Another Shot at Forgiveness

Chapter 3

Gore in this chapter!

Matt aimed at the wendigo, and shot the flare gun at it. "Fire hurts them!" Matt yelled, and Mike got up and ran to the guest cabin him and Jessica once were in last year. He saw that Emily, Jessica, and Sam weren't there. "Where are the others?" Matt asked worriedly. "They split off..." Ashley gripped Chris's shirt. "Oh, Chris! Please tell me they're okay! I don't want them to die! PLEASE!" Ashley shook his shirt. Chris put an arm around her to steady her and said, "Don't worry, they'll be fine." I hope, Chris thought. "We HAVE to go after them," Mike said. "I agree with Mike for once. We can't let Em, Jess, or Sam die," Matt stated. The others nodded in response, then looked around the cabin for any needed equipment. A twig crunching outside made Mike grab a pocket knife out of his pocket, and Chris walked over to the door. "You really think THAT is going to hurt anything that's out there and wants us dead?!" Ashley asked desperately, and Matt traded the flare gun with Mike for the pocket knife. Mike aimed at the door, and Chris yanked it open. Standing outside was a tall man. He looked like a jock, basically. He had muscular arms and a scar across his left cheek, and also looked very athletic. Then, another man came out of the trees. This one was skinnier and had glasses, and was every bit a nerd in appearance. "Hi," the taller one said. "Hi," Chris said, looking very uncomfortable. "C-can we come in?" The smaller one of the two asked. "Um, sure. I guess." Mike shrugged and stepped back, letting them walk in. A screech out in the trees and a tall figure running by made him shoot the flare gun at it, then slam the door quickly. "I'm Jake," the taller man said, "I'm eighteen. How old are all of you?" "Twenty," Mike and Chris said in unison. "Nineteen," Ashley said and gestured to herself and Matt. "I'm Jamal, and I'm seventeen," the skinnier of the two replied. The others introduced themselves and they filled Jamal and Jake in on what they were doing, and walked out, abandoning the temporary safety of the guest cabin. They walked along the path until they heard screaming coming from down the path. They ran as fast as they could and stopped at th source of the screaming. Emily, Sam, and Jessica stood huddled against a tree. "Don't. Fucking. Move," Emily warned, but they saw a man step out of the shadows. "Hey, you're the flamethrower dude!" Chris sighed in relief, but the man tightened the grip on his flamethrower and shouted, "JUST GO! THE WENDIGO! IT'S-" A set of ugly fingernails were plunged into him through the back of his neck, then yanked out. The group stared in horror as his head was yanked off his shoulders and thrown onto the ground, and the wendigo tugged his body into the trees, never to be seen again. Emily screamed, but did not move. It was a very gory sight, indeed. When the wendigo was gone, they all took off down the path, eventually getting split up again.

   Emily and Matt walked up to the radio tower nervously. "Hey, is it bad that Mike has the flare gun?" Matt chuckled nervously. "FUCK! Matt, you just fucked us over entirely!" Emily punched him angrily and let out a scream of rage. "Em, listen! I'm sorry, okay? I just realized he had it!" Matt walked around, looking for another tool of defense. Emily fiddled with the radio, then finally got the police on the line. "This is Emily! We're up on the Washingtons' mountain again! We need help! PLEASE! WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Emily started to become extremely panicked, and Matt walked over and put a hand on her shoulder to steady her. "Hello? Can you please repeat tha-" The radio shut off and Emily looked at Matt, terrified. The tower suddenly gave a lurch, then fell into the snow. "MATT! HELP ME!" Emily was screaming and was hanging onto the side of the tower. "Fuck! The mines! Emily, take my hand!" Matt reached out for Emily, but she swayed and fell down farther. "DAMMIT!" Matt jumped to the platform on the other side, but fell. Suddenly, he was grabbed from the back of his shirt and dragged across the ground. He looked up and saw the hooks. This is it, he thought, this is how I'm gonna die. He was thrown, and he let out one last hopeless scream, then the hook was driven into the bottom of his face and came out of his mouth. His mouth filled with blood, and he struggled and tried to pull the hook out, but it was hopeless. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his hands fell to his sides. Matt hung there on the hook, now nothing but a soon-to-be decomposing corpse.