Chapter 14
Tommy
“Where could she have gone then?” Tini screeches at me. She’s pissed, of course she is. We were supposed to have that Indy girl already tied up and waiting for The Doctor. Now we can’t even find her ass.
“I don’t fucking know!” I say back, not letting her have this one. “You were supposed to be the one to bring her here.” I grind my teeth together, annoyed at her taking her anger out on me.
I glance around, the scene before us looking like a witch's offering. Candles sit there, cold and unused, waiting to be lit. In the center is a single chair. Ropes lay on the ground around it, ropes that were supposed to be holding her down. Keeping her here.
“This has turned into a fucking shitshow,” she mutters to herself. “Can’t we just find another girl?” She looks up at me, eyes wide. I shake my head.
“No, that’s not how it works. It has to be the one he’s already marked,” I sigh, losing hope. It’s already night three, and we haven’t even done what we came here for. Fucking ridiculous.
My fingers curl at my sides, fists shaking. “Fuck this,” I mutter, so low I’m not even sure the wind heard it.
The flashbacks keep coming, images of bloody bodies falling around me, and I’m taken right back to that night. Exactly one year ago.
“Tommy!” She mutters as she takes her last breath. The Doctor stands behind her, a vile sticking out from her throat, and a trail of blood flows from her mouth. She’s gurgling, the deep red liquid choking her.
“Becca, wh-what?” A tear falls from the corner of my eye. I’m so fucked up on acid, I don’t even know what’s real right now. There’s no fucking way this is real. Right?
I choke on a sob as my breathing becomes heavy, the world around me melting into a fucked up macabre of blood and music.
I rush toward the masked man. But, he’s so much quicker. Before I reach him, I feel his body behind me, arms wrapping around my chest like some fucked up hug. Becca’s dead body lies in front of me. A lifeless form where so much love and laughter used to bleed from.
My girl. He took my fucking girl.
I reach for her, trying anything to escape his hold.
It’s useless. I can feel my energy dropping, my will to live leaving me.
My princess, my love. I feel something sharp hit my neck, like a thousand tiny needles digging their way into me.
I sob harder, unable to even react in a way that makes sense. Then I hear it.
She was infected.
A voice fills my brain, low and hungry, like the voice you would hear on the other end of a phone call during a horror movie.
“So you fucking kill her!” I whisper-yell, the anger rushing through me in waves. And then I hear him chuckle.
That was the night my whole world shifted; everything I thought I knew did a complete one-eighty. He told me he could ‘make it better’. Said that if I came back this year and took care of the next infected, I could see her again.
“Are you going to say anything, or just stand there like a jackass?” Tini’s whiny voice brings me back to the present. “At this rate, you’re never gonna see Be–”
I fly at her, any logical thoughts I had? Gone. Replaced with nothing but pure, unadulterated hate.
Fuck Hallow Lands.
Fuck Tini.
And fuck the fucking Doctor.
I tackle her small body to the ground without an ounce of hesitation. This chick has been nothing but a thorn in my side since I lost Becca.
Everything is always about her… her best friend… her sadness…her anger. Now, she’s going to realize it was always about my Becca.
I’m on top of her within seconds, my hand gripping her throat. She’s gagging, I’m assuming from the lack of oxygen, but I like her like that. Quiet for fucking once.
I rise to my feet, pulling her up by the throat, pushing her ass on the chair, so hard that it nearly topples over.
Holding her there, I start wrapping the ropes around her body.
Her skin reddens, the polyester causing a reaction on her skin immediately.
But I don’t loosen them. I pull them tighter.
“You wanted a fucking offering,” I scream into the darkness. We’re a few hundred feet into the woods, past the edge of the festival, but I know he can hear me. He always hears me.
I finish tying off the last rope. Tini is screaming, hoping someone will hear her over the sounds of bass seeping through the forest. Something about me being a ‘traitor’ and that ‘I’m going to die because of this’.
Yap, yap, yap. I swear that’s all this chick can do; a true yapper, level five thousand.
I snicker to myself at the inside joke. “Aweee, you poor thing. Not so tough now, are you?” I circle her like a vulture, pulling a switchblade from my back pocket.
“You’re going to be the perfect replacement for Becca,” I whisper into her ear. “You’re going to sit here like a good little offering, and we’re going to wait for The Doctor. Together.”
“Fuck you!” She spits. “You’re no better than that bitch-ass wannabe doctor.” My control snaps one last time.
I bend over her from behind and take her throat in my palm, squeezing. “Funny thing about this whole thing…” I trail off, smiling to myself like a madman. “He never said the offering had to be a warm body.”
“No, Tom-” Her cries are cut short as I slide the knife into her throat, right under my hand. It slices through her skin like butter, blood flowing down her front like a grisly, macabre-as-fuck waterfall. Her pleas become gurgles, quickly fading into silence.
I hear a small gasp and look up. Standing in front of me is the devil himself. A body stands close to him, barely clothed and oh so fucking recognizable.
“Indy,” I drawl, eyes growing dark. “Looks like you made it just in time for the drop.”
And that’s when I rush her, knife pointed in front of me, ready for the kill.