drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
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In which a group of counsellors are stuck at Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp for one more night that soon turns into a night of survival
(the quarry)
(aroace fem! oc)
(nick furcillo x fem! o...
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Chapter Sixteen: Close Call
(White Noise, Part 3)
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Hayden's hand hadn't let go of the knife since the lodge.
She held it so tight, Hayden was certain its grooves and pattens were tattooed against her palm, but Hayden hardly cared—not when the encounters with Bobby were still running in her head, when every shadow and every sound could be him or the creature that attacked Nick and Sarah. Adrenaline was coursing through her, making every one of her senses feel heightened, aware of every noise, every movement, in the woods, ready to use the knife and stab and defend her friends and Nick from any monster, any maniac who wanted to throw more jars of blood at them, without hesitating.
But nothing jumped out or moved. No monsters lurched out of the shadows. The walk to the radio hut was uneventful.
That just made Hayden more tense, because if the camp was so quiet...
Then wouldn't it be perfect for something to attack them?
Hayden.
Hayden jumped, whirling to the trees, heart thumping as something appeared within the shadows, something humanoid, watching her, seeming to call to her, to—
"Hayden."
Hayden jumped, turning to her brother and just about stopping herself from stabbing him.
"You okay?" Nick asked, resting a hand on her shoulder.
Hayden stared at him, before she relaxed a fraction at knowing it was just him and her mind playing tricks on her as she replied, "I'm okay. A little jumpy and covered in blood that smells absolutely horrible, but other than that I'm all good."
Looking at Nick, at how well he was walking, she noted, "You're walking better. How's the wound? You feeling any pain?"
"I'm fine, Hayden. Doesn't even hurt now," Nick replied.
"You sure? It looked pretty bad earlier," Hayden worried.
Nick rolled his eyes. "God, can you stop worrying? If I say I'm fine, then I'm fine, okay?"
"Coming from the guy who could hardly run, let alone walk earlier, and who's also my brother, I think I'm right to wo—" Hayden said, only for Nick to harshly interrupt, "God, just fucking quit it Hayden! I'm getting sick of you constantly hovering over me asking me that! Why can't you just understand that I am and then leave me the fuck alone?!"
Hayden stared at her brother in shock, not at what he said, but how he'd just exploded at her. Because yes, they'd argued during their lives, but never, not in those fights or even with that box jellyfish sting that had caused him such indescribable pain or when he broke his arm from a wipeout two years ago, did he ever snap at her like that.
