All Things Gone Wrong

CHAOS II

Chris' pov....

fear coursed through my body at the sight of Don holding that machete. I had always been a fan of horror movies you know, those ones were a psycho killer locks everyone in the house and murders them one by one in the basement. But i never planned on starring in one myself. at least the ones in those movies were staged and scripted and no one ever really died.

Leaving the others behind, i raced out of the toddler's room scared out of my mind. I sure as hell thought i would pee my pant. Running into another open room, i locked the door in a haste and ran into an open closet closing it as quietly as possible.

Gripping the closet door really hard as my hand turned white, pretty sure i had stopped the flow of blood to my palm. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as i tried to hold in the urine that had filled my bladder. Not being able to hold the pee in any longer, i unzipped my pants and hurried towards the bathroom releasing all the liquids i held in finally finding temporary peace which didn't last long as i heard the door creak open . I hid behind the washbasin holding my breath as i saw the feet of a man approach the place where i had stayed motionless.

"i know you're here I can smell your cologne" Don said in a harsh whisper. Moving from behind the washbasin seemed like a good idea in my head, not until my hand knocked over those dumb liquid soaps and shampoo containers revealing my hiding spot "bloody millers!!" i said cursing under my breath.

"found you!!" Don said as he dragged me by the collar of my shirt, "thought you could hide from old Donnie didn't you?, so tell me pretty boy, how would you like to die?, knife,machete or chainsaw??" he said as he pulled me out of the bathroom down the staircase into a very dark room i assumed to be the basement.

"rise and shine blondie....i have someone here that you may recognize from your little survival group" Don said as he turned on the lights revealing a stuffy basement with empty boxes scattered on the floor, a working desk and his murder tools at the end of the room against the wall. The color drained from my face as my eyes landed on Lexi. She looked nothing like her former self. her clothes were torn and ripped at different places, her nose and mouth were bleeding and her hands had been tied above her head.

"now the fun can begin" Don said as he walked towards the working desk grabbing the butcher knife off the desk strolling casually towards me leaving me sore from closing my hands super tight, nails digging into my palm until i felt my own blood. this whole time it felt like a bad dream but right now this was as real as it gets, i was gonna die for real.

Lexi's pov...

I watched with horror as Don walked slowly towards Chris....and i couldn't do anything to rid Chris from his  unavoidable gruesome death. I could tell he was scared out of his mind as his whole body vibrated out of fear.......Don picked up the foot of a broken wooden table swinging it wickedly as he made his way towards Chris. with just one swing, Don knocked Chris out.....but that didn't stop or deter him as he kept smacking Chris repeatedly, covering the wooden table foot with blood. I screamed as Don proceeded to butchering Chris open with his knife. stabbing him nonstop, Chris' blood splattered on the wall as his intestines lay on the floor causing bile to rise in my throat and swallowing it back down was not something i planned on doing so i let it all out emptying my stomach and falling back down as my head once again felt woozy and i'm once again enveloped by thick darkness as Don left the room and turned off the light