EIGHT

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˗ˏˋ CHAPTER EIGHT ˊˎ˗
o. when the truth unveils itself

After many fleeting moments of hesitation pass by, and with guilt tainting her already ruined heart, Ellie Greene finally tugs down upon the trigger of the pistol

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After many fleeting moments of hesitation pass by, and with guilt tainting her already ruined heart, Ellie Greene finally tugs down upon the trigger of the pistol. The ear-shattering noise of a bang abruptly pierced through the already chaotic atmosphere in which lingers within the basement-like room, the utter deafening boom ricocheting between the walls in which entrap them. However, not a singular bullet flies from the gun in which the Greene girl clutches upon with a vice-like grip, shocking the three whom were the victims of the harrowing situation. An indefinite flood of confusion strikes her brain upon noticing that the gun had been set off, yet not even a droplet of the horrid crimson liquid, in which had become all too familiar to her on that godforsaken night, is shed. However, she soon found herself unsure what to make of the situation at hand, whether she should allow a sense of relief to seep into her heart, or to be angered that she hadn't gotten revenge upon the male who had committed wrongdoings.

Yet this battle in which rages internally within the female is soon pushed back into the very depths of her mind, as the quickly approaching footsteps of another snatch her attention away. Her frantic gaze immediately darts upward to gain a glance upon who, or what may be soon to reach them. And when her sullen eyes land upon the form of the mysterious stranger, the person who had thrown them into a pit of horror on that night, the pounding of her own rapid heartbeat utterly fills her sense of hearing.

"No! No, no, no! Get away!" The desperate, raw cries of Ashley echoes throughout the confined, the panic in which rushes through her veins seeping out with her every word. She barely takes notice of the door at the opposite side of the room opening as she merely screams, not realising that two of her friends had entered, as both her and the other two trapped teenagers are too consumed by their own terror to care.

With her survival instincts screaming within the back of her mind, Ellie rapidly raises the pistol clutched within her tight grasp to be pointed toward the masked maniac, and unlike the time Chris had been at the receiving end of the bullet, the girl does not hesitate for even a singular, mere moment. She yanks down upon the trigger cold, metal not just once, but three times in total, the desperate female needing nothing more than the horrors of that night to be bought to their end. And, if it meant forcing death upon some stranger, who was utterly the opposite of innocent, well, then so be it.

The maniac that had been wrecking complete chaos upon those who had ventured to the location of Blackwood mountain appears to be unfazed by the abrupt, yet dignified, outburst of the girl. He merely gazes down upon the spot in which the bullets were intended to puncture, shaking his head in what could be considered a condescending manner. "You don't want to shoot me, El."

Ellie winces ever so slightly upon hearing the all-too-familiar nickname, one in which had once withheld the power to bring comfort to her, yet now only furthered the pain that bubbles deep within her. However, she quickly disregards the sense of discomfort that floods her upon hearing his words, this such emotion being drowned out, as the overwhelming confusion, and terror once again takes hold of her mind. "What the actual fuck?"

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"Oh, you've heard of blanks before. I mean, really?" The mechanic, calculated voice of the stranger is enough to send a tsunami of chills tip-toeing down the spine of Ellie. The maniac then pauses for a singular, fleeting moment, as if to add a dramatic air to his following actions, before he uplifts his hands to the mask that obscures his face from view. And, when he removes the article of clothing, the world of Ellie Greene comes burning to the ground once more, doing so for the second time that night.

"Josh?" The wavering voice of Ellie reaches a volume no louder than that of the whisper, her inner emotions running wild as she gazes upon the male she had fallen so deeply in love with. Her mind makes desperate attempts to bring reason into the situation, yet tremendously fails, as she simply could not fathom how the occurrences around her were a true part of reality. She had watched him die. She had merely looked on as every last droplet of life within him had been drained from his body, yet here he was, standing before her, gazing into her doubt-filled eyes. It couldn't be real.

An orchestra of confused, and to some extent, angered murmurs erupt from the individuals within that room, and in response, Josh merely falls into a state of hysterics, his laughter filling the immediate area. "Oh, oh very good! Every one of you! Got my name! And after all you've been through! Good, good-good-good. I mean, how does that feel? Right?"

Rushing over toward the trio whilst the boy commences his speech of victory, Mike and Sam, who had entered the room just in time to witness the revealing of the maniac, begin to untie the ropes in which still entrap the arms of their friends. Upon reaching the spot in which Ellie sits idle in a state of utter shock, Sam tries to aid her friend by bringing her even an ounce of comfort within these chaotic times, doing so by placing a gentle, calming hand upon hers, as if to remind her that she was there for her. But this small, yet thoughtful action appears to go unnoticed, as nothing is able to sway the girl's focus away from the lover she had lost, Ellie not even acknowledging the presence of her blonde friend.

"How does it feel?" Josh continues on with his words of grandeur, the accusatory undertone of his voice not going past the ears of the other teenagers unnoticed. "Do you enjoy feeling terrorised? Humiliated? I mean, panicked? All those emotions that my sisters got to feel once, one year ago? Only guess what? They didn't get to laugh it off? No! Nope! No, no, no! They're gone!"

"I don't know if you noticed this, Josh, but none of us are laughing," Mike speaks up with a wave of deeply-rooted anger woven deep within his harsh tone, his eyes boring holes directly into the boy whom he had once been able to call his friend.

"Oh come, come-come-come-come. Why the long faces? Come on! It's good to get the heart racing every now and then, right? And race they did, I mean, every one of you, just pitter-pat, pitter-pat! I hope you appreciated my little phantasmagorical spectacle! I mean, no detail too small! No opportunity missed! It was such a delight to play the puppet master to all of your Pavlovian panic! And all that gore? I mean, gore, there was gore galore! Fake bodies, I mean, God that shit was expensive! And no retakes! Nope, nope, nope, only double takes! You should have seen your faces. Hook, line and sinker, for every little stinker!"

"Josh..." The quietly spoken words of Sam trail off within the midst of a sentence, the girl not entirely sure as to how she should phrase her next few words, her mind too muddled by the confusion of what had occurred right before her eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

"Don't even ask this squirrelly little runt," Mike all but spits out this few words, the venom held within his voice practically dripping out with his every word as he speaks. "He's got no clue. He's out of his fucking tree."

"Are you off your meds?" Ellie inquires of the boy, whom she still couldn't truly believe was standing before her, her voice remaining at a gentle tone, the girl too shocked and confused to allow anger toward him to swell within her heart. And even so, she wasn't sure she could feel such hatred toward the boy, even after he had put her, and those she had once called friends, through hell.

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