"THE PIT"
AKA; SLASHDANCE PT. 2

With Trevor's help, Xavier was slowly lowered into the spiky pit, making his best attempts to avoid the dangerous objects. He slid along the crumbly slide, just barely making it without an injury. I cringed, worried for him now too, even though I was the one that sent him down.

He walked over to the boy, who I'm sure would be bouncing with joy if he could still move. 

"I thought I was done." He laughed through the tears, "I thought that was it."

I inhaled sharply at his words. An hour before I'd felt the same, with Tommy's gun pressed firmly into my head- I hated the idea of Chet feeling the same way.

"It's okay. Everything's gonna be okay." Xavier assured before assessing the injury to Chet's shoulder. I couldn't see it as well from where I was standing at the edge of the hole, but it must've been pretty bad based on his reaction, "Damn, that looks gnarly."

"It was him. It was Jingles. Ray- he fell in here, too, but he left me." Chet explained to us frantically, causing me to furrow my brows.

"No, we just saw Ray. He said you guys were separated." I stated, confused. I believed what Chet was saying, as Ray was running from this direction, but it was still a little jarring that Ray had lied.

"He's got issues, Oli. He's got serious fucking issues." The boy exclaimed through gritted teeth, trying to speak through the obvious pain.

Xavier clicked his tongue, still searching for a way to help, and still coming up short, "I feel like we're gonna need a real doctor down here to get you off this." He said through Chet's groans.

Somewhere in the forest, a twig snapped under someone's foot. My mind immediately went to the worse as Trevor and I both snapped our heads in the sound's direction.

"Shh, shh, shh. Someone's coming." The man beside me informed the boys down in the pit.

"Shit." I whispered, "Xav, you gotta hurry up!" I cried

Chet's eyes went wide, alarmed by our warnings, "It's him. It's Jingles. You got to get me out of here!"

Xavier panicked, "I've never done this before. I don't want to kill him!" He exclaimed.

I took a couple deep breaths to try and calm myself down from the severity of the situation. I just wanted Chet out of the pit, that's all I was focused on. We could worry about whoever was in the woods after.

"Better you than Jingles!" Trevor replied back, making my eyes wide.

"What!" I protested, but they ignored me.

"If I kill you, I'm so sorry." Xavier mumbled to the boy, not super sure of himself. I pinched the skin on my leg, focusing on that pain as a distraction.

"Just get me off of it." Chet whispered back.

I heard Xavier sigh, and take a moment to prepare himself- like we even had one to spare. "On three. Okay? Ready?" He inquired

Second guessing the idea, Chet suddenly changed his mind, "No, no, wait, wait-" He tried, but Xavier paid no mind.

"Three!"

He yanked Chet's body forward with all his strength, pulling him so he was standing as best he could. I winced at the scene, taking a step backwards and slapping my hand over my mouth to stifle a cry. A tear ran over my fingers, still scared shitless.

The footsteps beyond the trees grew closer, more and more leaves crunching under the heavy strides. Trevor turned back to the pit, reaching down to help Xavier lift Chet out of the hole.

"He's coming. Let's go, let's go." He rushed, grabbing my boy's hand and lifting him.

His body erupted with groans and screams of pain and I could only imagine what he was feeling right now. I tried to shush him as he was hulled over the edge, but they were fruitless as he continued to scream.

Yanking him by the good shoulder, I did what I could to pull him away from the edge as Trevor helped Xavier out next. I placed my dirt caked hands on either side of Chet's face, hoping it'd be comforting. He continued to groan anyway.

Once Xavier was out, him and Trevor dragged the injured boy behind a tree, wincing and moaning the whole way. I pressed one of my hands over his mouth while he propped up against the stump.

"You gotta be quiet," I pleaded.

"Hey, hey, hey, Chet." Xavier whispered, tossing his jacket halfheartedly over the boy's shoulder before he put a finger to his lips, "Shh."

A figure revealed it self from the trees parallel to where we where hiding, peering over the side of the pit like we'd just done. I could make out a chunk of keys sitting on the belt, and I recognized the stature as the man who'd slit my brother's throat.

