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incredibeale-archive · 7 years ago

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Could you write a prompt where beca, chloe, emily and stacie go hiking and beca and chloe get lost and one of them gets hurt?

[Okay, so I feel like this probably isn’t even close to what you had in mind when you came into my askbox, but… I mean, those things above do happen… Trigger warning for blood & horror and just-- be warned?]

Something isn’t right. She can feel it. The woods are eerily silent as the four of them follow the hiking trail. Personally, Beca hates hiking, but Chloe had batted her eyes and gave her that stupid puppy dog look… ‘It’ll be fun!’ She’d said, and while Beca loved both Stacie and Emily, she didn’t love double dates, especially double dates that involved hiking.

They’d been walking for the better part of an hour, talking and laughing and stopping to look at the nature, but Beca had grown quiet. Something– something isn’t right, there’s a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Becs?” Chloe breaks her from her thoughts, and she stops walking as she realizes that their group has stopped and they’re all looking at her weirdly. “Are you okay?”

Beca frowns. “Can’t you hear that?”

Stacie and Emily share a confused glance while Chloe just furrows her brows. “I don’t hear anything.” Emily says, looking between Stacie and Chloe, seemingly for confirmation that she isn’t missing whatever Beca is trying to point out.

“Exactly,” Beca looks all around them, then. “There’s no birds chirping, no leaves rustling, there isn’t even any fucking wind. It’s too quiet.” Like the calm before the storm, she thinks.

The three girls all look around them and everyone is quiet for a moment, listening. “Something is wrong.” Beca says anxiously.

“Beca, you’re freaking me out. This isn’t funny.” Chloe says with a frown. Emily moves closer to Stacie, her arm slipping through the other woman’s.

“Dude, I’m not kidding. I feel like–” Beca shivers and rubs the back of her neck as the hairs there stand on ends. “I feel like we’re being watched.” She finishes in a hushed tone.

Before anyone can say anything, something whizzes past Beca’s face, grazing her cheek before it lodges itself in the tree. “Ow! What the fuck?!” Her hand flies up to her cheek to find blood there. Everyone’s gaze turns to the tree.

“Is– is that an arrow?” Emily asks, voice shaking.

And suddenly the uneasy feeling that Beca had before turns into dread and fear. “We need to leave.”

“Beca–“

Chloe is cut off as Emily gasps and her eyes widen in utter fear. “G-guys…” She lifts a shaking hand and points behind Beca. They all turn to follow her gaze, finding a large shape moving toward them at an all too casual pace.

Leaves rustle loudly, too loudly to be an animal. It comes from both sides and from the large shape coming from behind Beca. “Oh shit,” Stacie whispers as her eyes find something coming toward them from the right.

“They’re surrounding us!” Chloe’s eyes are wide with fear as she stares off in the left direction.

“Run.” Beca all but commands. She doesn’t like that their paces are so casual, like they’re in no rush. Another arrow whizzes past them from the right, just missing Stacie by a few inches. “Run, now!”

They all start running in the only direction that doesn’t have something coming at them, and it’s completely off the hiking trail…

–

Beca’s chest burns as she races through the woods, her calves absolutely on fire as she pushes herself to keep going. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thanks Aubrey for all the cardio she made them do.

“Beca!” Chloe wheezes as she tugs on her arm to stop. “We– we l-lost Emily and Stacie.” She bends at the waist to try and catch her breath, but Beca wants to keep moving.

Trying to catch her own breath, Beca wipes the sweat from her brow as she looks around anxiously. “We’ll– we’ll find them, but we have to keep moving. We don’t know what those people– or things are, and I don’t wanna find out.”

There’s movement in the distance, and Beca tugs Chloe’s arm. “Keep moving!”

Beca pulls Chloe along, dodging trees and fallen limbs, until suddenly Chloe is no longer beside her and a loud cry echoes the forest. Beca comes to skidded halt and turns to find Chloe on the ground, her foot caught in what Beca assumes is a bear trap. “Shit!”

