Freak.

Six

The teenagers in the woods laughed hysterically as smoke bellowed from their mouths. They're completely out of it. High even.

Me: "Hello gentlemen." I said as she step out from behind a tree.

They looked startled but eventually calmed down.

The fire they gathered around castes her shadow upon their faces as she prowled around the fire, like a panther ready to pounce.

Teen: "Hello there." Said one teen, eyeing her up. She scowled at him and he smirked.

Samantha: "I am not here to socialize...just passing by." She said as she turned her back at them.

Teen: "Why don't you say and, uh...party with us?" His friends chuckled.

She turned towards them, the angle of the fire casting dark shadows over her eyes.

Samantha: "You don't watch the news a lot do you boys?" Her straight lips curved into a sick smile.

Teen: "W-why..." One boy stuttered as he grew concerned. Their fear made her feel powerful.

She took out her knife from the pocket inside her sweatshirt. She twirled it as she slowly circled around the shaking group of boys. She could feel the tension in the air.

Samantha: "I'll let you go. But may I tell you this...these are my woods." She said stilling wearing the same smile, she then stopped walking. "Run." She said in a challenging voice.

They ran like rabbits. Bounding, leaping, fleeing for their lives.
She heard. He said the word. He's going to get it.

She gave chase, heart pounding sending blood throughout her body as fast as it possibly could. He looked back at her, his eyes wide with fear. She was just a few feet away, so close. The end of the woods was coming up. She quickened her running, taking longer strides. He was close. And now he's dead.

David Bickle's POV:
I heard Chad's screams, we were all already out of the woods, but we ran back into them in attempt to save him. When we got to the location of his screams, we saw a horrid display. There was Chad. On the ground. Blood pooling from his stomach region. No one wanted to go near him. We looked at him. In awe that, just a few minutes ago, he was alive. I inched closer to him, and I saw something on his forehead.

Me: "Freak?" I read. We were all confused. We stood there in silence. Until we got out our phones and slowly called 911.

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Hello there person reading this, sorry if I haven't update but I'm a lazy person so you need to yell at me to update the story. But anyway, sorry this chapter was boring or whatever, I just typed it down and boom. Boring chapter. Get on my level. Lol, I hope you really like this story.