Manhunt

9. Confession

Dan's POV
          "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" an ear piercing cry screamed from outside.

"Wha...what was that?" Sapphire looked out the window worriedly. "It sounded like Kyle," she whispered, her back facing us. "It came from the bathrooms..."

     "I'll go have a look," Carter stood up from one of the armchairs.

     "I'm coming with you then," I walked to the door, with no hesitation of opening it. "It's not safe to go outside alone," the obvious warning escaped from my lips.

     "Fine, let's just go already."

     Carter and I carefully left the lodge house, telling Will to lock the door so that Jason couldn't get in right away in case something happened. In the worst case scenario, the Californian and I would have to climb in through a window, or sneak in through the back door, which I hoped wasn't locked. 'I hope Kyle's okay...Woody's death is already enough for me to handle, I don't want another death to weigh on my shoulders.' Each nervous step towards the public bathrooms grew more with tension, the dirt and dead leaves quietly crackled under our shoes; that was how quiet it was, enough that one could hear a twig snap from a mile away.

     'Aww, shit. Should've taken a weapon with us,' I slapped my forehead without Carter noticing, but it was a stupid mistake to be honest, and if Jason found us, the only thing we could do was run, which I totally sucked at. But unlike me, the American man wasn't scared of a thing, and he took the lead, walking towards the bathroom with less anxiety and more ease. The only thing I could do was throw these firecrackers, that I had found in the grand lodge house's bathroom, at Jason to buy us time to either attack him, which would be the most retarded choice, or run back to the house and leave Kyle for dead, wherever he was hiding.

     "Dan, pass the firecrackers," Carter held his hand out behind him, and I dropped the red explosives into his palm.

     He gave me the signal to be quiet as his legs inched him closer to the open entry way. I, being a coward, stayed back a good distance, cautious of what, or who, was in the bathroom. If it was Kyle, then great, but if it was a dead body or Jason, Will and Sapphire could expect a girlish scream from me. So, step by step, Carter peeked inside the bathroom, standing there for about a few seconds, before mouthing to me "it's safe to go". 'The fact that he didn't grimace means that nothing bad was inside, right? Or was just his manly personality hiding away the fear of telling me the truth?'

     My mouth dropped open, and the tears tumbled out with relief. Kyle was indeed alive and well, and he was sat on the dusty floor, knees tucked into his chest. He had definitely been disturbed by something, something way worse that near death. And I was right. In the stall behind the keyboardist, Angela was lying there lifeless, arms torn out of her sockets, and other body parts bent in ways that living humans couldn't bend. That was body number four as far as I knew, or five? I'd have to ask Kyle whether anyone else other than Woody was killed, but for now, our only goal was to try and calm down the terrified kitten.

     "Ky! Talk to me!" I fell to my knees, going in for a comforting hug.

     "S-she's the f-fifth one..." he mumbled. 'Okay, well that confirms it.'

     "Dude, it's gonna be fine," I hugged Kyle tighter. "We'll get out of here."

     "Dead or alive?" he looked at me with his glossy eyes.

     "Wha- dude, of course we'll get out of here alive!" I said, my voice breaking in between. 'What the hell am I even talking about? Of course some of us won't make it out alive!'