“Get it off!” Chloe’s eyes are wide and full of tears as she grimaces in pain. Beca drops to her knees and quickly examines the trap, trying to find the release, but to no avail.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She doesn’t want to make things worse, Beca can already see that the teeth of the trap are digging into Chloe’s skin. She’s pretty sure she read somewhere that these types of traps were outlawed years ago. This one appears to be old and rusted, stained with blood.

“Beca, please! It hurts!”

Beca rips off her plaid shirt and uses it to cushion her hands so that she can push it open by the mouth. It takes effort, but she manages to push it open enough for Chloe to quickly pull her foot out. Beca releases the trap and it snaps together with a resounding clap. “Can you walk?” Beca asks, eyes trailing over Chloe’s ankle. Her skin is broken and bleeding where the serrated edges caught her, and her ankle looks a little swollen, but not terribly so.

“I think so.” Chloe says as she tries to stand. Beca helps her, and as Chloe steps forward, she winces, but then nods jerkily. “Hurts, but I think I can manage.” Beca slips her arm around Chloe, anyway and guides her along as quickly as the redhead’s injury will allow them.

“Let’s try to find the others…”

–

“We lost Beca and Chloe.” Stacie says as they come to a stop, both panting.

Emily turns in a slow circle, wide eyes searching, but all she can see are trees. “I’m scared, it’s getting dark. We’ve lost the trail, how are we–“ Her words are cut short as pain suddenly radiates through her right shoulder and arm. An agonizing scream is ripped from her throat as her legs seem to give out on her and she drops to her knees.

“Oh my god!” She hears Stacie cry out, feels her girlfriend dropping down next to her. “Oh shit, oh fuck. Oh my god.”

“What!” Emily croaks, eyes shut tight. “What– what is it!”

“An arrow!” Stacie says in a panicked voice.

Emily’s eyes snap open as she glances down to see the shaft of an arrow sticking out just below her clavicle. Her breathing hitches, and her eyes burn with tears. “G-get it out!”

Stacie’s face is pale as she looks it over. “It almost went straight through– the head is sticking out on the other side– it just barely missed bone, but I– I’m sorry, it’s better to leave it in. I can’t be sure what kind of damage that would do– it could make things worse. The shaft will act as a sort of plug, to keep you from bleeding too much.”

Emily releases a whimper that turns into a sob. “It hurts.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.” Stacie’s own eyes are welling up with tears. “Try to keep your arm still, okay? Here–” She removes her light jacket and makes a sort of makeshift sling. “Better?” Emily just nods mutely.

There’s movement behind Stacie, but Emily notices it too late as something large and burly snatches her girlfriend up by her arms and yanks her back. The brunette screams and Emily tries to move to get to her, but then something is pulling her to her feet, jostling her bad arm and causing a searing pain to run through her shoulder. “S-Stacie!” She cries out, her pain taking a backseat to the overwhelming panic at the fact that her girlfriend is being dragged away by– Emily sucks in a sharp breath as she finally lays eyes on him– it.

It’s tall and burly, it’s face deformed and gnarled. Suddenly, she’s being pulled back and then thrown over someone’s shoulder, her own shoulder screaming in agony at the careless movement. The scent of, what Emily can only describe as rotting meat overwhelms her senses and she nearly throws up.

Emily puts up a fight the whole way, but the thing is too big and he carries her like a ragdoll, like she weighs nothing. She can hear Stacie somewhere, grunting and fighting and cursing, and Emily isn’t sure if it brings her a little comfort, or fills her with dread.

She isn’t sure how long they’ve been moving, but suddenly she’s being dropped on something hard. She lands mostly on her ass, managing to catch herself before she could fall back. Her good hand lands in something wet and sticky and as she looks down, all she sees is red. Blood red. Her eyes widen and she jerks her hand away, makes a move to get up, but a large hand holds her down by her good shoulder.

Emily looks up at her captor, noting his deformed face and balding head. She isn’t sure what he’s wearing, but it’s stained with blood and dirt and other things that Emily doesn’t want to think about. Her heart is hammering in her chest as she looks around, taking in her surroundings.

She seems to be in a small house of some sort, from what she can see. Her eyes move back to her captor and as she goes to say something (what, she isn’t sure), the door bangs open.

