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Sorry for taking so long! Chapter 4: The End That now familiar feeling of not being able to say anything crept over me. I felt terrible. I was sitting there conspiring whether Steve was the killer, and now he's gone. "Oh god" Aj stuttered. "This is bad, this is bad" The two girls were crying. I felt I had a duty to keep them calm, me being the one that organized the trip. But to be honest, I was just as scared as them. "Where is he?" AJ cried. Unfortunately our questions were answered in a few short minutes. I once again looked around for anything that I could find that would have any clue to where Steve was at. We decided to go into the cabin to look for him, after all, if he was anywhere, it would be in there. I slowly opened the door. The cabin consisted of three rooms, a room for eating and sleeping, a bathroom with a toilet and shower, and a closet. The living room had a cot in it, a desk, and a gas stove. The first place to look was obviously the closet, due to the risk of anything happening we decided to stay close to each other. I crept up to the closet door and put my hand on the door handle, and opened it. A scream echoed in my ears. "Hahaha, loser" Steve said, he was hiding in a closet! What a jerk, I thought. I can't believe he would do that. Expecially considering that we just saw our tour guide die. "You douche!" Claire exclaimed. Our anger was cut short when he let out a gasp, and fell to the ground. A deep red gash was in his back. Blood seeped down onto the flour. I let out a slow terrified moan. Standing above him was someone dressed in a ghostface costume, like from the movie scream. He slightly cocked his head to the side and cleaned the blood off his knife with his hand. He hit me with the handle and went straight for Claire. Liz screamed and AJ tried to tackle the killer but then "Ghostface" took his head and slammed it into the desk. I tried looking at Claire, but my vision was blurred from that hit from the handle. I felt my nose, and sure enough, blood was oozing down it. I got up and ran towards "Ghostface". He took my hand and slung me into the cot, which broke from the impact. "No!!!" I screamed as he stabbed Claire in the chest, blood seeped down from her shirt. AJ scramble up and knocked "Ghostface" off of Claire. I slowly walked over and checked her pulse. Gone. Ghostface scrambled up and knocked Aj Down, and started beating him with the handle of the knife. He flipped it around to stab him when I kicked him in the face. He fell off of AJ and grabbed Liz's leg. He shoved the knife into her kneecap, and she let out a shrill scream. I took him to the ground and punched him in the face, as many times as I could. He cut my hand and knocked me off. He, stood up, and stomped on my face and then again on my throat, crushing my windpipe. He then kicked me as hard as he could in the ribs. He raised the knife up when Aj jumped on him. I tried to get up, but the throbbing pain was so bad, I couldn't move. He stabbed AJ in the stomach, and then again in the chest. Blood was pouring out of AJ's mouth. I couldn't move. I tried so hard, but I couldn't get up. So right here I had to watch Ghostface kill my best friend. AJ punched Ghostface, and knocked him off. Aj lifted his fist, and punched him in the throat, he raised his fist again, when Ghostface raised the knife and slashed it across AJ's throat. His mouth opened, and he fell over. I wanted to scream, but my windpipe wouldn't let me make a sound. I looked over at Liz, she has passed out from blood loss, but seems to be fine otherwise. I got up, and ran at him, he pushed me down onto the stove, I hit my head on the top of it. He turned the burner on and smashed my face on to it. Once again I tried to scream. The pain was terrible. He picked me up and threw me back onto the stove, then slammed me into the desk. Ghost face walked up to me, cocked his head to the side, cleaned off the knife, and he plunged the knife into my chest....... I let out a small groan. I looked down out my chest, all I saw was red liquid pouring out of my chest. I looked up at Ghostface. I saw my life flash before my eyes. I tried to get up, but fell over. Then I passed out............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... My eyes fluttered open. I thought my chest was still bleeding, I wondered why I wasn't dead. Then I realized that the blood has stopped, as I was laying face down onto a piece of the desk, which I assume means that the pressure from the wood stopped the bleeding. Everything wasn't fine though. I was having trouble breathing, which means my lung was punctured. I had to do something. I looked over and saw Ghostface dragging Aj and Steves body into the closet, I guess Claire's was already in there. I stumbled, and rolled over. I looked at Liz. She didn't deserve this, I thought. None of them did. I may of lost them, but Liz was still alive. I grabbed the knife, and started tugging at it. Light red blood started spurting out of the wound. The pain was unbearable, but I kept trying. I pulled and pulled and the knife came out. I slowly staggered to get up, and stumbled over to where he was. I took the knife, and shoved it into his back. Blood seeped out of costume, he screamed in pain. He turned around and hit me in the face, my stomach landed on a broken piece of wood from the desk, and it started bleeding, luckily, it wasn't that bad. I looked over towards the rubble of the desk and saw a miracle from one of the desk drawers. A handgun. I crawled over to it, struggling not to pass out again, As i knew I would die. I grabbed the gun, and pointed it at ghostface. He took the knife out of his back and ran at me, he stepped on my chest wound, which caused me to scream. Then kicked me in the ribs. I pointed the gun, and he kicked it out of my hand. He turned me over, and stabbed me in the neck. The fact that I wasn't dead indicated he missed my Jugular vein. I pushed him over, and crawled over to the gun. Knife still in my neck, I decided to keep it in there because it was probably the only thing keeping me from bleeding out. I pointed the gun right as his head. And pulled the trigger. ......BANG.....BANG....BANG...... He fell down, and two holes in his mask were seeping out blood. I heard sirens in the distance, I guess they found out about the dropped 911 call earlier. I pulled the mask off, and it was Derik. The End. Please review my story when you vote! Anyone who wants to see a sequel just challenge me!