its body. I wonder if that's why the killer did it...

"Do you think he kept it?" Izzy asked. We all looked at her in disgust before closing the bush and walking back towards the stragglers, "What'd I say?" She tilted her head before giggling and skipping ahead of the group back to camp.

"I think we can all agree that unless we have no other choice, we stay at camp." Courtney declared as the group walked back, "I know it'll be boring, but this is survival of the fittest. We can't goof off anymore."

"Whatever you say, Princess." Duncan smirked.

"Duncan, can't you take anything seriously? We just saw... ugh! I can't deal with this right now." She walked ahead of me as the group huddled close. Instead of a huge spread out line, we became a tight clump.

I honestly thought Justin would make it longer than he did... I guess his face could only do so much for him.