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Chapter Eleven

         Loud voices erupt from the living room across and glass breaks. There were a few mumbles and heavy foots step approaching.
My body was limp a throbbing sensation ponded In my head. I remained paralyzed hoping to God that they wouldn't find me alive. Skitters however, was heavy and still dead.

"Shit they nipped the fucker in the head." Somebody grunts.

"W-well should we move him?" Stammering over his words someone wasn't all the way awake yet.

    "You mean move them?" Someone corrects. "Think Irwin did it?"

     "No I don't think Irwin did it, he's a lump on a log right now!" Someone screams in frustration. "He's going to kill us when he finds out everybody is gone."

    "That's what happens when you prance around that fucking gun!" Someone yells back at Jack. "Who ever told you to fall asleep anyhow?"

   "Fuck you, don't act like your any better than me Rex." Jack harshly replies. "We got to go get them."

   "That motherfucker!" Rex scream knocking something over. "This better be some misunderstanding or he's going to wish that bullet was in his head instead of Skitter's."

  I assumed they were talking about Irwin, but any second it felt like they'd turn Skitter over and find me breathing. Sweat slid down my back as there foot steps traveled outside the cabin. Waiting it out a few more minutes I forced my arms to move, if I hadn't have done this I don't think I would have tried at all.  I pushing Skitter from off top of me and his body  rolls over in a dead thud. My shirt has hints of dry blood on it but I'm completely drenched.

    I don't know where I'm going but I don't leave without something to clutch onto. A kitchen knife is stuck to my sweaty palm and the blade was facing downward. I had to get out of here so I started running. My legs burned and at any moment it felt like someone would catch up to me. My head ponded even harder and my stomach began to churn.

  In the distance I saw a burning light and with as much momentum that my legs carried I couldn't stop. Crashing throw the bushes that had thorns pricking my knees a young couple stares at me. My body is shaking and sweat clings to my body along with Skitter's blood. The guy rises to his feel with both his hands up calmly approaching. I notice the knife in my hand and he starts talking.

   "Hey put the knife down." He says sounding worried as his almond eyes reflect the fire. "There's no need for that."

     "Help." I say panting like a dog. "There are these people, someone is seriously hurt."

   "Yeah I'll bet." The ginger women says coming to his aid.

    "Please we half to go get help." I say skull feeling like its on fire.

     Leaving his side the petite ginger clasps her hands on my shoulder. When I saw her skin there's  a peach tone to it and her pupils were the size of olives. What should have been whites of the eyes were strait red and her eyelids were covered with an almost purple shading. Keeping myself composed I still couldn't let the knife go. No matter how much I tried to, the thought of loosing any since of security close by was a complete no.  My words came jumbled out and my story felt like my lips hadn't moved, but they still listened.

   "There going to kill you if we don't get out of here, please you half to believe me!" Hair suck to my face and my feet felt like taking flight again.

   "Okay, okay." The guy urges me to lower my voice. "We'll get help, Lyssa blow out the fire."

     Clapping comes from out of the bushes and Jack come into plan view. Rex is second to reveal himself and Irwin's laugh comes near by. There was no pausing or second thought I just lifted the knife and started swinging. An angry shout comes from the man in front and his knuckles connect with the center of my chest. Stumbling backwards I get locked onto from behind and the Rex holds onto my feet.

     "That stupid bitch stab me!" The guy screams. "I can't believe she fucking stabbed me!"

  "Told you Jamison, she's a tough one."Irwin licks the side of my face. "Alright bitch play times over."

   We didn't go back to the cabin from before, but to the third one farthest out. Kicking the door open I was carried in like a pick ready to be killed. Tom was in the center of the room greeting me as if we everything was okay. The pistol Jack ounce had was in still in his possession while Ivor and Malinda were scrunched up on the couch.  My heart sank and Tom say it.

   "I thought you were honestly dead," He smiles eyes looking confused and tired. "But then again you are very smart."

  "Tom what the fuck are you doing." I snap trying to get out of Irwin's bear hold.

  "What does it look like I'm doing." He laughs approaching me to the point our noses were just inches apart. "I'm getting ride of the competition."

"You don't have the balls you weak son of bitch!" Malinda yells out and snickers appear on many faces. "You were always a weak man Tom, that's why you could never tell me it was over."

   There was no look on his face. Everything about Tom in this moment was relaxed. Inside everyone there is something dark that we can not explain, this was that moment. Drawing the pistol up he shoots Jamison in the head and his brains spatter everywhere. Lyssa screams but claps, Irwin laughs but still holds on, and mostly Tom felt like he had made a statement.

   "If you don't shut your fucking mouth I'm going to put more than just a bullet in between your teeth."The smile he has goes from ear to ear and he looks genuinely happy.

  We were never going to make it out of here alive. Most of all we weren't going to leave here how we came: together.