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The Eclectic Pen - Wick House: Choose Their Fate, Pt 3 (WIP)

By: Kenjii H. (Daalmonette) - ,   + 36 more  
Date Submitted: 10/6/2009
Last Updated: 5/31/2011
Genre: Horror » General
Words: 812
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Thanks Sky for doing your part, choosing their fate. PMs comments welcome. I want to hear from YOU! (EDIT 1) The scream snapped Sara’s head in the direction it came from. Her hand grasped the machete within milliseconds of hearing the terror stricken sound. She glanced back and saw Zack had his weapon of choice. A handmade mace. A bat with spikes at one end. Sara tilted her head and quickly made her way to the living room. She had to take a flashlight because though it was still daylight, the gloom inside with stew thick and hung like drapes throughout the house. When there was no more sound Sara chanced calling out. “Jacob! Where are you!” Sara reached back and handed the flashlight to Zack. They stood still and listened. There was a slick and slimy noise coming from the hallway next to the front door. Sara felt the icy rush of adreneline flood her system but she did not panic. She did not know the layout of the house and her only exit was next to a sound she could not see or identify. “Jake.” Sara uttered. She saw his face pierce the darkness. Pale and features slack. Then she saw that it was only his face gripped like a mask from a set of claws. A hand then arm and monstrous body followed the horror Sara was witness to. “Run. Zack. RUN!” No longer worrying about the way out she only needed to make sure Zack was safe. Only a moments hesitation before Zack took off. The biological nightmare only took two steps before it was gripping Sara. Claws sinking into her flesh like a knife through hot butter. Bones cracked like dry twigs. Sara screamed and wished the pain would end. She waited for the monster to rip her throat out. Instead the monster pulled, and pulled. The dislocation of her right shoulder caused her to lose control of her bowels and she felt bile rise and spew from her throat. Tendons and muscles stretched until they were snapped. She was witness to her own dismemberment. Sara could see the raw, ragged edges were her arm was just attached to her shoulder. Blood gushed and puddle on the floor. The monster carried/dragged her to the stairs and raised her by her one arm above it’s head. The decorative handrail doubled in her blurred vision as Sara lost blood and began to lose her grip on conscienous. The monster swung her like she was nothing more than a rag doll and she landed face up on the spiked end of the handrail. Numbed from the loss of blood she barely felt the spike puncture her skull and burst through her eye socket. Zack took off the second he saw this was his only chance to run. He knew Sara was already dead, even before the sicko ran to her. He heard her screams and cried for her but kept running. He made it to the back of the house and planned to circle the house and make it to the car. Safety. Night was falling and so Zack barely had enough light to see where to see. He followed the house until he made it to the corner and rounded it. He followed the side and knew he only had to round it to be back to the front. When he made it to the corner he stopped and took a few deep breaths. He tucked the flashlight into his deep front pocket. Then stepped around the corner. The sicko stood in the front yard. Just one. He was just waiting. The moment Zack stepped forward the sicko turned his head and he bolted towards Zack. No slow lagging steps. No rotting flesh and craving for brains. Just a pure hatred for humankind and a murderous rage. Zack just ran. He didn’t want to fight. He was scared. He outran them before. The sicko was right on his heels. He felt like this one was faster than the others. Zack was tackled. He fell but made sure to throw he arm out so not to land on his mace. The sicko had him pinned. The sicko was bigger and stronger but was it smarter. Zack grasped the mace in both hands and stabbed backward, curling upward as far as his upper body would go. Goo gushed over his head and back and the sicko moaned and fell off him. Pushing the sicko off him completely Zack turned and pulled the mace out of the sicko’s face. Bits of skull and skin were embedded in the spikes. Zack didn’t care he ran for the car. He reached for the car door and pulled the handle. It was locked. “Fuck.” Ok so Zack makes it out of the house but will he survive the night at Wick House? YOU DECIDE!

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