"Didja hear that?" Lester asks as we make our way back to his truck through the thick woods.
I sigh tiredly, wiping the sweat off my face with the back of my hand. We've been on a hunting trip all day and honestly, I just wanna go home. We have a ways to go; I don't have the energy to listen to my younger brother's inscesant babbling.
"All I hear is you talkin.'" I grumble, hoping he'll shut up. But Lester's right, there's something lurking around besides us. Footsteps. It's rare to encounter other people around this area, but it's happened before. I drop my catch of the day and pull out my hunting knife. Lester follows suit. Our eyes scan the trees, trying to pinpoint the source of the sounds. The footsteps get closer until a small, stumbling figure emerges a few feet in front of us.
It was a young woman; she was covered in dirt from head to toe. Her hair was matted and caked in mud as well. I could even make out some red mixed in with all the mess. Blood. She stops in her tracks when she spots us. We stand our ground, waiting to see what she would do next.
"Miss?" Lester calls out, he cautiously steps closer to her and she staggers foward one last time before her legs give out. Lester catches her before her face hits the ground. I walk over to them and stare down at the female. She looks in even worse shape up close. The only thing she's wearing is a tanktop and a pair of shorts, exposing her thin arms and legs.
I notice something familiar on her wrists: scars that are all too similar to my own. I look at the girls face, and there's something about her...I don't know why, but I feel this weird sense that we have met before.
"Les...we're bringing her with us." I say, taking her from his arms, picking her up bridal style. Her body is completly limp and she's extremely light. He looks at me with wide eyes. We never take in stragglers. Ever. No matter how beaten up they are. And we most definitely don't let people in our home.
"She's just a..." Lester begins to protest, but I give him a warning glare and he closes his mouth. He knows better than to question me. He picks up both mine and his fowl and we continue our trek to the truck. When we finally reach the vehicle, I climb in the passenger's seat and carefully set the girl on my lap. Lester drives off and we sit in silence. I know what he's thinking, cause I'm thinking the same thing:
Bo's finally snapped.
AUTHOR'S Note: Hello everyone! I hope yall like how this chapter turned out this time, I know I do. It has more detail and substance than the first version I did. Im thinking of publishing this on my other account as well, so whoever wants to read the reboot and skip the original one can find it there as well. Like Ive stated in the last update I did, I plan on regularly updating at least once a week and if I am able to, Ill update as much as possible. I know it was a last minute descision to stop the original version and I know alot of yall were already enjoying it but no worries, Im just adding more details in the chapters and a few timeline changes, other than that, everything is gonna be the same only way better.
TTFN! ~Emily
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Twisted (Bo sinclair, house of wax)
FanfictionI love House of wax. There are lots of questions I have about the characters and everything that happened before the events of the movie and afterwards, so I decided to write a story filling all those questions. It's is currently being rewritten and...
