She could only shudder as the psychopath continued to break his way into the room, and Heather knew she needed to act fast. The door was just over there, and while the table might be a small obstacle, it's better do something than be a sitting duck, or so she thought. Taking a deep breath, she had to overcome her lingering fear of the psychopath, and needed to make a run for her survival, fast, before she would meet her end.

"Three, two…" Heather immediately pulled back the curtains as she eyed down at the door, and finished counting down as she made a swift run for survival. The killer was caught off card by her attempts of escape, and raised his machete as she ran to the front door.

She forcefully twisted the doorknob, trying to get it open and immediately unlocked, but it would not budge due to the coffee table blocking it from opening. "Shit!" Heather exclaimed, as she turned back to notice the killer getting alarmingly close, and she knew she wouldn't have enough time to make her escape. "Stay the hell away from me, you monster!"

She exclaimed, taking a few steps back and noticed her hand run across a nearby book on the small bookcase, and started throwing pieces of literature at him as a method of self-defence. One book pierced the machete, which was a frightening sight to her, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her attempts to free herself. "Oh, Heather. Your desperation is delicious."

"No, no!" Heather tried to back away, but found herself tripping back onto the coffee table as she had no other space to free herself. "Now it's my turn," he spoke out despite her tears, and lifted the back of the machete, and slammed the butt against her head.

It only took one hit to knock her out cold, and quite forcefully too. "I have to admit, you've got a lot of fight in you," he mumbled to himself, as he tugged her body by the arm, and after moving the coffee table, dragged her body out of the room, and it could be heard thumping across the stairs while being pulled down it.

"Did you hear that?" Bridgette once again banged her fist forcefully onto the basement door, trying her best to signal for help and make her escape. "I heard Heather, screaming… Oh my God, I hope she's okay out there."

"You've got to be kidding me," Gwen shook her head, sniffling, and ran her hand across her head, traumatized by her information, "Heather, please be alive…"

Duncan wrapped his arms around Gwen, attempting to console her. He looked over to Geoff who was leaning against the concrete walls, and let out a sigh. "As much as I hate to say it, we've got bigger problems we need to focus on. We need to get the hell out of here before we… we end up like them, okay?"

"She's in trouble, Duncan!" Gwen looked up, protesting. "We need to help her."

"We need to live." Duncan coldly replied. "Look, let's just walk through this junkyard and see if we can find another way out of here. If we can survive until dawn, then help will arrive and we can get the fuck out of this mess."

Geoff nodded, standing up. "He's right, dudes. I know how hard this is, but we've got to do what's best for us, y'know? And getting the hell out of here sure is a good idea."

"So, we just keep walking in the dark while that maniac stalks us?" Gwen replied, still feeling guilty about potentially leaving Heather out there to die. "We need to get this door open fast, and go out there and save her!"

"And then what?" Duncan scoffed, folding his arms. "We've seen what that psycho can do. Fuck my ego here, he's way too big for us. Unless we got a freakin' gun or something, we're just sitting ducks out there. And I don't know what could possibly get that door open. He's probably laughing at us on the other side."

He pulled out the torch from his pocket, as Gwen sighed. Bridgette rested her hand on Gwen's shoulder, attempting to give her some reassurance. "Hey, it'll be okay." Bridgette's tone wasn't convincing at all, as she too worried heavily.

"Will it?" Gwen rolled her eyes, wiping away the tears.

Duncan flicked on the flashlight and aimed it down the basement halls, as the three others began to follow his lead. Water dripping and landing into small puddles on the floor and their heavy footsteps echoed through the building, which added to the creepy vibe. Duncan was almost dropping the flashlight due to his trembles.

"You want me to take the lead, dude?" Geoff noticed as Duncan was horrified, but he shook his head, trying to seem calm and collective. "Bro, don't think I'm falling for that."

"I-I'm not scared, it's just… it's just cold in here." Duncan tried defending himself, but Geoff snatched the torch off him anyway, and began to lead the group. "Alright, whatever."

Geoff turned back and extended his arm to Bridgette, pulling her closer. "Stay close, alright?"

"Y-yeah," Bridgette nodded, as she felt the pain from her previous wounds, and walked much closer to Geoff.

Meanwhile, Gwen was still upset with Duncan's decision to leave Heather behind, and continued walking with a frown. Duncan moved closer to her, but she brushed him off. "Gwen, hey, come on, let's talk."

"Talk about what?" Gwen looked back at him. "How we've left Heather to die?"

"Listen, I'm sorry I was so persistent about I'm. I'm scared shitless, alright? I don't want Heather to get hurt, but, I don't want any of us to either, y'know? I handled it poorly, and I'll admit that." Duncan sighed, trying to reassure her.

"Whatever. Now is not the time for this." Gwen brushed her hair back as she looked around the basement. "Let's just… survive, alright?"

