Murderville - Audrey Jensen

Chapter 27 - Drowning

(Warnings : very dramatic, blood, character death

Word Count : 2551

Song : To Be Alone With You, Sufjan Stevens)

Vicki could feel something cold creeping up her legs. It was the first thing she was able to comprehend as the chloroform wore off. She could feel icy pricks against her skin, creeping up her exposed flesh and biting at her. Her whole body seemed to be rocking, bobbing almost. She tried to focus her eyes, but all she could see was black.

She tried to move but the ground shifted underneath her, making the girl freeze and gasp. It all seemed to click.

It was dark because she was outside.

The ground was moving because it wasn't ground at all. It was a large wooden structure.

The cold feeling was water.

The killer had left her, stranded, in the middle of Wren Lake.

"Hello..." she croaked weakly, carefully moving her hair away from her face as her eyes adjusted to the inky darkness "Hello!"

She tried to move so she was more aboard the wood, when she felt a heavy pull on her leg. Reaching down, she clasped at her ankle, meeting metal.

A weight.

If I move too much I'll sink myself.

If I don't move I'll die out here.

She gulped, finally finding a source of light - the dock illuminated in the darkness. If she could somehow drift over there, without dropping in the water she had a chance.

She narrowed her eyes, spotting someone alone on the dock. She could only just make out figure, sitting by themselves, very still.

Even better, unless it's the killer.

"Hey!" she screamed, trying to get their attention "Please help me! Please!"

She say the person try to turn to see her, but they couldn't. They were tied up. Just like her.

With her frantic movements she seemed to be pushing herself more out to the centre of the lake, and away from the dock.

Great.

Just...great.

***

Noah walked out of the backdoor to Brooke's house, holding a crowbar close to his chest as some cheesy Bubblegum pop played eerily in the background.

He walked towards the seconds door, glancing out and checking it was safe.

Now or never.

He unlocked the door and slipped outside, passing by the fire that was still roaring with life. He kicked something, making himself shudder. Cups, beer bottles and Halloween props lay strewn around everywhere, clearly dropped in a hurry. The place was deserted, not a sign of life in sight.