Duality (slashers x reader)

22. This Close

A figure bounded towards us through the grass. It was Sam, his face was contorted in a look of horror. He skidded to a halt in front of us, panting hard and unable to form words.

'They're - they're here. They got Sarah. We nee- need to leave.'

'Who's here? What are you talking about?' Sam stared at me with desperation.

'The owners! He came out of nowhere and grabbed her, and she fell, then he got a ch- oh my god he's got a chainsaw.'

Noah's eyes widened at this and, as if on cue, a distant buzz rung out from the house and seemed to get louder and louder by the second.

'Shit, we need to go. NOW!'

'But what about Amy?' 

'We might be able to lift her.'

'But we can't move her with that trap around her leg.'

Sam bit his lip and began to pace, his chest rising and falling in quick succession.

'Guys, we need to make a decision. Now.' 

'We know, Noah.'

'No, I mean now!' He pointed towards the house, to a large figure that was quickly bounding towards us through the grass, chainsaw gurgling in his hands. Leatherface.

'Shit. SHIT.' Sam quickly sprinted away, and Noah followed in his suit, leaving me with the screaming Amy. The buzz of the saw grew louder and louder and I could feel my palms sweating profusely.

'Shit, Amy, we have to go. Come on.' I grabbed onto her arm and attempted to pull her up.

'No... no I can't.' She spat out through tears.

'Amy, please, we need to go.' Tears fell down my face and I pulled her as hard as I could. I couldn't stand to watch another one of my friends die, especially now I had the chance to save her. I only let go when I turned to see Leatherface a mere metre from me, the chainsaw now deafening. I broke into a run, almost tripping, and only just made it away in time. I wasn't far away enough though to avoid hearing Amy's agonised screams as she was hacked to pieces.

My running was haphazard and wild as I ran over the uneven ground. I couldn't see Sam or Noah at all but I could hear the incessant buzzing of the chainsaw behind me. My mind was racing and my lungs felt 10x smaller than they usually did, causing my breath to come in sharp, quick succession. I had no plan. There was nothing I could do to save myself. Nowhere to hide. I was in the middle of an empty field.

At least that was only half true. My eyes caught sight of a small hut to the right of me and I made the sharpest turn I could, almost ruining all chances of me escaping by catapulting to the floor, but thankfully I managed to keep my balance. The temptation to sneak a glance at Leatherface was overwhelming but I knew if I did I'd certainly fall and be caught immediately.

I made it to the hut and flung open the doors, practically falling into the room before ducking down behind a rack of shelves. The hut was filled with all sorts of clutter but I didn't have time to process any of it. Bubba barged into the hut, slamming the door so hard it nearly swung off its hinges. He revved the chainsaw again as he stood bewildered in the middle of the small building, his left foot not a metre from me.

I knew he'd find me eventually if I didn't do something now. I grabbed a loose plank that lay next to me, wrestling it from beneath a heavy bag, and swung it as hard as I could at his knees. He dropped the chainsaw to the floor and fell to the ground, clutching his knee and wailing in pain. I jumped up from my hiding spot and quickly delivered a swift blow to the head with the plank, sending him falling back. He lay there silent, unconscious, and I felt a wave of guilt flow over me. Then I remembered where I was and quickly made for the door.

The sun beamed down on me hard, and I felt so tired from the heat and the running. But I knew I didn't have long before Bubba woke up, or one of the other Sawyers came to investigate his screaming. I started jogging in the direction of the road, praying I wasn't too disoriented to find the van, and gradually built up speed as fear swelled in my chest. I tried to make as much distance from the house as I could, which I found relatively difficult as I'd been at the very back. I held my breath until I'd made it past the front porch, at which point I let out a quiet laugh of relief.

I almost screamed with joy once the beaten up van started to materialise in front of me. It was miles away - a tiny dot in my vision - but just the sight of it filled me with so much hope. The hill down though was much steeper than I'd remembered it being, and I tumbled down it, my face scraping against the grass and thistles and I spat out a mouthful of dirt when I came to a stop. 

My heart dropped to the pits of my stomach when I saw the tall figure at the top of the hill headed straight for me. I quickly scrambled to my feet, dirt giving way beneath my shoes and causing me to slide as if I was on ice. I sprinted as fast as I could down the hill, almost tripping and rolling down again multiple times.

As my feet hit the concrete of the road, I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders and pull me tumbling backwards.

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I'm really bad at sticking to deadlines clearly, so sorry this one was a day late as well, I've got a shit-ton of college work to catch up on, but I will try my absolute hardest to get next weeks chapter out on time. Hope everyone's doing good :)