Piney Pointe [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 10

July 15, 2011, 8:00 am 

George's POV

I wake up with a start, surprised I'm still alive. I'm still tied to the pole, but Zack's body is gone. The son of a bitch that tortured him probably made it so his body would never be found. A sob forces it's way out of my throat as I think of him. 

Why did it have to be him? 

Suddenly, the door bangs open, and Nick and Sebastien walk in. Not far behind him is... 

Zack? 

He looks sad, but I don't know why. I mean, he's alive and walking, for fuck's sake! Wait a minute. His injuries were severe. 

How did they scab over so quickly, and how is he walking? And why is he with them?  

Nick pushes him forward, and his entire persona changes. 

"Z-Zack? B-but I saw you die! What the fuck is going on?" I ask, but I get no answer. 

He walks over to me, an evil smirk on his face. 

This is not the Zack I knew.

His scars and missing eye make him seem a lot scarier. He pulls out a knife, and I struggle in the ropes, trying to get away. I am sure that this new Zack would have no qualms about killing me.

He raises his blade, and I clench my eyes shut, sure this is the end. But when the knife swings down, it's not my flesh it cuts, it's the rope securing me to the pole.

My eyes snap open, and I am in shock. Before I can say anything, Zack jerks me up and pushes me out the door, Nick and Sebastien close behind.

When we reach the first floor, I make a break for it. I run for the stairs, desperate to escape. My foot hits the first step of the grand staircase, but before I can go any farther, something shoves me. I tumble to the ground and groan. A few seconds later when the haze lifts, I see Frank standing over me, an evil smile on his face. 

"It's so cute to watch you try to escape me!" He shouts gleefully. 

Before I can say anything else, he hauls me up and punches me in the face, hard. The blow knocks me out.

9:00 am

My eyes snap open, and I look around frantically. I'm outside, in the middle of the courtyard. I look down and realize I'm tied to another pole. Except, this time, the pole is in the middle of a bonfire pit. 

Oh shit. 

I'm not even on the ground. I'm tied to a platform six feet in the air.

"Hello, Ray!" Zack shouts from below me. "How was your nap?" 

"Fuck you!" I shout at him.

Just then, I notice the can of gasoline in his hand. Zack looks back at Nick, who is apparently supervising my death. He nods at Zack, giving him the go ahead.

Zack walks closer to the fire pit and starts tossing gasoline on the wood and me. 

"Zack, what are you doing?! Stop!" I yell, hyperventilating. 

"Well, you see, I've grown tired of you, so now you get to go away!" Zack shouts gleefully. 

"But, Zack, we're best friends! You don't wanna kill me, do you?" I yell back, pleading for my life.

Zack lights a match, and as he tosses it on the wood below me, he says, "Bye, bye, Fro Fro!"