The Last Survivor

Chapter 6

Third person POV

"Did you find Patrick?" Pete asked Brendon as he got back to the camp. He planted the machete into a log of wood that doubled as a bench and turned his back to Pete who was sitting in front of the fire. He knelt in front of his bag and hid the ring.

"Hey!" Pete spoke up.

"What?" Brendon almost shouted as he turned around.

"I said," Pete started, the annoyance in his voice evident, "Did you find Patrick?" He repeated.

"No, I did not find Patrick," Brendon replied, in a mocking tone.

"You said you were going to bring wood too, you didn't," The shortest of the two remarked.

"For fuck's sake, get off of my back, would you? I forgot! Shit happens!" Brendon snapped as he yanked the machete in his hand and started walking away.

Pete's eyes narrowed as he saw red spots on the blade of the machete.

*****

Brendon walked into the forest until he arrived at the place where they had cut a good portion of the trees down. He wedged the machete in a small tree multiple times, getting rid of the branches and then attacking the trunk. The sound of footsteps echoed around him and he stopped what he was doing. "What's that?" He asked.

"It's just me," Anna said from behind him.

"What are you doing here?" He glared at her.

"I just wanted to help," She answered his question, stepping closer to him.

"Then you can leave, I don't need your help," He spat, returning to hack the trunk of the tree with the machete.

She stepped up beside him and looked at his t-shirt. "What's that on your shirt?" She inquired, taking his arm away from the tree and turning him around. Her eyes widened as she saw drops of blood on the fabric of the t-shirt.

"I just hurt myself when I tried to find Patrick, nothing bad," He lied and took his arm out of Anna's grasp.

"So you didn't find him," She stated just above a whisper.

"No," He retorted sternly, raising his voice a little bit before going on to say, "Why do you care so much about this guy anyways? He's not that important."

"Well, he is. If we want to find a way to leave this island, we all have to stick together."

"Didn't you hear Denis? The only person who's gonna leave is the one that finds the ring. And that's not Patrick since I took it from him." He announced. His eyes grew wide as he realized what he just said. "I-I mean," He stammered, trying to redeem himself, "I didn't take it from him. I didn't find the ring, or Patrick."

"That's why you have blood on you, isn't it? You killed him to have that stupid ring." Tears started to form in her eyes.

"I didn't kill him, Anna," He growled through gritted teeth.

"Liar!" She screamed. She turned around and started running toward the camp, calling for Pete and Charles.

Brendon ran after her and pushed her against a tree, putting the blade of the machete against her throat. "Don't you dare tell them. We got to stay together, remember?"

"I don't fucking care. PETE!"

"Shut up!" He ordered. He took her jaw in his hand and slammed her head against the tree multiple times. Blood started dripping down her neck. He relinquished his hold on her, her unconscious body falling to the ground. "Sorry, I don't want to get killed," He apologized before swinging the machete into her chest.

*****

"Did you hear that? I think it was Anna," Charles said as he walked up to Pete who was kneeling in front of Brendon's bag, "What are you doing?" He questioned, confused.

"Brendon put something in his bag." Pete searched through the bag and found the ring Brendon hid. "Aha! I knew it. He found the ring." He looked at it. "Wait, there's blood on it."

"Patrick's?" Charles inquired.

"I think," He murmured.

"PETE!" Anna's voice echoed through the woods.

"Come with me," Pete remarked, he and Charles starting to run toward the voice.

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"You killed Patrick!" Pete exclaimed, still breathless from running as he arrived where Brendon was, still looking down at Anna's body.

He glanced up at him, blood on his hands. "I didn't, but I did kill Anna..."

Pete gazed down and saw the body of the girl he used to be friends with, tears forming in his eyes. "Holy shit, Brendon. You're crazy! Just like Denis."

Charles finally showed up and rested his hands on his knees, looking down at his feet as he steadied his breathing. He looked up just a little bit to see the body and stumbled backward. "Oh my god, no."

"Why would you do that?" Pete asked.

"She wanted to tell you I had the ring. I couldn't risk to get killed."

Pete suddenly ran toward him and tackled him to the ground. He grabbed his throat with one hand, his thumb pressing on it and punched him in the face with the other. "You killed them, you asshole! You killed them!" He yelled, tears streaming down his face.

"Pete, stop!" Charles shouted as he grabbed his friend by the shoulders and tried to get him off of Brendon's now unconscious body. He dragged the crying man a few feet away. Pete sat on the ground, his face covered by his bloody hands, and kept crying. Charles knelt beside Brendon's body and placed two fingers on his neck to feel a pulse, there was none. He walked back to Pete and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, he said he didn't killed Patrick. We can still try to find him."

Pete looked up at Charles, hope in his eyes.