By the time the car rolled to a stop, the two younger siblings had fallen asleep, leaning on each other, which obviously resulted in probable blackmail pictures, and definitely much teasing to come.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes after being awaken, she looked outside to see the car stopped in a gravel driveway, with a narrow stone path leading to the door of a log cabin. Surrounding the cabin were many trees, leading to her assumption they’re somewhere in the forest, maybe even the mountains.
“Where are we?” a very groggy voice yawned on her right.
“Here,” Max cheekily responded.
“Nooo, really?” he held a sarcastic tone to his voice, creating a ghost of a smile on Willows face, someone like her, she thought.
“Nath,” Tom stretched his name shortly, with authority and warning clear in his voice.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“Okay, well, enough of being in the car, let’s throw our stuff inside, chose rooms, then go and grab a bite to eat,” Kaliah, the blonde, planned, clapping her hands together at the end.
Following her wish, Willow carefully inspected each, reading them, analyzing them, and trying to piece things together like an unsolved puzzle with some of the middle pieces missing.
From her observations, Max looked to be the oldest, but it could easily be Tom. Of the seven, it was obvious she and Nathan were the youngest, probably the same age. Looking past age though, Max looked to be the smartest, the way he presented himself, very efficient, very observant, as if he were a bird, searching for vulnerable prey to attack, but not simply attack, plan the attack. Tom looked like he would be the murderer in that plan, the hunter to bring back whatever he could. Chrisinda, Max’s girlfriend, seemed to be the one who would find the threat, or chose the position their prey held in society to aim for, as Max would plan how to get it. Lexi, Jay’s girlfriend, would be the cheerleader, cheering them and encouraging them to go forth with the plan, or be the one to hold a sacrificial ritual with the prey. The look in Kaliah’s eyes told Willow that she was the leader of the pack, the one to train and help the rest, whilst Jay would be the one to trick their prey into falling into the trap. Then there was Nathan. Squinting her eyes a bit to read his distracted green blue eyes, much like her own, all she was able to extract was he would be the one to cover up any rumors, tell people it couldn’t be them…but with him, she wasn’t sure. He seemed a bit different from the others, like, he was cast under a spell that he wanted to escape, however, that could very well just be the fictional part of her taking over her mind, all of it could be.
“I’ve got to stop watching The Mentalist,” she thought to herself, assuming she really was just over exaggerating.
Sighing, she as well, grabbed her things and headed up to the spoopy looking house. It may as well have been a murder house, where maybe the person who used to live there took people too, and tortured, raped, and murdered them-she shivered at that thought, and chose to push it away. It’s only for a few days at least, she could block out her mind for that long, couldn’t she?
As soon as she walked in through the door, she was greeted by the front room, a closet door directly to her left, and on the right, an open room. Against the wall farthest to the right, was a stone fireplace, a small wooden coffee table in front of it, surrounded by three red, green, and white colored plaid couches. Directly in front of the entrance door was a wooden staircase that most likely led to the rooms. Connected to the open living room was a kitchen, but she just glanced at it, before being told to take her things upstairs.
