Thread: Camp Murder   (Casket &  Marie)

Micheal ran, but didn't really know where he was running to but Hank was over by the boy's cabin still and he knew he wanted to be away from that guy right now. He ended up picking the main lodge and rushing in with Marley right on his tail. The truth was that he wasn't really hurt, more embarrassed than anything else. He'd just been made to look like a total punk infront of Marley and that made him madder than anything else. Michael wait! Come back! At least let me take a look at it! Marley was yelling when she entered the main lodge and found Micheal standing there in the middle of the large open room in front of the massive stone fireplace. He'd reached up to wipe the tear from his cheek when she entered, not wanting to her to see him so upset. Really Mar, it's ok. I'm fine, really. It just scared me more than anything. He's lucky he got the jump on me or else I might've kicked his ass! Micheal said trying to sound tough but instead sounded ridiculous even in his own ears. There was no way Micheal could've bested Hank in a fight and everyone plainly knew that. Micheal saw Marley going for the first aid kit on the wall and gave in, he flopped down into one of the sheet covered oversize leather chairs and pulled his shirt up for her. Fucking psycho ass dickhead has probably got grenades stashed in his backpack and when he goes crazy he'll blow us all up. Micheal grumbled as he leaned back and let Marley attend to his superficial wound. Out at the lake Freddy shot up out of the water and could barely hear Quinn's yelling over the pounding in his head. Freddy was clutching his nose and blood was just pouring out of it staining his wet chest. Oh My GOD....You broke my nose! He called out in a gurgled voice as the blood poured down his throat as well. He thought it might be funny to give Quinn a scare, holding his breath was something he was good at so it was easy for him to stay under the water for long periods. He swum out far around her and swam up to rear, grabbing her and biting her ass but the real surprise was on him when Quinn's powerful legs shot out and kicked him square in the nose. The shock of it had made him see stars and exhale the remainder of breath in his lungs. He'd almost drown from some stupid prank and now his nose was broken to boot. FUCK THAT HURTS! Freddy called out as he started making his way to shore trying to hold the torrent of blood back. He looked like something out of a horror movie, naked with blood drenching the front of her torso all the way down to his pubic hair. Licking Dayanne's twat was fine but with her standing and her tight jeans around her knees meant he really couldn't get at any of the good stuff. He'd managed to slip a finger or two into her slit but the position wasn't doing either of them any favors. Jason pulled his face out of her muff and looked up at her. Hey that grass looks nice and tall, you wanna lay down in it so I can get these jeans and shoes off and really put my nose to the grindstone down here? He asked with a big smile on his face. Jason was horny as hell and was wondering if Day was gonna let him stick his dick in her or if she just wanted her pussy eaten. He hoped getting her into the laying position would add to his chances of knocking a load off in that pretty little vagina. Otherwise he was going to end this little endeavor with blue balls. Hank was pissed at himself and reached reached into his belt and produced the knife for Mia to take. I overreacted that's all, I just thought I saw something in the woods and got a bad feelin...... He trailed off wondering to himself if he'd actually seen something or if it was his condition messing with him. Hearing both Micheal and now Mia bring up those dreaded four letters 'PTSD' made him second guess whether they weren't right. The pills in his bag were supposed to take care of that. The doctor at the VA had assured that this anti-psychotic medication would stop the night terrors and let him get some sleep but could he actually be having an episode in broad daylight as well? He wasn't entirely sure but there was at least one thing he could check to help ease his mind. Hank walked over to the wood line and squatted down, taking careful measures not to disturb the area. After a few brief seconds of search though his masterful tracker's eyes found what he was looking for. Here.....look tracks. He said as he took a stick and pushed back some of the undergrowth. Mia come have a look. Hank said, excitement growing in his voice. The tracks were muddled though and any sort of identifying qualities had been disturbed enough for an untrained eye to only see a bit of disturbed mud. Whether Mia would actually see anything or just some mud was still up in the air, but there was no doubting it to Hank. Something.....something on two legs none the less, had been standing here and left in a hurry.