REVENGE AT CAMP BLOOD
CHAPTER 15- A NARROW ESCAPE
Miraculously, Jade managed to move out of the way, causing Jason’s knife to dig deep into the side of the cabin wall.
As Jason struggled to remove the knife from the wall, Jade saw her chance to escape and took it, somersaulting between Jason’s legs and sprinting out the door.
Surprised, Jason yanked the knife out and darted after her as she entered the pitch-black wilderness.
Screaming, “Help me!,” Jade was hoping somebody in that god-forsaken town would hear her cries and come to help.
No one did.
Hot on her trail, Jason slowly stalked, knowing she couldn’t get far. After all, Mommy always told him, “She can’t hide...no place to hide.”
Jade, out of breath and without a voice, suddenly stopped, turning around to see where Jason was.
Her eyes widened with horror as she realized that only darkness lied before her.
Jason was gone.
Back on the plane, Kevin looked out the window and saw nothing but a dark night sky and a steady rainfall beading off of his window.
Mixed in with a rumble of thunder and a bright stroke of lightning, Kevin was still very nervous about the whole flight.
Then Dan came back on the P.A.
“We will have a rough ride from here on in,” Dan informed them. “So sit down and buckle up, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
Kevin looked through the curtain, and he saw that everyone was buckled up snug and secure, while he was being bounced around like a tennis ball.
Then he overheard a conversation between Cammie and Jake.
“Shouldn’t you go check on Kevin?” Jake asked.
Cammie, not too concerned, ignored him.
“Cammie? Cammie!” Jake yelled.
“What?!!” she replied, equally as loud.
“Shouldn’t you go check on Kevin?” he asked.
“You mean Norman Bates back there?” Cammie said. “I don’t give a fuck about him. I never have. All I cared about was the fact that he was the star hockey player. I had to have him, plain and simple. But now, I could care less.”
“That’s cold,” Jake replied, “You bitch!”
“Well, fuck you too!” Cammie piped back. “I put a lot of hard work into getting him away from that slut Krista and now I know that he wasn’t even worth it.”
Hearing that, Kevin, sulked into the corner of the cargo room and opened his bag, pulling out his CD player.
He put his earphones on and DMX’s “Ruff Ryders Anthem” played first.
Then a cold chill went down his spine when he realized that he didn’t even listen to rap.
He immediately thought of his cousin Scott, who loved rap, especially DMX and the Ruff Ryders.
All at once, the horrors of Crystal Lake flashed through his head-- The terror that he and Krista had survived, but all the others did not.
Kevin quickly changed to the next track, but this time Memphis Bleek’s “Is That Your Bitch?” came on, another one of Scott’s favorites.
Frightened, Kevin just shut off his CD player and put it away.
So this is how it’s gonna be, Kevin thought. None of them give a fuck about me.
Well, I’m not gonna give a fuck about them either, he thought, glancing up at them before sitting back down.
Then suddenly, his stomach dropped as he jerked forward and hit his head off of the floor.
The plane’s engines began to make a weird whistling sound as Kevin grabbed on to the hatch release lever for security.
Back up front, the others panicked and tried to unbuckle their seatbelts.
None of them were successful, however, and they were forced to hold onto whatever they could find to brace their fall.
The last thing they heard were three muffled transmissions from the cockpit.
It was Dan saying, “We’re...going...down!”
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