The other deformed looking man comes in with Stacie struggling over his shoulder. He nods at Emily’s captor before he drops Stacie onto the floor. Her girlfriend’s hands and feet are tied, and she struggles to break free. “Stacie!” Emily whimpers.

Stacie pauses her movements to look up at Emily, her eyes then move to Emily’s captor and then to her own. “W-what are you going to do with us?”

Neither of them say anything, they simply gaze at one another before Emily’s captor starts to pull off the makeshift sling. Emily can do nothing but sit, frozen in fear. “Hey! Don’t you touch her!” She hears Stacie yell.

Her captor studies the arrow in her shoulder, before he breaks off the tail, causing the shaft to jerk inside her. Emily cries out in pain, tears streaming down her face. The deformed man places his large hand on her bad shoulder, before he grabs at something behind Emily, and before she realizes what’s happening, her entire shoulder feels as if it’s on fire. She screams so loud, her voice cracks.

“E-Emily!” Stacie sobs out, still struggling.

But Emily doesn’t hear much else, because everything goes black.

–

They’re leaning against a tree, catching their breaths when they hear it.

An agonizing scream pierces the eerily silent forest and it has both Beca and Chloe standing rigidly. They share a panicked glance as Chloe mumbles, “Emily.”

They quickly move toward the sound, both silently wondering what they could possibly do.

“Wait, stop–” Chloe whispers harshly. “There.” She points off into the distance and Beca follows her gaze. There are Emily and Stacie, and two– things carrying them away.

“Fuck. Mother fucking shit.” Beca clenches her fists together, heart pounding in her ears. “C’mon.”

“But– how are we supposed to help them?” Chloe asks, even as she limps after Beca.

The brunette shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ll figure it out on the way.”

–

Emily comes to very slowly. There’s a throbbing pain in her shoulder, but fingers are carding through her hair, gently. Emily groans as the pain worsens the more she wakes up. A whimper slips past her lips an the fingers in her hair still.

“Hey, shhh. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Stacie’s voice is soft, but thick with tears.

“S-Stacie? What happened?” Emily’s eyes open sluggishly to see Stacie’s tear and dirt stained face above her.

Stacie swallows thickly and brushes a few strands of Emily’s hair from her face. “You passed out from the pain. And then they brought us to this room and untied me.”

Emily turns her head in, what she now realizes is Stacie’s lap, to look around. It’s a small dilapidated, windowless room with an old, stained cot in the corner. She looks back at Stacie and reaches up with her good hand to gently touch at a cut in the brunette’s brow. “What do you think they want with us?”

Her girlfriend’s face goes ashen. “Em–” She hedges shakily. “I– I think they’re cannibals.“

Emily feels her stomach drop. “What else–” She asks, tears burning the back of her throat. “There’s something else you’re not telling me.”

Stacie’s eyes fill with tears and she looks away. “I don’t– I don’t know! I– I saw a lot of things on the way in here.” She croaks.

“Like what?!” Emily prods, trying and failing to keep calm.

Stacie brings her gaze back to Emily’s, before she visibly swallows. “Body parts. And– and a crib.”

“Oh,” Emily feels sick. More sick than she already does. She struggles to sit up, whimpering in pain as Stacie helps her. Her eyes drift over to the cot and she notes she shackles at the head of it, attached to the wall. “Oh, no.”

Stacie just wraps her arms around Emily’s middle and pulls her gently into her lap, but before Emily can settle in her girlfriend’s embrace, there’s a loud commotion in one of the other rooms. Voices.

Voices she recognizes immediately. “Oh, no.”

–

”Are you sure about this?” Chloe whispers as they watch the house from a few yards away, hidden behind the cover of trees.

Beca works her jaw a few times as she watches what little movement she can see through the broken windows.

Before Beca can say anything, Emily screams something shrill and blood curdling, and it makes Beca’s skin crawl. “No,” She finally answers. “But we can’t leave them. We have to try.”

Beca goes to lead the way, but Chloe stops her. “Wait,” When Beca looks at her questioningly, Chloe leans forward and captures the brunette’s lips in a too short kiss. “I love you.”

