Killing Spree

#3

Chapter 3

As my eyes flutter open, bright rays of light flash back and forth over my face. Sitting up I wince as a throbbing pain racks through my head. Letting out a groan as I try to stand but forgetting that I twisted my ankle I put all my weight on it causing me to fall over. Giving a slight cry I stand up this time avoiding the use of my leg, now fully standing I limp out of the plane to witness people surrounding a fire and eating something that would not consider food in the slightest.

Not knowing what it was I choose to ignore the horrid smell and looked around at the tired disheveled faces,no doubtedly thinking of the fact that there is a killer out here that wants us dead. Running my hands through my matted hair picking out small twigs and leaves along the way. Sighing I begin to walk around the plane aimlessly, trying to think if what the lady said was true. Is there really no way out, or was it her tricking us into thinking that it was impossible so we would be hopeless and stay put?

Either way, I have a feeling that if we do make it out it won't be all of us. And even though I only really know half the people that are here quite frankly I equally want them all to live. Slouching on the ground I sit with my knees tucked tight to my chest and my face buried in my legs. Taking the time to collect my thoughts and calm myself, before my mind implodes.

Minutes later I am still in this position, the silence comforting me. Me enjoying this would of course backfire as someone decides to interrupt me. I lift my head letting my eyes adjust from there current blurry state to notice that it was Daniel that has graced me with his presence. With a wide smile on his face he turns to me

"So how is that ankle of yours?"

"Fine I guess." letting a pause pass I turn to face him "Daniel what do you want?"

He gives me a disappointed look as I ask the question, but at the moment my head is too full of other thought to worry about his feelings at the moment. He turns back to face the open forest around us taking in a deep breath

"It just seems that you're the one that is taking this situation the hardest. And I'm just worried."

I shake my head, I really hate to be rude to him considering how nice he is being right now but it is so hard not to when you can barely even focus on your own feelings, nor control them for that matter. Laying my head on his shoulder I give a huff

"Well it would seem that way, as to the fact that I am the only one that passed out."

"But the thing is, it's the fact that I used to find this stuff funny. That an assassin/killer finding a bunch of people killing them one by one. The idea of torture and weapons exciting me. And as of now it's as if I wish none of it existed." Closing my eyes letting a chuckle slip past my lips "Even making me hate my job."

With a cheerful tone Daniel questions "What's your job? I mean it can't relate to this much can it?"

Peaking one of my eyes open I look into his blue ones and laugh "Well yeah, I am currently a weapons engineer. Creating the best toys for the force."

His eyes growing wide he just looks down at me "You weren't expecting a girl like me that have such a job now were you?"

Nodding his head I just let out another laugh, him soon joining me "No I really wasn't you seem to much like a good girl."

"Everyone says that until they finally either find out my job our come to realize the morbid thought that cloud my mind."

Laughing once again soon quieting down. "You know something you're not as bad as I thought."

"That's good to hear, I would hate to have someone who creates weapons for a living hate me."

Shaking my head I lift my head and look out into the forest along with Daniel. For the rest of the day we just sit in silence, maybe cracking a joke here and there but mainly just sitting there enjoying each other's presence. And with luck on my side, the endless thoughts of the situation we are in seeced. Glad that they have left, I keep a smile on my face the rest of the day.

Soon the day becomes night and the chilled air begins to chill me at my bones so I questioned if he wanted to join me in going back to the plain. He agreed, we both stood and walked back to the plain finding that everyone went to sleep without us. Wondering how long they have been asleep, I lay down in a spot where the seats were wrenched off of their hinges and flew closer to the front. Daniel joins me in pulling me closer, my head resting onto his chest. The steady rhythm of heartbeating nulling me asleep.

Later during the night Daniel began to stir so I scoot off of his chest laying back on the floor, hoping I could sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. All I heard the rest of the night was his footsteps leading him outside, once he was outside I fell back asleep.

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Shooting up to a high pitched scream, all of us rush outside and to our surprise we found where the screams had arisen from. Standing over a bloody mangles mess was the lady that we had saw the day before. We all turn to each other, coming to the conclusion that the one that was beneath the woman was Daniel.His ribcage on display, small and large intestines spilled over the ground, his blood coloring the greenery a garnet red.

Staining the killers black suit crimson. As she moves the blood drips from her body, slowly turning around we see the red covering her face as she smiles. Pieces of his flesh hanging from her hair, and parts of it stuck in her yellow and black rotted teeth.

"His blood satisfied my palate, I wonder if all of yours will do the same."

Giving of an evil cackle she struts away with her head high and her blood stained hands set dead at her hips. Nick's anger flaring he runs after the woman in hopes of catching her, but to his surprise she turns with exceptional speed throwing a knife hitting Nick in his upper thigh. Causing him to fall driving the knife deeper through his flesh.

Everyone runs to rescue, except me I walk towards Daniel or at least what is left of him. Falling to my knees I look at his face, seeing if there was any light in them to see if I could get one more glass of his joyful face. But that did is not what I came to look at, all I see is his face twisted in fear the life drained from his face, and his blood that pools inside of his gaped mouth from when he had screamed. Shaking my head the tears flowed down my face, my body shaking, and my hair standing on end it all comes back.

That no matter if we find a way to escape, all of us are not going to make it out.