Chapter 3

It looked like a blood bath.

There were five men , all covered in blood, three of whom were , lying lifelessly on the ground, either dead or dying. Of the two who were still mobile, one was clutching his hands to his chest and frantically trying to crawl out of the forest, while the other ran after him with a pocket knife in his hands ready to stab him.

Without wasting a second, Fredrick ran towards them and using his body shoved the man to the side.

"Aargh" the man exclaimed landing on his side as a shard of glass from a broken golden framed mirror on the ground stabbed his left eye.

" Shit" he cursed getting up and pulling the long piece of mirror out of eyes, then he turned and smiled evilly at Fredrick and abandoning the other man began to walking towards him in slow and menacing steps.

" Jesus Christ"Freddy said swallowing the lump which had formed in his throat and taking shaky steps backwards.

The eye which was unharmed had turned purely black and the one which the piece of broken glass had stabbed was a mess of dark red blood and black. Which made the advancing man look like a creature from hell coupled with his bloody clothes and face and the evil grin plastered on his face.

On reaching to where Fredrick was, he lifted him up in the air like he was a weightless piece of feather and began to squeeze his throat.

"Mnn...mff" Freddy made incoherent noise as he jerked and kicked at the man who didn't budge.

He was beginning to lose his breath with his feet dangling in the air.

" Scott,dial 911!"clark shouted frantically looking around for a weapon, finding a plank and rushing over, he jammed it into the man's body.

It landed on his back and made a loud noise of bones being broken as the plank divided into two, but the man didn't even flinch, instead he flung Freddy into the air ,turned around stiffly and flashing Clark a deadly smile, he began to advance towards him.

Freddy hit his back on a tree stalk and landed with a thud.

Stupefied, Clark looked at the other useless half of the plank in his hands and at the advancing man. He threw away the plank and ran away in search of cover and something reasonable to protect himself with.

Snapping out of his daze Scot, took out his phone and began dialing 911.Carrying the little girl in his arms, he ran over to where Freddy landed to check up on his friend.

The call didn't go through.

"Fuck!" he cursed "There's a poor network connection!"

"Hey buddy, Fred! are u okay?"he called tapping him.

"Still alive" he answered his voice coming out hoarse and coughing, trying to stand on his feet.

"Easy"

" Might have broken a bone or two" he said wincing in pain.

Scott supported him and helped him up into a sitting position.

"I need to go after Clark"he said getting up

" I could continue trying to call 911"the little girl offered

" Right" he said patting her head and handing her his phone. Then he ran towards the direction Clark went.

He walked some distance further into the forest trying to make out which way Clark went. He took two left turns and was about to take the third when he saw a torn piece of a Clark's cloth hanging on the branch of a tree to the right. He moved towards it instead, dragged it off the tree branch and kept moving in that direction. A little while later he began to hear voices but it was faint, tracing the voice and moving closer he began to hear the voice more clearly.

"...really, my dad's a master chef....yeah and he really cooks very well!"

Clark was sitting on the floor and telling the man.

For a minute it looked as though the two were having a civilized conversation. But on closer look one would see that he was actually inching towards the end of the cliff in an attempt to avoid the man, and just talking rubbish to distract the man which instead only seemed to make him angrier.

It seemed as though the man was possessed by an evil spirit.

"..You know what? his food his been said to put a smile on the faces of even the most hardened of hearts"he said laughing nervously. The man kept on approaching, grinding his teeth, his blackened eyes staring solely at him.

" Why don't we end this game right now Sir, and just go home peacefully and have a good night's rest,Sir....."

From behind, Scott approached them slowly and quietly in other not to attract the man's attention.

By now Clark was already almost at the edge of the cliff. When Scott was close enough to the man, he leapt towards him and throwing his arms around him, hooked them around his neck with force which landed them both on the ground, with the man on top of him but him having the upper hand as his arms were around the man's neck.

"Aarh" the were both struggling, until the man got the upper hand and in one swift movement flung Scott over his shoulders and over the cliff. Luckily for him, he managed to hold onto the edge of the cliff with a hand. Rushing over, Clark extended his hands to him which he grabbed like a life support.

" Come on buddy, don't look down" he said " just keep your eyes on me" he said pulling him up as quickly as he could.

But that didn't stop the man from approaching them. He seemed intent on killing them both. Luckily, Fredrick came just in time and flung a brick onto the man's face. He rushed to them and helped Clark pull Scott over to their side.

By the time they looked up the man was already so close to them and he looked about throw them all off the cliff. The next instant though blood was splashed all over them.

It was the man's blood!

Looking over they saw the other man from earlier, in his hands was a knife which was still sticking out of the man's stomach.

The man coughed up blood but strangely though didn't seem in the least bit tired or weak or about to faint, his eyes were still glowing black and he was about to break into a smile when a brick landed squarely on his face.

And that seemed to do the trick as his he eyes dimmed and he fell limply to the ground.

      Looking over, they saw the little girl, clutching another brick to herself. At the same time the police arrived with along with the paramedics team.