The Taste of Revenge [End]

[WP] It started as a spur-of-the-moment trip with your friends. Despite your best efforts, you are the only one left alive and the slasher is closing in on your position. While you lament the loss of your friends now that you are alone... Now you can show the slasher what a REAL monster looks like.

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I stared at Suzy's body for a few seconds like I was in a trance. I laughed a bit, then shook my head. It had to be a dream/ It all had to be a bad dream, and any moment from now I would open my eyes and see myself drenched in sweat on my bed. I would breathe a huge sigh of relief. I'd go on Whatsapp and tell them about the crazy dream I had, and we'd all laugh at its ridiculousness.

Yes, that was all this was. A dream. The way her body convulsed right before my eyes had to a dream. The blood seeping out of her headband poling around the dirt floor was a dream. The way the slasher laughed wildly before screaming, "you're next!" had to be a dream. All of this was just one big, surreal, very realistic dream...it was all...

I fell to my knees and ground as I had a mini nervous breakdown. Despite my best efforts, I still ended up playing directly into his ploy, and my friends were dead. What was left for me on earth? Rather than kill him, I just left him with a knife in his shoulder. And now, he managed to kill Suzy. What was the point of going on? Was there really even a reason not to give up now?

I grabbed the knife Suzy was holding and looked at it. One stab into my neck, and I would be gone in a matter of seconds. Would it even matter if I felt any pain? That would only last a matter of seconds. It was just a matter of seconds and I would be free from this wicked world and united with my friends.

And then what would that mean? I would then be a coward? I would let their deaths go to waste, and allow that guy to win? My phone still had some battery left, so I could still go to the road and make that call. But what good would it be? Just a chance for him to escape, that was what I saw it as. And even if he got caught, a court case and sentencing would do nothing to help me.

I stood up, knowing that the only answer available to me was revenge. If I didn't kill that man in the most gruesome way possible and avenge my friends, I would never be able to forgive myself. I would really have to commit suicide, Slowly, I went back to our campsite and got out a few tools. It was going to be one hell of a morning.

My Dad used to do a bit of hunting, so I was well aware when the slasher started following me. Knowing this forest far more than him, I managed to lose him. Using the nearby trees, some line, filed tent pegs, and branches of trees that I had sharpened, I fashioned just traps, all marked out in such a way that only I would notice.

He'd started this game as the predator, but there was a real monster within me; one that had remained docile for many years bit eas about to be released in the most gruesome way ever.

I was quick to notice when next he started following me, and I knew from his movement pattern that this time, he was going in for the kill. As he started closing in, I started running, and as I expected, he chased after me wildly, laughing and boasting of how he was going to take his time and deal with me properly.

As soon as I reached one of the traps, I had deliberately slowed down so he would be very close to me. I was the only one who could see the thin line that was the trigger for the snare since I was the one who set it. While I dodged, he ran right into it, and by the time he noticed what was happening, there was a branch lodged in his thigh.

He groaned while I rushed at him, removing the saw in his hand before stabbing his other shoulder thrice, making sure it was done for. I knew he could not move the other one, so I then sat back and admired my work.

"You...f*cker, I'll kill-"

A punch to the jaw, courtesy of yours truly, silenced his outburst, and then I grinned.

"There will be no killing from you anymore. I'll take my time and torture you now," I said, producing a screwdriver from my pocket and, pinning him to the ground, slowly pushing it into his eyeball, stopping when I touched the back of his orbit.

His screams were music to my ears.

I then grabbed the tent peg in my arms and placed it on his thigh. While he could do nothing but look on, shaking and crying, I grabbed a mallet and drove the beg into his femur, breaking the bone in half.

With that, all mobility was gone.

There was a lot much more I could do to hurt him, but I couldn't;t. I would have to call the police, and if they saw this, there was no way I was going to go freely.

So I slowly drove the knife into his stomach and drew the broadest smile I could.

"I heard this type of death is extremely painful. The intense pain when the hydrochloric acid in your stomach destroys your body's cavities. You deserve it."

I made sure to watch him groan before he lost consciousness due to the shock.

I then dragged myself to the road, where I called emergency services and told them all that had happened.

As I heard the fest sirens, I collapsed out of exhaustion, I did it. We won.

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THE END.

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