Hunted

Chapter 20: Deal With the Devil

"So what's your play?" Ryan whispered as we rounded the corner into an empty classroom on the second floor.

"We need to take out some of his killer pets," I said, "If we can get to Sarah's desk, we can get her gun."

"She brought a gun to school?" Megan screeched.

"Shh! Yes she did and aren't you glad that her doing this might just save our lives?" I raised my eyebrows at her, daring her to argue.

I leaned my head around the corner to make sure the coast was clear, "Which room is Sarah's."

"Two doors down. I'll be there and back in less than two minutes."

"Good luck," Ryan whispered.

I slowly snuck across hall, keeping close to the walls. No sound was made as my shoes tiptoed to Sarah's door.

Just nice and easy, I thought to myself, just breathe.

I grabbed the handle and twisted the knob, slowly pushing open the door.

It was almost open, when I cringed at the sound. The squeak reverberated off the walls, alerting anyone who noticed, "Damn it."

"Could you make any more noise?" Ryan questioned, the sudden voice making roundhouse kick him into the wall.

"I'm so sorry Ryan," I said to him as I dragged him into the room with me, shutting the door behind, "What the hell were you thinking sneaking up on me like that?"

"I was thinking you needed backup," he said, checking his head for any blood, "Although I should have known you can protect yourself."

I gave him a quick smirk before returning to the task I came in here for, "Come on, we need to find that gun."

I pulled the doors of the desk until coming to the last one empty, "It isn't here."

"Why would she take it with her?" Ryan asked.

"She wouldn't. She always keeps a spare in case someone else-" I paused, my thoughts thinking of how Sarah liked hiding places. I opened back up the last drawer and started empting its contents.

"What are you doing?"

"Sarah loves hiding things. Her favorite hiding places are always trap doors and hidden panels," I explained as I slid my hand to the back of the drawer's floor, popping open the panel to reveal her spare gun.

"Looks like we have a winner," Ryan announced, "Now what?"

"I go kill Jason once and for all," my voice steady.

"Silver, you can't go at him guns blazing. You don't even know where he is," Ryan tried reasoning with me.

"I'll-"

My response to his worry was cut off by the familiar chimes of the morning announcement tone.

"Good morning little sister," Jason's voice rang off the speaker, "Miss me?"

I looked over at Ryan, "I think I found him."

"I have something I want you to hear. Bring him in boys," I could hear muffled sounds of a scuffle and someone trying to resist.

"Get off me!" he yelled.

"That's Josh," Ryan identified.

"Now, your little fried Josh here killed Richard Wayne. Now I know what you're thinking. How could one of my friends kill someone? Well, I just want to give you a news flash here Silver, you're not exactly in a town full of saints. Josh saw in opening to escape the school and he tried to take it," he ranted, "Now usually I would applaud such a murder; however, Mr. Wayne was helping me to kill you. He was my, you can say friend."

"What is he going to do, Silver?"

I just shook my head as I continued to stare at the speaker, awaiting for Jason to make his move.

"Your friend killed mine. I guess we're even now."

"No!" the words didn't register as the shot sounded through the room. I stood in shock as another death was placed on my hands. Josh was innocent.

"Well that was anti climatic," he laughed, "Well now to the point."

I stood as tears stained my eyes. My hands covered my mouth from the wanted scream I was trying to suppress. He killed one of my friends because of me. Josh is dead.

"Now I want you to remember, Silver. Remember our past. Remember all those close times we shared. The maiming, the torture, the pure one on one family time we shared," Jason said as his voice echoed through the hallowed halls, "Think back, Silver. Think back."

As his words reached my mind, I did exactly that...

...Days past as I wallowed strapped to the autopsy table. At least, I think it was days. There was no sunshine or clock to be sure the amount of time I was trapped underground.

The small light above my head swung back and forth throughout the time. The light enveloped me and swung back out, catching the horrible display of decaying flesh. Her body was still there, her pasty skin slowly sulking into the jutting bones.

Jason hasn't come back since slicing up her body. The footsteps from the first floor ricocheted around the cement room. He was pacing again.

I could hear mumbled words through the wooden floorboards of the ceiling, yet nothing was coherent enough to understand.

After another few hours- I can only assume- the pacing stops as the screen door is pulled open and closed once more. Two sets of footsteps are easily distinguishable from each other. Someone else is in the house as well.

Jason is talking to them and they say something back. I can't make out the conversation, but it doesn't matter. After a few minutes, the other person starts to walk away and I take my chance at being discovered.

"HELP! Please! I'm down here!" I screamed with all the power I had left in my body, "Please, if you can hear me, help! HELP!" I continue screaming at the top of my lungs, just trying to be discovered.

The voices stopped as they heard my wailing calls. The basement door slammed open and someone pounded down the stairs.

"Please help!" I called out to them.

"Tsk, tsk," Jason reprimanded, "Calling for help isn't going to help you little sister."

His smirk grew on his face as he hovered over my strapped down form. I thrashed around, trying to free myself. All I wanted was to hurt him the way he was hurting me. I screamed and pushed against the restraints, but to no avail. I was still tied down and Jason just stood over my with a smile plastered on his face.

"Since you seem to like to scream, let's see how long I can keep you screaming for."

The knife he had in his palm slowly started to cut into my forearm. He digged deeper every time I held back my shrieks. He continued every few inches up my arm, and then on to other limbs.

For hours my only thought was to die, sadly I was not so lucky. The torture had only begun...

"Are you looking back?" he asks, pausing for a second, "No need to give an answer. I already know."

I tried pushing my screaming memories out of my mind, but the pain kept bubbling to the surface.

"I think I have something to keep your mind off of it though," Jason taunted over the PA, "I have another friend I want you to talk to. I've just recently met them, but I'm sure you're dying to be reacquainted. Don't be shy. Say hello."

"Silver," my mind stopped the second I heard his voice. Dylan.

"Yes, little sis. I have your boy toy. I say we make a trade," his voice slithered through the halls, "You for him."

I paused at his proposition.

"He would never risk leverage to get to you. He is running out of time, and he knows it," Ryan reasoned with me, "You can't do it."

The second Dylan spoke, Jason knew I would make a deal, "Something isn't right, but it doesn't matter. I won't let him kill any more people."

"So how about it, sis? Ready to make a deal?"