"LITTLE MISTAKE"
AKA; MR. JINGLES PT. 2

"You were right." Montana stated as she came upon the murder scene the rest of her friends were gathered around.

An unfamiliar man was laid on the ground, a stake shoved through the back of his head, poking a hole right through his eye. The sight was enough to make anyone shudder, and the crazy blonde was no exception.

"Right about what?" Chet wondered.

"That guy, the Night Stalker. Brooke said she saw him down by the dock." Montana exclaimed, turning to her friends.

Relieved someone was finally believing her, but obviously shaken up by the murder, Brooke nodded vigorously, "He attacked me. And there was a body in the lake." She cried.

"We need to find Margaret" Chet said, assuming Oli was still asleep in the cabin. It was the only explanation to why she wasn't there.

"We got to book it. Like, right now." Ray suggested instead, not giving two shits about Margaret. How was she supposed to help him anyway?

Trevor crouched down next to body, shining his flashlight over the wound on the side of the guy's head. Where his ear wouldn't been, was a splotch of blood and a hole instead, "Guys. I don't think this was the Night Stalker." His voice wavered.

The sound of keys jingling caused everyone's head to whip in the direction it came from. All of them panicked, partially from the dead body, but also from the chilling sound. Brooke had been right the whole time.

"It's Jingles." Trevor said, following as everyone began to run off.

"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Ray exclaimed

"My van. The van!" Xavier reminded them, the group running in the direction of staff parking.

Brooke whined, near the back of the group with Montana. In no time they got to the van, the remainder of the group piling into the back, not caring about placements or seatbelts Everyone except Chet.

"We have to get Oli!" He exclaimed, "She's still asleep!" He reminded them.

The colour drained from Montana's face, something that did t go unnoticed by Chet, "What? Montana what!" He demanded.

"Oli and I went to look for Brooke but we split up. She could be anywhere!" Montana seethed back, equally as worried, but not as frantic.

"We have to find her-"

A scream rang through the forest- shrill and feminine- "Help me!" It shrieked, carrying to the van effortlessly. It was halted almost immediately, but it still sent shivers down everyone's spines

The group's faces dropped as they all slowly registered who it probably belonged to.

"Oli!" Chet cried, going to run in the direction before Ray's harsh grip stopped him from getting anywhere.

"Where are you going?" Ray hissed, still freaked out, the sight of brains looming through his mind.

"We have to help her!"

Montana shook her head, "Ray's right. She's not screaming anymore. I know you don't want to hear it but-" Montana stopped to wipe a tear from her cheek, "She's probably gone. The last thing she'd want is you dead too."

The mood shifted at her words. How could they not? Even people like Brooke and Trevor who barely knew Oli were sad at the idea of loosing her. She was bright- And right now, it felt it'd never be bright again.

Silently, Chet pulled himself into the van, wordlessly. The door slid beside him and he said nothing. Trying to keep himself busy, Xavier turned the key, attempting to start up the van.

"Oh. Come on, let's go." He pleaded when the engine wouldn't turn over.

"I can't unsee that shit! It was gray matter coming out of his head, man!" Ray said, trying to suppress his concern for his silent friend sitting next to him.

"Who gives a shit! Xavier, just drive!" Montana exclaimed at the same time Trevor shouted, "Go!"

Brooke whined, fidgeting in the backseat, "It's not gonna start. We're stuck here!"

"I can't die with a guilty conscience." Chet spoke for the first time since they scolded him for wanting to find Oli. A tear ran down his cheek, but that didn't stop him from admitting, "I totally did those steroids."

"Yeah, we all fucking know!" Montana shouted.

If their predicament was doing anything, it was showing how they all handled a crisis. Brooke whined and screamed. Montana turned harsh, angry almost. Ray was wigging out and Chet seemed to be shutting down.

"Come on, baby." Xavier begged the van one last time, turning the key again. By some sort of luck, the engine turned, starting up the car. "Oh, yeah!"

Everyone cheered, trying to ignore the bad parts they'd have to mourn soon. Montana herself gave up two middle fingers, shouting a big fuck you to the evil camp.

Maybe one thing tonight could go right. They could drive right out of there. And they didn't want to give in to false hope- but maybe Oli was alright too. Maybe that scream was just one big group hallucination. Hope was the only thing that had to hold on to, and no one was going to let it go until the night was over.

As the nearly made the exit of the parking lot, a body jumped in the way. It was almost like déjà vu, except for the part where the blond swerved the van instead. The car went straight into another, crashing the vehicle.

The group scrambled out of their seats and went to check on whoever had jumped in the way. Chet didn't tell anyone, but he was disappointed when it was Rita and not Oli.

"Rita? Are you okay? Can you sit up?" Brooke inquired, helping the woman off the ground.

The nurse groaned and accepted the help, letting herself back up. She was clutching a purple cloth to a spot on her chest. She seemed like she'd been injured.

"Shit." Trevor said as he assessed the damage from the crash, "That's Margaret's car." he told them.

Ray sighed, "That ain't buffing out." He tried to joke, but no one registered it.

"He's in the infirmary." Rita finally said something. Everyone's interest piqued, wondering who he was. "I thought I locked the door, but then I heard it... the jingling. He's back." She told them, only confirming what everyone already knew.

"Wait-wait!" Chet exclaimed frantically. "The infirmary is in the opposite direction of the scream!"

Montana took a deep breath, letting a smile quirk her lips for just a second before she remembered what Brooke said, "I'm sorry Chet."

"It must've been the Night Stalker." Brooke caught on to what she was saying. Oli's scream was too shrill- too terrified. It was hard to believe she was okay with two killers on the loose.

