Vince Schneider was supposed to die but what if he survives? And after this attack, he fled and ran into woods
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"Fuck this bar, man." Vince slurred, words slurred as he's already had his usual limit of alcohol. He rests his hand against the bricked wall to continue his piss. As he's taking his sweet old time with his piss, a noise made his heart leap out of his chest as an engine revved up causing him to turn mid zip. "The fuck?" Vince mumbled, zipping up with trembling hands as he shields his face and starts to take careful steps towards the running car until searing pain pierced his hand. Vince stumbled back, a yell of surprise tore from his throat until his eyes widened as the knife was protruding through his hand. Survival instincts kicks in as he reared his fist and cold cocked them in the face and sprinted toward the woods, completely ditching his Dodge Charger. Vince starts climbing through the fence until dark, gnarled tree limbs hurled past him as he fled. Wind howled in his ears as he barreled through the woods with no direction in mind. The second he punched whomever had stabbed him, he took off.
Vince Schneider never turned to look back once.
Cradling his hand as he barreled through, his chest burned, starved for oxygen when he attempted to go faster until he tripped over a branch, collapsing with a thud letting out a pained cry, making him cry out in agony as he shakily held the knife that's protruding through his hand and he tried to yank it out making himself wince and cry as he pulls.
Tears painted Vince's face as he squeezed his eyes shut. No longer caring if this was some sick prank to get back at him for the altercation at the bar or that his facade he always wore had been completely shattered.
In the next moment, Vince gave a pained whimper as he managed to pull the knife out. A sob laced his throat as the knife slips from his bloody fingers and he lets out shaky breaths. His eyes were brimming with tears as he lets out a pained whimper as he cradled his bleeding hand and shakily tore off in the pitch blackened woods. Panic laced his breath with each shaky attempt to draw it in.
His fingers dug in his pockets to find his phone. Heart hammering in his chest, drowning the sound of his impending doom. Desperately, he tries running. His thoughts were blurred as his vision.
"Shit," he cried out to no one. "Somebody please help me," His whisper died on his breath.
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Vince ducked behind a cluster of bushes and struggled to catch his breath. A light coat of sweat coated his skin despite the pitched black chilled air. He leaned around to look for Ghostface. The angel of darkness was nowhere to be found. He couldn't even hear anything.
As he turned to lean against the tree, a shadow swooshed by and Vince crouched down as the dark shape of the masked figure begins to look for Vince.
His heart raced for a moment, preparing to run for his life. He shakily peeked out from the bushes and sees a deer, it gave a huff and darted away in fast legs through the bushes. A sigh escaped Vince as he lowered his gaze down at his bleeding hand and grips a piece of his flannel ripping it off to wrap his hand and keep it secured.
Vince cradled his injured hand close to his chest as he leaned against the tree trunk, exhaling. A dark shape descended upon him. Vince shrieked involuntarily as Ghostface seized his uninjured wrist and threw him to the ground. The breath knocked from Vince's lungs as he glanced up shakily. Ghostface straddled Vince by his hips and grabbed his arms as he tried to fight.
He attempted to punch his attacker again until Ghostface put pressure on Vince's injured hand causing him to scream. "HELP!" He screamed. "Please don't do this!" Vince sobbed, attempting to shield himself despite his injured hand until Ghostface flips Vince over and he screamed as his hand hit a rock.
Vince's eyes are wide; he was screaming.
Ghostface grabs Vince again until Vince used his other and punched the killer and ran.
Vince shakily staggered to his feet and started running as fast as he possibly could. Vince drew in shaky sobs as he barreled through the woods away from Ghostface.
As he's running, he encounters the chick from the bar.
"Jesus, you look like shit." Amber's voice hit a cold pitch voice, causing Vince to shudder. Vince gave a wounded cry and stared at the chick confused but grateful to see someone who could help him.
"P-Please help me."
Amber inspected Vince's hand, admiring the man's wound she had inflicted on him with a smile. She's got him real good.
"That's gonna need stitches."
"Let's go get that checked out, follow me we're almost out of the woods."
Vince stared at the end of the woods through blurred vision. Tears welled up again and he choked on a sob of pain, collapsing on his knees. Shuddered ripped his spine until Amber helped him up to his feet.
"Let's go," Amber leaned closer to whisper as she dragged-half carried Vince, Urgently trying to get Vince out of the woods to pull with the facade.
Vince's eyes were fluttering; head drooping. His nerves were shot to shit and he didn't know what to do besides let himself be dragged out of the woods.
"Almost there",
"Mmm," Vince moaned in pain.
Amber fully led him out until her jeep was visibly seen. She had been parked and the door had been left open. Vince was placed in the backseat of the car.
She was surprised how he could be lost in the woods but also lost in general. She had him right where she wanted him.
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