Silence once again occured, as they continued walking through the basement, constantly on the look-out for the psychopath, or any way out they could use. Gwen observed the room, and noticed something was odd. "Hey, that wasn't here before..."

"Huh?" Geoff looked around, and noticed a box in the center of the room, with a sign pointing at it. "Dude, what the hell is this?"

"I don't know..." Gwen approached it, until Geoff pushed in front of her.

"I'll check it out." Geoff let out a sigh, as he was left confused as to what it was. There was a hole inside, and he questioned whether or not he should explore it. "Should I stick my hand in it or something?"

"I don't think that's a good idea..." Bridgette called out, thinking it was some form of trap left out for them. "You should just leave it alone... and come back here!"

Duncan shrugged. "I don't know, go for it if you want."

Geoff took a few moments to think about this, but ultimately decided to go through with it, and held out his hand. "Whatever... can't be something too serious, right?" He muttered to himself and stuck his hand inside.

And that was his first mistake. Geoff let out a horrifying scream as the device inside slammed shut, and the box tore apart, revealing that he had gotten his fingers caught inside a bear trap, which cut deep into his pinkie and ring finger on his left hand. He attempted to pull it out, but the pain was unbearable, and the others instantly looked away. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"Oh my god, Geoff!" Bridgette raced over to him, and looked him in the eyes. "Baby, are you okay?"

Geoff sniffled, trying not to cry due to the sheer amount of pain he was experiencing. "I'm... I'm not fine, okay? Fuuuuuck! You gotta' get me out of this thing!"

Bridgette put her hands on the rusty metal bear trap, and tried to wedge it open, but to no avail. "I can't! It's too strong!"

"Here, give me a shot." Duncan walked out, and tried his best to look away from the gore, as Geoff's fingers were dripping in blood, as they were caught in the trap. He rested his hands on the trap, and decided to give it a go. "On three..."

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three!"

Duncan yanked at the trap forcefully, but it barely moved and send Geoff into a large screaming fit, as he continued to panick. "Damn it, damn it! I've got to get out of this thing, before that maniac comes down here!"

"Oh my god, isn't there anything we can do?" Bridgette shook her head, almost bursting into tears due to how upset she was about the situation.

"Come on, we've got to finding something in here to help free him!" Gwen attempted to take charge in order to help save Geoff, and spoke out to the other two. "Geoff, stay calm, okay? We're going to get you out of this."

"Please," Geoff begged, "do it quickly!"

"I'll stay by your side, Geoff." Bridgette linked hands with his freed hand, and attempted to help relax him, which was a failure due to the unberarable pain. "Come on Geoff, it's okay, we're going to get you out of this."

Gwen looked over to Duncan, signalling him over to where she was. "Hey, make yourself useful and grab that box!"

She pointed upwards to a tall shelf which contained a large brown moving container, which Gwen noticed had a few supplies from the top of it. "Sure thing." Duncan replied, as he reached up and pulled it down, which he struggled with due to its weight.

"Thanks." Gwen coldly replied, as Duncan watched over her shoulder as she dug through the container. "Stop standing there and go search this place."

"Alright, alright," Duncan let out a depressed sigh, as he walked off to another side of the basement to search, as Geoff's horrified screams of pain continued to echo through the building. "We're gonna help you Geoff, stay put."

"It's not like I can break free or anything, dude!" Geoff was incredibly frustrated, and wiped his tears away as he took a few deep breaths. "Dude, you've got this... stay calm."

"That's the spirit, Geoff..." Bridgette leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek, doing whatever she could to help him get his mind of the bear trap, so he wouldn't notice the thrilling pain. "I love you."

Geoff cracked a small smile, trying to not ruin the moment. "I love you so much, babe."

"Sick." Gwen continued searching through the boxes until she noticed a few things out of place. Lifting up the photographs, she could recognize one of her friends, who had gone missing the past year. "Sierra? Why the hell are there photos of her down here? That sick fuck."

Gwen was even more startled, as that was only the beginning of the pile. Many others seemed to have been taken from a distance, as if someone was following her without her knowing while taking these. "Unbelieveable."

"Does that mean this psycho's known us for a while now?" Gwen muttered to herself, trying to connect the dots with her minds, as to what connection they had with the man hunting them down.

She had reached the bottom of the box, and was ultimately disappointed to have found nothing of use, only old junk. "Don't give up Geoff, we're still looking!"

Gwen walked away from the box, and made her way down the next fleet of stairs in the basement, desperate to find any other ways to help him. She was startled as she recognized the blood trails on the ground, which she followed.

"Oh no, not here again." She faced a room, which had a fence blocking the other side, which featured a familiar contraption. "Trent?"

