Dane and Melissa were hiding inside one of the bunk cabins, much like the others did earlier. Dane was glancing out the window when he turned back to Melissa who was standing nervously nearby.
"I don't think he saw us come in here," Dane said, in regards to the Grim Reaper that had been chasing them back in the woods.
"How can you be sure?"
"He'd be here by now," Dane said. "I'm sure of it."
"Urg," Melissa moaned. "I probably look like a trainwreck. I'll be right back." Melissa walked out of the main room, into the hall, and then into one of the bedrooms to check herself out in the mirror.
While she was looking at herself in the mirror, squinting her eyes to see herself in the darkness, a bit of red caught her attention from behind her, and she whipped around and screamed. This was the cabin that Ian had been killed in, and his bunk was still covered in his blood.
Dane came running into the room, fists raised, ready for action. "What is it?" he asked as he barged in.
"Nothing," Melissa answered and Dane sighed. "Just I think this is one of the cabins that someone died in, look..." Melissa points and Dane sees the bed. "I don't feel comfortable staying here anymore."
Dane nodded, understanding, but before he could say anything, the front door opened and closed and the two teens looked at each other and exchanged glances.
"Hello?" Dane called out, thinking that maybe it was Mr. Long and the others, but when no answer came, he knew they were stuck in the cabin with the killer.
"There's someone in here..." Melissa whispered.
"I'll go out and see," Dane said.
"No!" Melissa argued in a loud whisper.
"He can't come after both of us," Dane said. "Plus maybe it was just the wind."
"It's not windy..."
But Dane ignored her as he stepped out of the room and made his way down the hall, inch-by-inch, ready to run at any second.
Melissa wanted to glance out the bunk room and look to see if Dane was ok, but she was too scared that Grim Reaper would jump out at her. "Dane?" Melissa whispered loudly from inside the bunk room. "Dane, are you ok?"
Dane didn't answer, but she didn't know if it was because he was dead, or because he just couldn't hear her. She started to move closer to the doorway to try calling again, but a dark shape moved into it, blocking her path. The shape stepped into the room, lit up by the moonlight outside.
As soon as Melissa saw that it was Grim Reaper, she instantly reached for a pair of scissors on the desk right next to her and held them out like a weapon.
"I'm warning you," she warned the killer. Grim Reaper just swung his scythe out and sliced her fist off from her hand, the hand holding the scissors clunked to the floor as Melissa screamed and blood pumped out of her stump. Grim Reaper reached down and picked up the hand that still clutched the scissors and rammed the metal object into Melissa's eyes.
"Melissa! No!" Dane shouted, having popped his head around the corner just in time to see his friend get murdered, the pair of scissors and the severed hand still attached to them, sticking out of her eye sockets as her body fell backwards.
Grim Reaper whipped around, but Dane was already on his way out the main door of the cabin.
***
Jeff and Danielle jogged through the dark camp grounds.
"Where are we going?" Danielle asked.
"My classroom cabin," Jeff replied.
"How far away is it?"
"Just up the path a..." Jeff trailed off as he and Danielle stopped on the spot. Grim Reaper walked toward them out of the darkness.
"****!" Danielle screamed as Jeff gasped.
***
Dane ran into one of the classroom cabins and just as the door opened behind him and Grim Reaper walked in, he ducked down behind the large teacher desk, putting his back up against it, sweat dripping profusely from his head.
Grim Reaper slowly moved his head back and forth, scanning the seemingly-empty classroom. Dane silently started counting in his head, to keep himself somewhat calm. The Grim Reaper would find the room empty and leave any...
Dane's thoughts were interrupted by having the teacher's desk start to tip over on top of him. He made a dash to get out of the way, but was too slow and only managed to get the top half of his body out from behind the teacher's desk as it crashed over and pinned him to the floor.
Dane, in a panic, began to push up to slide out form under the desk, but Grim Reaper put a heavy foot on top of the desk, putting weight on it and keeping Dane trapped. Then he swung his scythe downwards with great force, and the blade crunched right through Dane's spine.
***
"Run!" Jeff shouted and he and Danielle turned and started running back up the trail from the way they had just come. While on the path, they start passing by a couple classroom cabins. A second Grim Reaper walks out from one, blood on his scythe, and blocks their path. Jeff's eyes widen as he looks back, to see one Grim Reaper walking toward them, then back ahead again to see a second blocking their path.
"No!" Jeff gasped. "This isn't possible..."
Once the first Grim Reaper reaches them, both raise their scythes and point them at Jeff and Danielle.
"Walk..." One of the Grim Reapers say in a scratchy and muffled voice. The Reapers, one in front and the other behind, both facing the hostages, lead them down a side-path for a minute until they reach the main two-storied reception cabin.
