The Silenced {Completed}

Chapter-Eight

Chapter-Eight.

Rosy they still on the road, blood poured from her legs and head, the car which hit her kept driving. She twitched in agony as she lay frozen and numb. She stood up, her legs shaking like mad. She let out a loud scream, as she did many birds flew high into the sky. The sun had went down and it was late. Rosy decided the best idea was to follow the road, eventually it would lead to somewhere. Thats what she did. She kept walking until the sun started coming over the mountains ahead. She soon came to a cabin. It was small, smoke came from the tall chimney, which signled living. She walked towards the door. She knocked it a dozen times. No answer.

"Is anyone home! I'm begging, please just answer!" Rosy said bursting into tears.

She leaned hard against the door, causing it to open. She stepped inside the dark living room. Old pictures of young boys all over, She felt a sense of fear. She walked towards the wooden door infront her, hoping to find someone. When she opened it, it was stairs going down. She walked down, Frank and Jessy's cold bodies lay there, as she gasped and went to run up, as she did people walked in to the cabin.

"I think that's them all dead then" One of the voices said

"I think, I haven't heard from him, last I heard was he was taking the van to find one of them" Another voice replied.

Rosy could hear them at the door of the room she was in, she quickly hid under the stairs waiting to be killed.

"Each of the stairs creeked as the man came down. As she watched from underneathe the stairs she could see the outline and shine from a machete. The man flung it on the floor and walked back upstairs, closing the door.

"That's it gone, so we gonna sort the lodge and sell it?" A voice said.

"Well yeah, Just sell it furnished, that means more cash" Another voice added in,

There was only two of them. Rosy could tell.

"May deserved it, she set her friends up to be killed, because of how harsh they were leaving her. While thankgod we got rid of her, she was only paying us £60,000, when we can sell her lodge furnished and get twice as much" A voice said.

Rosy sat still thinking how May could do such a thing. Rosy stood up and walked towards the blooded Machete. She reached for it and walked up the stairs leaning against the door. She knocked it to get their attention.

"What the hell was that" A voice said coming closer and closer to the door.

As he opened it, she sliced the mans head. Then the other man ran towards her. Before she could pull the machete from the body, he kicked her down the stairs. She tumbled. A lay there still ad the bottom of the stairs, a puddle of blood surrounded her.