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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