"We could take him. There's four of us." Trevor muttered to us. I furrowed a brow at that idea, wondering how we would even manage.

Xavier seemed to catch my drift and gave the man a weird look, "Chet can barely move and Jingles has a knife." He reminded.

Trevor smirked, lifting up his body from the crouch and pounding on his biceps, "His knife versus my guns!"

He ran from our hiding spot, heading straight for Jingles. I pinched the bridge of my nose and rolled my eyes, Xavier mumbling a 'what the fuck' under his breath. I removed my hand from Chet's mouth and watched in awe as Trevor body-checked the man standing over the hole, sending him straight into the pit.

The harsh crunch of flesh carried from below, making me cringe. Albeit, I was relieved, and once again thankful for Trevor.

"Welcome to your own petard, asshole!" He called out to Jingles.

"Holy shit! That was awesome!" Xavier exclaimed, as awestruck as I was. He went to high five the man, leaving me behind with Chet.

"Are you bleeding?" Chet managed to ask me through breaths, obviously struggling with pain from his shoulder injury, "Why are you all covered in blood?"

A stray chuckle escaped my lips, and I used the pad of my thumb to wipe a tear from my cheeks, "I'm fine. Move now, questions later."

He slung his good arm over my shoulder, slowly standing up with me. Although it hurt a little to support his weight, I did it anyway and without protest. I'd be a pretty bitchy girlfriend if I didn't at least try.

We limped over to Trevor and Xavier who were still celebrating over Jingles death.

"Oh. Hey. You shouldn't be moving around, man." Xavier said, letting Chet lean on him a little bit so it wasn't all on me.

I avoided looking in the pit. I couldn't handle anymore death for one day. My eyes darted over to a mask sitting beside the hole that wasn't there before Jingles walked by. Crouching down and grasping the rubber, I turned it over in my hands to see it perfectly imitated the face of the killer.

"Shit," I drawled, voice wavering in fear, "That wasn't Jingles."

✗✗✗

Momentarily ditching the "Get Bertie and Margaret" plan, Trevor and Xavier helped Chet into the infirmary. I held the door to the room where the hiker was previously situated, closing it behind me as they laid the boy down on the bed.

I went straight for the cabinets, hoping to help them find bandages or anything that might aid our situation. Trevor stopped me, pushing my shoulder towards the basin across the room.

"Here," He said, placing a wash cloth into my grasp.

I wanted to stay back, seeing Xavier cut the white t-shirt away from his body to reveal the wound- But I did as I was told, running cold water on the fabric and using it to wipe some of the blood off my face.

"You're gonna be okay." Xavier cooed.

Chet coughed a few times, wincing as the blond pushed gauze into the hole. I looked away, glancing into the metal sheet above the sink that was meant to act as a mirror. I rushed the cloth around my features, not bothering to be meticulous.

"I don't feel so good. Is this what dying feels like?" Chet wondered airily, causing me to toss the washcloth and crouch down next to the bed.

"You're not gonna die." I affirmed, clutching his good hand in both of mine, and rubbing circles on his skin with my thumbs.

"Yeah. Trevor knows what he's doing." Xavier faked a smile, looking towards the older man hopefully. I wasn't sure he knew what he was doing when he gave both Xavier and I a look.

"Oli. Olivia?" The boy breathed, weakly curling his fingers in my palm. I reverted my attention and nodded for him to continue, "If I die, I want you to know-"

"Stop it! Stop. Do not go all little bitch on me- you're not going to die!" I interrupted frantically, voice breaking halfway through.

I didn't know if that was true- hell I'd be surprised if any of us made it through the night- but he needed some sort of reassurance, and honestly- I did too.

Especially when his head dropped and his hand went slack in mine. He was unresponsive, and my mouth went agape. A rouge tear rolled over my cheek, moving my hands to shake him, "Shit!"

"Chet? Chet?" Xavier joined me, both of us trying wake him from what we hoped was just sleep.

"God, he's lost a lot of blood." Trevor commented, but I wasn't so sure that's what it was this time.

I whimpered as the blond boy said, "He's dead. Should've let him say whatever he was gonna say Oli!"

