Redwood || AHS: 1984

CHAPTER SIX: EPISODE 100

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1989

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Summers have come and gone within Camp Redwood. The more time that passes, the more Xavier and Montana insist on wreaking havoc within the camp boundaries. They have become quite the killer couple, slaughtering everything with a heartbeat that dares to enter. Less and less tourists have shown up over the years, but they make sure to leave their mark by littering the cabins with graffiti. The brush has taken over most of the paths by now since no one has the burning desire to keep the camp in shape. It is beginning to wither away like the rest of us who live the same life over and over again everyday. We begin our mornings with a walk around the camp in search of any lifeless bodies Xavier and Montana have left behind. In the afternoons, we discuss how to break this blood curse forced upon us. In the evenings, we keep to ourselves by having our own bonfires near the former boys cabin. On occasion, Sloane and Chet will join us as Xavier and Montana become too unbearable, even for them. The boundaries Xavier established have since been a thing of the past when everyone disobeyed his rule. He wasn't happy about it, but what did he expect? Just because Montana, him, and I aren't friends anymore didn't mean everyone else wanted to shut each other out. As for the 1970s counselors, I have grown quite fond of them. They share resentment for the vile things the blondes commit, and they offer good conversation to help pass the time. It's not like time matters to any of us anymore anyways as nothing changes within our dynamic.

Today is not any different from those in the past. Eddie, Helen, Midge and I saunter through the woods laughing at each others jokes as the morning sun begins to emit its summer heat. I shift the strap of my yellow bikini top to rest more comfortably against my collarbone while Eddie throws his arms around Helen and Midge. The boathouse near the dock comes into full view as our shoes begin to kick the gravel beneath us. My smile falters as my hazel eyes fall on to a certain blonde approaching a redheaded tourist with a camera. The others notice my sudden change of mood and follow my line of gaze. Montana brings her fingers inside a small bag the man has tight against his waist. I break out into a sprint in attempts to reach her in time to stop her from doing something rash. She pulls out a knife and sticks it into his lower stomach.

"Montana, no!" My voice screams out hoarsely as I race down the stairs with the three old counselors following close behind me.

Her brown eyes meet mine for a brief second. She licks her lips wickedly and stabs him twice: once in each shoulder. The redheaded tourist falls to the wooden dock with a loud thud while blood pools out of him like a fountain. I clench my fists in rage turning my knuckles white.

"So gauche." Midge utters with distaste as she stares down at the now dead tourist.

"Aren't you bored of this by now?" Helen's eyes are on the blonde with judgement in them.

Eddie now speaks his mind with a scowl on his face. "Seriously. I haven't wanted to so much as touch a living person since 1972."

My fists remain clenched now accompanied by the clenching of my jaw. Her smug smile makes me wish I could manifest daggers from my eyes and throw them at her with my gaze. Her and Xavier always take the do whatever the fuck you want mantra too closely to their cold rotten hearts.

"Ugh." The other blonde makes his presence known as he walks down the stairs with a roll of his blue eyes. "Get bent old-timers. Stop raining on our blood parade."

He walks right past me as if I were invisible. I am now the one to roll their eyes as I expect nothing less from him. The feud between us has only gotten worse, and it has resorted to him ignoring my presence and me resisting the urge to stick a knife in his broad chest.