"Walk inside..." the same Grim Reaper commanded and all four of them entered the building.
The first Grim Reaper flipped on the light switch and Jeff could see the Grim Reapers more clearly now. One suit was partly burnt while the other was just normal grey, with an almost new look to it.
"Who the **** are you?" Danielle shouted.
Jeff looked at the Grim Reaper with the burnt suit and nodded his head in greeting. "Dillon. Long time, no see."
That Grim Reaper turned around to lock the door, then slice the locking mechanism off with his scythe blade so it couldn't be unlocked. Then eh turned back around and removed his head, showing that it is indeed Dillon. "No escaping this time," he growled.
"Who did you manage to talk into this?" Jeff asked, as Danielle never took her eyes off the second killer. "Who did you find that was as
****ed up as you?"
"Later," Dillon said. "Pay back time for that pipe first,"
"Allison did that," Jeff reminded Dillon.
"Oh, and she'll get hers, trust me."
"Why can't you just leave us alone?" tears started coming from Danielle's eyes.
"Because..." Dillon never got to finish, as the second he turned to look at Danielle, she jumped up and kicked him in the head, catching him off guard and knocking him back several feet. Then she punched him in his gut and slammed her fist into hi head, knocking him down.
At that moment, Jeff turned and rammed into the second Grim Reaper, knocking him backwards, crashing hard into the corner of the desk. Jeff punched his face hard, which knocked the hood off, revealing Aaron under it.
"Aaron!" Jeff gasped.
"Mr. Long, hurry up!" Jeff turned and saw Danielle on the staircase, motioning for him to join her. Jeff punched Aaron again and then turned and ran up the creaking stairs with Danielle.
"Find them!" Dillon shouted angrily as he got back to his feet and Aaron moaned, getting to his feet. Neither had seen them go up the stairs, and this cabin was one of the larger ones, with multiple rooms.
Aaron and Dillon moved in opposite directions, looking behind every desk, every couch, every door...looking everywhere they possibly could...on the first floor. "So you want to know why I'm doing this, I suppose!" Aaron shouted out.
"What are you doing!?" Dillon snapped at him. "Just find them! Don't give them your life story!"
"They'll think my guard is down," Aaron explained. "And then jump out to attack, but I'll be waiting."
Dillon just rolled his eyes. "Amateur."
"I'll tell you why!" Aaron shouted out as he returned to going room-to-room, searching everywhere. "My last name isn't Wittcopf, it's Tucker! You killed my sister Jolene, my cousin Steven, and countless other innocents, all so you could do research for your damn book! Unfortunately for you, Dillon survived your massacre."
Aaron walked back out into the main room and glance dup the stairs. After a pause, he started to move up them. "I had been looking for answers about that University massacre for years, but the police wouldn't release any details. That is, until Dillon replied to a post I made on the net about it.
He told me the
true story of what happened."
Just as Aaron neared the top of the stairs, Jeff jumped out from around the corner and rammed right into him with a yell. The two of them tumbled head over heels back down the stairs, coming to a painful stop at the bottom. They both got to their feet around the same time, Aaron retrieving his scythe, which had closed back up. In a split second, he pushed the button to extend the blade back out and swung it, missing Jeff by a mere centimeter. Dillon walked out from around the corner, glanced at the two of them, and then made his way up the stairs.
"What bull**** has Dillon been telling you?" Jeff asked, his eyes following Dillon up the stairs before returning to Aaron. "
He was the one killing everyone! And my book is based off the events from the
first school he trapped me and my friends in! Not the university!"
"Enough of your lies!" Aaron shouted.
"Ok, then answer me this," Jeff argued. "If he was only in it for revenge against me, why did he have all these innocent people murdered too?"
"Oh please, you'll have to try harder then that," Aaron chuckled. "Darrell and Charlene walked in on me and Dillon talking about it all, so naturally they had to be taken care of. Then we went after Ryan next, as he was one of your accomplices, but stupid little Robert got in the way. Then we had to go after Ian cause he saw Dillon, and Katie because she believed Ian, and we were sure the two of them would catch your attention with all their 'Grim Reaper is here!' nonsense. Their deaths ended up being the perfect way to get all the other people out of here. We planned on only destroying your engine so the others could get away, leaving only you here, but I guess Dillon didn't know which car was yours and just went after all of them to be safe. Everyone else was potential witlessness and had to be taken care of accordingly."
"The fact that Dillon trapped all these innocent people here
on purpose didn't throw you off at all?" Jeff asked Aaron.
"Well of course I didn't agree with it, all he had to do was ask me which one was yours, but what was done, was done."