She looked straight ahead and noticed that the top half of his body was hanging, albeit headless which was unfamiliar as compared to last time. She almost puked at the sight of seeing him bisected again, but couldn't help but take another glance.

Below him was a massive pool of blood and guts, which flies had began to hover over but something was missing. "Where's... where's his legs? What the hell?"

Gwen took a few steps back, thinking there was even more to the mystery than met the eyes, and let out a horrified scream as she backed into an unknown being, and turned around, horrified at the sight. "Agh!"

He rested his arms on her shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. "Gwen! Sorry for creeping up on you like that, it's just me..."

"Duncan, what the hell? You scared me." Gwen brushed him off her shoulders, and wiped the tears from her eyes as she remembered having to saw either Alejandro or Trent, as their night had turned dark quickly. "What are you doing?"

"Uh, looking to help Geoff. What else would I be doing?" Duncan gave her an annoyed look, and she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever." She sighed. "I don't think there's anything down here."

"What were you looking at?" Duncan tried to peer over her shoulder, but Gwen attempted to divert him away. "Hey, what are you hiding?"

Gwen shook her head, almost erupting into tears. "Don't... it's not worth it."

"I've got to take a look," Duncan walked past her, and looked across the fence as he saw half of Trent's body, hanging by the arms from rope against the wall, with his organs on the floor, and his head missing. "Jesus, what the hell? Is... Is this what happened to him, Gwen?"

She nodded, sniffling. "Y-yeah."

"You've got to be kidding me," Duncan frowned, and instantly turned away from the sight, "I got to be honest... when you first told me about what happened, I thought this was a joke. And still, something just seems... odd."

"I know, I just... can't put my finger on it." Duncan rested his hand on Gwen's shoulder, and she let out a small sigh of relief. "Uhh, we've got to help Geoff."

Duncan instantly pulled away. "Yeah. You're right."

The two made their way back up the stairs, and were met with Geoff's continuous screeching, and were horrified to see Bridgette wielding a sharp blade. "Bridgette? What the hell are you doing with that thing?" Gwen called out, as she ran over to the two.

"I found this just over there," she pointed to a nearby desk, "I think he left it for us."

"It was a trap, and I took the bait," Geoff sighed, sniffling. "Did you guys find anything?"

"Nope..." Duncan sighed, reflecting on the sight which he had seen.

"Damn it." Geoff kicked the floor below him.

"Hey," Bridgette held out the machete, "what if the killer left this here for you to use in order to free yourself?"

Geoff raised his eyebrows, confused. "He'd help us?"

"He's twisted. He enjoys hurting us." Gwen scoffed.

"Couldn't you... I don't know, free yourself using it?" Bridgette suggested, handing the rusty blade over to him.

"Whoa... you don't mean... cutting my fingers off, do you?" Geoff gasped, and just imaginging having to cut off his own fingers was making him cringe inside, but he knew he had to do something before the killer went downstairs to finish the job he started. "That's totally fucking sick, and not in a good way!"

Duncan suggested another idea. "Well, you could try wedging the trap open with the machete.."

"True," Geoff replied.

He held out the blade and looked down at the contraption and brough the machete closer. He forced it between the bear trap, and attempted to pull it back, but it only opened a little before it snapped back shut, causing Geoff to let out another scream, as the slightly bent machete was knocked onto the floor. "GOD DAMN IT!"

"Geoff!" Bridgette wrapped her arms around him, trying to relax him. "You almost had it..."

"That thing almost broke..." Gwen replied. "What if we need to use it for later, like, to take that psychopath down or something?"

"Wait, so you..." Geoff sniffled, trying to keep his calm, "think I should cut my fingers off so we can still use that thing?"

"No, no, it was just an idea..." Gwen lifted the blade back up, and handed it over to him. "Come on, quickly, before the killer comes down here!"

Geoff held out the machete once more, and held the blade out to the bear trap. He started to think about the idea Gwen had suggested, and held it out to his fingers. Would he be willing to cut off his fingers just so he would have some form of self defence in case the killer came down? Or should he just open the trap.

"Shit, shit," Geoff muttered under his breath as he was met with a serious dilemma.

"Come on, what's taking you so long?" Duncan yelled out to him, looking out for the killer in case he decided to come closer.

"I'm thinking, dude!"

"About? Just open the damn trap!"

"It's not that simple, man!" Geoff snapped back, as he tried to decide what the best option would be for their survival. Cut off his fingers, or open the bear trap. This dilemma kept circling in his mind, as the others waited desperately for him to make a decisions.

"I think I just heard footsteps," Gwen took a few steps back, as she listened around, and heard creaking above them, "hurry!"

"Alright, alright!" Geoff snapped back, as his heart continued to race and the pain of the bear trap continued to effect him, as he wiped away another set of tears. "Okay, I know what I'm gonna' do..."

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