The boy frowned. He knew was crazy, but he also wished someone would just go along with his theories. It would make him feel better.

"Okay, come on, come on, come on, come on! Come on." Xavier mumbled, as he tried to turn the engine back on, but it didn't seeme to give this time.

"Dude! Dude! It's dead." Chet told him harshly, gesturing for him to just give up and get out. It was no use wasting time on a car that wouldn't start.

"We're all gonna be dead if we don't get out of here. I got a car. It's a Rabbit, though. We won't all fit." Rita informed the group.

"I got my Ninja. I mean, I can fit someone on the back." Trevor suggested as well.

"What's a Ninja?" Brooke questioned, never hearing about it before.

"A badass motorcycle." Montana replied.

Trevor sighed, "One problem... my keys are in the cabin."

Rita nodded, "I got to get my keys, too. Somebody come with me." She asked, still holding the washcloth on her wound.

"There are two crazed killers roaming around that camp. And you want us to go back?" Ray seethed, almost dumbfounded at the idea.

"I'm not going alone." The nurse stated.

Montana rolled her eyes, "You bunch of pussies. I'll go."

"We should all go. Two groups. I mean, we're no safer out here in the open." Chet suggested, honestly just not wanting to be alone.

Trevor agreed through, "He's right. Montana, Xavier with me. The rest of you with Rita. Get the keys, get your asses back here. Got it?" He affirmed, laying out a fairly simple plan.

"Let's go."

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I was terrified.

There was no other way to describe the fear that was coursing through my body, crawling up by back and pinching every inch of my skin. I know we'd only been walking for a minute or two, but with the gun trained on me it felt like hours.

We came into a clearing- small, but still clear- and Tommy shoved me to the ground. The gun's path averted for a split second as Tommy fidgeted with it. I wasn't educated enough on armes to know what he was doing, but I knew this was an opportunity to act. So I did the first thing that came to my panicked mind- Screamed.

"Help me!" I shrieked, my voice loud enough that I was sure someone would hear it. I was quickly interrupted though, when Tommy's foot flew into my side, causing me to curl in pain.

I withered in the dirt, not caring that my clothes were probably getting dirty, which was definitely something that would have bothered me before. I continued to cry, my sobs having dissipated into a steady stream of tears. I let Tommy finish whatever he was doing, and just lied there, crying, and scared.

I was too exhausted now. Physically, emotionally, and definitely mentally. I cried over my friends, my family, my self- My entire life in its whole.

I heard Tommy's sick laugh, as he finally retrained the nozzle in my direction- This was it. I was going to die.

"Oh Oli. You knew this was going to happen; You just didn't know when." He chuckled at the sight of me crying in the leaves, "Dad was never going to love you. At least not the way he loves Sarah, the way he loves me. You knew that Olivia. You always knew."

"Please, please, please" I pleaded in a whispered as he crouched down and pressed the barrel against my forehead again, this time pushing it further. I wouldn't be surprised if It was forming a red circle in my skin, though that wouldn't matter soon- It's be covered by a bullet. "Please Tommy you don't have to do this. This isn't you! This is dad!"

"That's where you're wrong. This was my idea- But I wasn't too surprised when he agreed"

Another cry left my lips as I tried to crawl backwards away from my brother, but he just followed me. Consistent whimpers escaped my lips, the cried not subsiding for a second. If I didn't stop soon, I'd probably start choking on my own sobs.

"Don't cry. Don't cry Olivia." He cooed with another sadistic chuckle. If he wasn't drunk, I would think he was psychotic- And maybe he was. But that didn't really matter now.

He crouched down closer this time, gritting his teeth next to my ear, and pushing the gun as hard as he could into my skin, "No one is going to miss Daddy's little mistake."

I closed my eyes, one last tear dripping down my cheek as I braced myself for the shot. As I heard the chamber click, a warm liquid suddenly poured onto my face, startling me from my cries.

I heard something tumble beside me, and hesitantly lifted my eyelids. It was hard to see at first, the liquid coating my eyelashes so they were almost stuck shut. As my gaze adjusted, I saw Tommy lying on the ground next to where I was sitting. A slit ran horizontally across his throat, and his right ear was missing, a gaping wound in its place.

That's when I realized that the mysterious liquid was actually his blood- I was coated in my own brother's thick blood. I panicked, eyes darting up, the sight in front of me only inciting more panic.

My breath hitched as I made out out the shape of a very tall man, draped in a thick black rain coat standing over me, crimson covered knife dangling from one of his hands. Too shocked to move, I looked up at his face, horrified for a number of reasons.

I expected Jingles to kill me next. Steal my ear like he'd done to Tommy's and leave me there, bleeding out next to my brother. He didn't move anything though, only stared at me with his piercing eyes before speaking one word.

"Run"

I wasn't going to protest a killer.

Mustering as much energy as I could, I pushed myself from the dirt and dashed past the man, not bothering to look back. I wasn't sure what kind of game we were playing. Maybe he was going to follow me, hunt me down like a wild animal- I wasn't going to stick around and find out though.

Still dripping in Tommy's blood, I tore through the forest in the direction of the path. The only logic my brain could handle was heading the down the way I came, hoping to find someone or something that could get me out of there. I was still exhausted like before, but a surge of adrenaline was pushing me forwards, reminding me to keep going.

I'd escaped Tommy- Not under circumstances I wanted, but escaped regardless. I could make it.

I just had to survive the night.

an
again it's the end of an episode. oli wasn't really around for the show's parts of episode two so it went faster. anyways poor tommy. i say that as if he isn't trying to kill his sister.