Manhunt
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 2h 29m
  • Reads 315
  • Votes 18
  • Parts 19
  • Time 2h 29m
Complete, First published Jun 16, 2017
Mature
(Inspired by the Friday the 13th video game.) Bastille is camping out with their friends at a campground, in celebration of Dan's birthday. Supposedly haunted by a man who was neglected by camp counselors as a child, the group has no idea of the killings that have happened in 1979. On the night of Dan's birthday, one of the band's close friends is slaughtered before everyone's eyes, and a man with a mask emerges from the woods, scaring Bastille and their friends off. The killer is Jason Voorhees, who seeks revenge on campers and counsellors. Can Bastille escape the campground before he gets to them and the others?

WARNING- THIS BOOK MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME READERS. (PG 13)

COMPLETION DATE: SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2017
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'Lily?' He said quietly. I didn't respond. I hoped he thought I was sleeping. Even though I doubted I'd be getting much sleep. I had far too much on my mind to switch off. I was finding it so hard to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing when I was so consumed with guilt. Every time he looked at me with those kind blue eyes, all I could think about was how much I must've hurt him. I had walked away without ever looking back, no explanation, nothing but a sorry note. How he could cope without wanting to kill me I'd never know. I guessed the kindest thing I could do was at least stop ignoring him and stop treating him like he'd done something wrong. 'Yeah?' I eventually replied. 'I...' He began. But a long silence hung in the air, as though he was thinking what to say next. 'Good night.' He said with a sigh. Whatever it was he was going to say, I doubted it had been just 'goodnight'. That had been my queue to speak up. But I couldn't. I was still too ashamed of what I'd done to face it.