"NOTHING about his story makes any sense!" Jeff shouted.
"I found the damn kid," Dillon said as he walked down the stairs, holding the scythe blade to Danielle's back.
Jeff could see a flicker of doubt flash across Aaron's eyes as he ran through all the events in his head, this time giving Jeff's side of the story some merit.
"Aaron," Jeff said more softly. "Has anything I've done here over the last couple days shout 'serial killer' to you? I've been
protecting everyone! Now, what about Dillon? What does
his actions over the last few days say?"
Dillon and Danielle reached Aaron and Jeff and Aaron glanced at Dillon. "He's making a bit of sense..." Aaron said a bit weakly.
"He's good at playing mind games!" Dillon explained. "Don't fall for them!"
"But why did..."
"Just shut up and kill him!" Dillon shouted, loosing his patience. "I'll take care of the brat."
Dillon started to walk away with Danielle, but stopped on the spot when he heard Aaron say defiantly, "No."
"What?" Dillon growled as he turned his head back around.
"I said no," Aaron stood his ground, turning to stand next to Jeff and facing Dillon.
Dillon sighed, "Fine," and shoved Danielle out of the way and whipping around, slashing his scythe out at Aaron, but Aaron just blocked with his own scythe.
"I can't believe you manipulated me like that!" Aaron shouted as he swung his scythe overtop for Dillon's and slammed the back of it into Dillon's chest, knocking him back a few feet. Dillon raised his and swung it down hard, but Aaron jumped out of the way, only to have Dillon lift it up and swing again, however Aaron managed to block it once more.
"You were so easy," Dillon sneered, and then they entered another mini-duel with the scythes. Blades swung, and some attacks were blocked and others were dodged. Dillon decided he had had enough, and while Aaron currently held Dillon's scythe down by having his on top, Dillon leaned in and punched Aaron in the face.
Aaron flew back off his feet, his scythe leaving his grasp and flying across the room. Before he had a chance to get back up, Dillon raised his scythe in one fluid motion and swung it down, ramming it down through Aaron's chest, pinning him to the floor. Blood spat up out of Aaron's mouth before his head tilted to the side and he died.
Dillon whipped around to take care of Jeff and Danielle, but they were gone. However, he noticed that the door to one of the other rooms was now opened, when he distinctly remembered closing it.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Dillon chanted with a sneer as he approached the opened door.
"Fine," Jeff said as he slid out from the room, picked up Aaron's fallen scythe which had landed hear the area, jumped back to his feet and swung the weapon out, catching Dillon off-guard and sticking the blade deep into Dillon's stomach.
Dillon's eye's widened and blood started to trickle form the edge of his mouth as blood also seeped out around the edge of the scythe blade. "Nothing...I've never...survived...
before..." Dillon said while gurgling on his own blood. He raised his own scythe.
Jeff's eyes widened and he turned to run, but Dillon swung the scythe down, striking Jeff and crumpling him to the floor in a scream of pain. Danielle watched from around the corner, eyes going wide.
Dillon hovered above Jeff, removing the scythe from his chest and allowing the blood to flow freely. Jeff was a bloody heap on the floor, clutching his side in pain, where the scythe had struck him.
A very large sneer crossed Dillon's face as he swung both scythes down on Jeff, ending his life.
"Noooo!" Danielle screamed and jumped out, using her nails to scratch at Dillon's face, which caught him off-guard and caused him to back up and drop one of the scythes. One of Danielle's nails scratched along one of Dillon's eyeball and he screamed, dropping his own scythe and using both hands to shove Danielle back.
She tripped over Jeff's body and fell to the floor, but she scrambled to take the knife from Jeff's pocket that he had grabbed back in the dining hall and leaped back to her feet.
As soon as Dillon pulled his hands away from his eyes, she rammed the knife up, digging into deep into Dillon's neck. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. Both of his hands went up to remove the object from the middle of his neck, blood squirting out from the new wound.
"You'll pay for that, you
****!" he rasped, but Danielle was gone.
Dillon turned around to see if she was behind him, and had turned around just in time to see a scythe blade connecting with his body at the waist and slicing through it as Danielle yelled ferociously.
Dillon's top half fell first, a look of '
oh ****' forever stuck on his face, then a few long seconds after, his legs finally fell too.
"Bastard," Danielle mumbled as she stumbled back and dropped the scythe. After checking to see if Jeff was really dead, she then proceeded to leave the cabin, make her way through the grounds to the parking lot, then up the very long gravel road, to eventually come out onto the highway, where she hoped she could flag someone down to give her a ride into town where she planned on getting the attention of the authorities and getting some people out to the camp to clean up the mess.
But for the time being, she still had a very long walk ahead of her.
THE END