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Some things in life were just meant to be. It might not be fair, but that’s the way it was; It had to be done. Rory rigidly sat in a tree, looking down at the cabin where a group of college kids had just arrived for a weekend of fun. Oh,it would be fun; his mind raced with excitement, his pulse quickening with each passing minute; just not for them. To the ruthless man, it was a game. A game that never failed to send shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He had the perfect plan, and it was about to begin.

Riley looked at the cabin with content, excited to be spending a weekend with the best people she had ever known. She wouldn’t trade them for the world; she couldn’t ask for better friends. This was going to be a fun weekend; no homework, no school drama, no annoying professors. Just fun, relaxation and good people. Sighing happily, she picked her book bag and laptop bag up off the ground and looked over her shoulder. Her best friend, John, was still sitting in the driver’s seat of the car. She cast him a worried glance. Ever since John had lost his little sister to suicide, he had slipped further and further into a downward spiral. She hoped this would help him come back to life a bit.

“Hey, are you okay?” John’s face was pale, and he was sweating. His eyes held a far away look; one that frightened Riley more than anything she had ever experienced.

“Im fine. Just….spaced out, sorry. ” John knew something was off about this place, but he wasn’t sure what it was; yet. He hoped he wouldn’t have to find out.

Rory worked best with a plan. He was a genius, but as with all humans, he sometimes made mistakes. He could not allow that to happen this time; there was too much at stake. It had been two years since he went off the radar….two years too long, if you asked him.  He needed to get back into the game. His blood tingled with excitement at the thought of what he would do to those college do-gooders. They had already lost so much, but it was just the beginning. They would soon find out just how cruel and unfair life really was. They were the enemy, and they had to be eliminated. First, though, he must get them to tell him what they knew…..no matter what it took.

John and Riley looked around the cabin, half in awe, half filled with excitement. From the outside, it didn’t look anywhere near this size. The walls of the main room were wood-paneled, the floor was also wood, with several native american looking rugs covering it. In one corner, there was a bookshelf stocked full of various genre’s of literature, and in the opposite corner was a gorgeous oak desk with a matching chair. Most surprisingly, a new looking laptop sat on the desk, open and running. There was a sign above it that read “for guest use, don’t abuse it”. Off of the main room there were two other bedrooms, a large kitchen and a medium-sized bathroom.

“This is peaceful. It’s going to be an amazing weekend”. Riley smiled and embraced John in a huge bear-like hug.

Meanwhile, Adrianna and Phillip were still at the car, getting their stuff out of the trunk.

“It’s so pretty out here, isn’t it?” Phillip was taking in his surroundings, in awe of the peacefulness and beauty that the city didn’t own.

“Yeah it is,” Adrianna muttered unconvincingly. She had a bad feeling about this place, like john, but she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was or why. She hoped she was just being paranoid; they needed this weekend to be fun and carefree.

The rain began to fall, and John, Dri and Phillip were all sitting in the main room, watching a movie together. Riley was asleep; she hadn’t been feeling well. Stress, they all thought. It was nearly eight o’clock, and darkness crept in like a lion stalking its prey.  As the three friends were trying to figure out what to do for the evening, Riley padded into the room, looking scared and sick at the same time.

“Guys, there’s someone outside, lurking around”. Her face was pale, and her breath was beginning to hitch, as if she were going to break down at any given time.

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7 Comments

  1. How long do you intend this piece to be?

    • I was originally trying for a novel of about fifty thousand words, but I’m having trouble coming up with interesting content, so I’m not exactly sure how it’s going to work out.

        • Sandra
        • Posted April 1, 2012 at 4:12 pm
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        Understood. I was just checking in on scope to get a sense of it. Thanks!

  2. I’m hoping that I can do more with it and not have it get boring. That’s my biggest problem I think.

  3. Great story! I’m going to press this, if you’re okay with that. Is there a name I can credit besides atwistedwriter?

  4. Or reblog!

  5. thank you. You can press this, or reblog it, but I would appreciate the right credit given, I’ve allowed people to do this and not been credited for it, so I just like to make sure. You can either use my screen name, or my real name, which is leyla.


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