A sad smile creases Beca’s lips. “I love you, too.”

And with that, Beca turns and takes the lead. They move slowly, using whatever cover they can find in the forms of trees and bushes, until they reach the porch. Beca makes a mad grab for the hatchet leaning next to the door, while Chloe grabs the wooden baseball bat covered in barbed wire on the stairs.

Taking a few deep, calming breaths, Beca shoves the door open, hatchet raised.

It seems to catch both men off guard, because Beca’s hatchet is slamming down hard into the front of ones’ head, just as he reaches for a bloodied butcher knife sticking out of the table. He never makes it though as his eyes go wide and then the life fades from them, the hatchet sticking out of his forehead.

Behind her, there’s an almost inhumane growl and Chloe’s panic stricken voice. “Beca! Look out!” But Beca reacts too late, and suddenly she’s being thrown across the room, landing on her back with a loud thud. The wind gets knocked out of her and before she can even gasp for a breath, the deformed looking man is standing over her, breathing heavily, a burning rage in his eyes.

He goes to pick her up by the foot when suddenly he’s stumbling to his knees and his arms go up in a defensive motion. Beca’s wide eyes find Chloe with the baseball bat above her head before it comes down on the thing’s back, hard. He grunts and wheezes as he falls to his stomach.

Chloe doesn’t relent, though, as the bat rises high above her head before it comes back down onto his skull. There’s a loud crack and a squelching sound that makes Beca’s stomach turn. Chloe still doesn’t stop, though. It takes Beca getting to her feet and wrapping her arms around the redhead, her hands gripping the neck of the bat and forcing her to let go. “He’s dead.” Beca says gently.

The bat falls to the ground with a loud thud and Chloe turns in Beca’s arms to hug her tightly, a sob falling from her lips. “I–I thought he was going to kill you.”

Beca shushes her gently, rubbing her back. “I’m okay. But we need to find Em and Stacie, before the third thing makes an appearance.”

–

”D-do you think they’re–” Emily’s voice quakes as they take in the sudden silence.

Just as Stacie goes to reply, the door opens up and to Emily’s (and Stacie’s) relief, there stand Chloe and Beca, looking a little worse for ware, but thankfully– fucking alive.

“Holy shit, dude! What happened?” Beca asks as both she and Chloe move toward Stacie and Emily.

“Arrow.” Stacie supplies as she helps them lift Emily up and to her feet, the younger woman crying out in pain.

“What about you?” Stacie nods to Chloe’s foot and the awkward way she doesn’t put much weight on it.

“Bear trap.” Chloe replies, voice quiet. Emily chews on her lower lip as she takes a moment to steady herself. “Where are–”

”Dead.” Beca says quietly. “We need to get going. The third one is still wandering around out there, and I’d rather not be here when he finds his buddies.”

They all agree on that note and once Beca offers her plaid shirt to help with Emily’s bleeding, they hurry out of the house– everyone silently agreeing not to talk about the jars of body parts in the kitchen, or the blood all over the table. They all hold hands as they make their way through the woods, each of them on high alert.

When they’re a ways away from the house, everything around them quiet, there’s a loud inhumane scream that fills Beca with panic. They redouble their efforts to find their way back.

They make it out of the woods by nightfall, exhausted and grateful. Once in the safety of their car, Stacie grabs her phone from the center console (where they had all left them, because what’s the point in taking them when you don’t have service?) and calls the police.

After hours spent at the hospital, having their wounds looked at and recounting the events to the police, the four of them were ready to go home. Emily’s shoulder would be okay, it was cleaned and stitched up, and Chloe’s ankle was thankfully only sprained.

Showers are taken and a quiet dinner is had between them. (Stacie and Emily were staying over at Beca and Chloe’s, none of them really ready to be apart, yet) And then they all go to bed, Beca and Chloe in their room, and Stacie and Emily in the spare.

As Beca lays there, staring up at the ceiling with Chloe curled up into her side, she sighs. “Hey, Chlo?”

“Yeah?” Chloe mumbles, already close to falling asleep, clearly exhausted from the days terrible events.

“Lets never, ever go hiking again.”

“Never.” Chloe agrees.

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