I'm Sorry

12. Chloroform

(A/N) okay so I actually just finished writing this book so I can tell you after this there is three more chapters and then an epilogue so you have that to look forward to haha
also to some people this book might not look like it got a lot of attention but to me this is awesome! It's so cool that so many of you are actually reading and enjoying this story haha
and tbh I don't think you'll expect the ending I wrote so *evil laugh* hope you like this though

Beth had a feeling. Something deep inside her bones that took away her worries. The feeling chilled her for a moment, before letting her sigh with happy relief.

Matt and Jess were dead.

Beth didn't know how she knew this, but she did. She also knew that it had been her sister who killed them. It was almost as if their twin telepathy was allowing them to share their knowledge. To share their feelings. At least this is what it felt like to Beth. No one could really know how Hannah truthfully felt about anything anymore.

Beth thought of the obstacles in the way of her and her sisters happiness together. They both sat in the room down the hall. Such easy targets, when will they learn? A confusing though entered Beth's head.

If they knew she was the killer, why weren't they leaving?

Beth pondered this for a moment, before relaxing as she figured out the answer. Where would they leave to? Josh had broken the only way on and off the mountain. And where would they hide? The Wendigo-infested woods? Beth smiled. Such easy targets.

Down the hall, Mike knew that Emily needed some rest. He allowed her to sleep on his shoulder while he kept watch for Beth. But Mike knew watching would not be enough. He had to kill her. He didn't care if he got arrested. He didn't care if he got the death sentence. Everyone he loves is either dead or will be dead. Unless he can do something about it.

Mike slowly got away from Emily, careful not to wake her up. She had gone through enough. He walked towards the drawer where he knew for a fact the Washingtons kept a knife after what happened last year.

He pulled out the shining weapon, gazing at his reflection in the blade. He looked tired. There were visible bags under his eyes. His eyes themselves looked sad and regretful.

Mike dropped the weapon to his side and took a deep breath. He turned to the door and slowly turned the doorknob, careful to not make a sound.

Mike took quiet steps towards the living room. The only sound he could hear was the blow of the strong wind outside and the spark of the fire. He hid the knife behind him as he walked towards what he thought would be Beth's doom.

Mike entered the living room. Something had been thrown over the fire, leaving an ashy film over the logs and smoke sizzling into the air. The room was empty. He could see a mark on the couch from where Beth had been sitting.

Nerves crept through Mike. Where is she? Where could she have possibly gone?

Mike started to worry. What if this had been a trap? What if Beth had done something to Emily? Oh man, he has messed everything up hasn't he?

Mike turned around, suddenly desperate to get to Emily. He turned around only to come face to face with a smiling Beth.

Her smile was not a normal smile. It wasn't that she was happy about something. Or maybe she was. But whatever she was happy about, Mike was sure that he wouldn't like. That smile would send children running in fear and adults staring from across the room. That smile could kill. And kill it would.

Mike shook his head, realizing that he had been distracted. He rushed to pull out his knife. He was not fast enough.

Beth covered his face with a cloth. It smelled funny to Mike. He struggled to get it off or stab anything in radius, but to no use. He started to grow drowsy, his swings suddenly less powerful, his legs suddenly having trouble keeping him up. His struggles slowed down for what felt like hours to Mike, even though the encounter probably lasted seconds. Maybe a minute, at most.

Mike fought to keep awake, but the strange smelling substance was too much for him. His eyes closed, leading him to see only blackness for the time being. He fell to the floor with a bang. Beth smiled, and dragged his body through the halls, hoping that the fight, if you could call it that, didn't wake Emily.

She didn't expect it to, she's gone through emotional trauma for hours on end. It's probably about four in the morning! What kind of person wouldn't be tired?

Beth took Mike's knife and stuck it in her back pocket, being careful not to accidentally stab herself. That would be bad.

Beth had a plan for Mike and Emily. She wasn't one for creativity and uniqueness. Even if it was a boring plan, it was a plan.

And Beth was ready to initiate it.