A Carry On FANFICTION

Chapter Four : The Hunt

SIMON

I am tied up to a chair and I can't move. My arms my legs and my whole body is stuck against the wood of the chair.

The curtains are drawn and I am almost in the dark. There is just a ray of light that is getting closer and closer from my hand.

Oh no. I don't know if I am imuned to the sun like Baz sort of is. I guess I'll know soon enough.

It is on my hand now. And it doesn't actually burns. It is just a little bit disturbing but it doesn't hurt. Thank the Mages.

Baz isn't here. I don't know where he's left. But I know he'll come back. At least I hope so.

BAZ

I left Simon alone. I didn't even leave a note for him. He must be freaked out. I have to hurry. I start running, faster and faster. I am now in the woods and I have to find an animal right now.

There's nothing around me. I turn around, my nose smelling nothing but wood.

And then I smell it. Blood. But not animal blood. Human blood.

I can't make him drink human blood. He will never be able to stop. But I have to or he will die. I run toward the smell. Here he is, this poor old man, picking up mushrooms. He doesn't see me. I get to him.

"Hi Sir"
"Hi son ! What's up ?"
"Nothing. What are you picking up ?"
"Some mushrooms."

He turns to show me and I get my hand to his neck. I turn it and I hear this awful noise of a bone cracking. He is dead. He didn't suffer. At least that's what I hope.