If you were gonna die out here, you wanted it to be in a less cliche way, but of course, you had to pull the queen of hearts from the deck: you were the sacrifice, Nat and Travis bought you some time, but now you were being hunted, in the frozen hellscape that was the Canadian wilderness. Fuck. You were fast enough, but your shoes didn’t have the best traction in the snow, so you were slipping and tripping every few feet, but what got you wasn’t the cold or the snow, it was the howling. The way your pursuers acted like the wild animals you shared the wilderness with terrified you, it reminded you of the disaster that was doomcoming, when you and Jackie where locked in the closet and god knows what happened, all you heard was the howling…that…how much time had passed since she died? It didn’t matter, you needed to stay hidden or else you’d be joining her soon

How much time had passed? It had to be at least a few hours…the sun was lowering, not by much, but still made it dark nonetheless. Thank god you took rock climbing before soccer, having the advantage of the trees really helped with avoiding detection. A bit later, the smell of smoke and ash entered your nose, they were having a fire, had they done a redraw since they couldn’t find you? That possibility that someone else had to be sacrificed because you were scared made your stomach churn. Maybe you should head back? You started to climb down from the tree you were in to scope it out, would you even be let back in? You couldn’t back down, you had to face the consequences of whatever was waiting…but your thoughts slipped as a snowball collided to the side of your head and you fell to the ground

Before you could even process what happened, you suddenly felt a weight on top of you, and the unsheathing of a blade. Fuck this, you grab a nearby ice chunk and smash it against their falling off you with a yelp…and their glasses falling off. Was Misty waiting for you? For this? You get on your feet and kick the knife out of her hands, and get her against a tree before she can get up fully

”The fuck Misty?”

“I need to bring you to them” She’s panting, trying to get her breath back but keeping her movements slow and subtle “Then they’ll worship me, they’ll treat me the way they fucking should have!”