I cried out, gripping his hand again, and slapping my free one over my mouth to stifle the sobs.

Trevor tucked two of his fingers under Chet's chin, checking his pulse. He placed a comforting pat to my shoulder "Not quite."

He reached back into the cabinet behind, coming out with a syringe filled with a yellow tinged liquid. I was curious as to what his plan was, but didn't ask any questions yet- I'd trusted him all night, I wasn't going to stop now.

Trevor pulled the bottom a bit, before lifting the needle over his head and preparing to put in Chet's chest.

I panicked, "What the fuck are you doing?" I questioned at the same time Xavier blocked the path and said, "Whoa! Whoa!"

Trevor shrugged, like we were just supposed to understand why he was trying to send a syringe into our friend and replied, "It's epinephrine for, like, peanut allergies and shit. It's pure adrenaline."

Xavier raised a brow, "You sure it's gonna work?"

I bit my lip hopefully and in anticipation of his answer. I was no doctor, but I was still weary of this idea.

Trevor sighed, "It's not gonna make him worse."

Xavier and I no longer protested, knowing he was probably right. And at that point, I probably would've done anything Trevor suggested, just wanting Chet to live as long as he could.

Trevor reeled his hand back again before plunging the needle into the left side of Chet's chest, not too far from his heart. He injected the liquid into his veins, then removed his hand from the tube, letting it stick out from my boy's body. He leaned back, and we all silently sat for a moment, waiting for a sign that it worked.

When nothing seemed to happen, my body relaxed, but not in a good way. Shoulders falling, I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his hand, and silently letting the tears fall again.

Xavier sighed too, "It didn't work."

Almost the second the words tumbled from his lips, I felt the hand below my forehead fly away, startling my head back up. Chet's body flew forward, a scream erupting, causing the three of us watching to move backward in shock.

I laughed nervously, my emotional responses completely shutting down. Xavier mumbled a 'what the fuck'.

"What just happened?" Chet cried, yanking the syringe from his chest and letting it stop to the side, landing in the floor next to me. "Feels like my heart's beating out of my chest."

The uninjured members of our quad lowered him back onto the bed slowly as Xavier remarked, "At least it's beating"

Chet coughed a couple more times, and was obviously still in pain from the gaping hole in his shoulder. The injection may have given him an energy surge, but it was no long term cure.

Trevor huffed, "We need Ray and Montana to get here with the cops now." He said, Xavier and I nodding in agreement.

Chet groaned, "Ray's a chode. He left me to die. Said the cops are looking for him- told me he killed someone in college."

I shuddered at the thought, second guessing if we should've trusted Ray with retrieving help. Why would he go for the exact people looking for him? And if he ditched Chet, I had no doubt he ditch us too.

Xavier cocked his head, "And I thought making porn was bad." He muttered.

We all shot questioning looks in his direction, and I wondered if I was even hearing him right. At the same time, Trevor, Chet and I questioned, "What?"

"What?" Xavier repeated back, acting like he hadn't said anything, "Nothing."

I wanted to question further- in fact I was going to- but he sprung up from his squat before I got the chance.

"Oh my God! Porn! Blake! The guy with the spike through his eye! He-he drove here in his Cadillac. The keys are still in the car. It's parked right by the showers. We have a way out!" He exclaimed happily at his epiphany.

"The who with the what?" I inquired, eyebrows furrowed in question, "Can we circle back to the porn thing?"

Trevor ignored me, standing up as well and stating, "Okay. Let's grab Margaret and Bertie, and then we'll head to the car." He decided.

Xavier huffed, "What if we're too late?" He wondered.

"That's what I said- but you both seem to have a Margaret obsession!" I hissed playfully, though I was only half joking.

Chet attempted to heave himself up, coughing a little more in process, "All right, let's go-"

I shoved his chest back down, and the other boys joined me, settling him back on the cot.

"Hey, no." Xavier whispered, turning to grab a blanket from a nearby shelf. Trevor and I  helped drape the fabric over Chet, hoping it'd make him feel a little better.

"Here." The blond said, straightening it out, "Don't be an idiot. You're way too messed up."

"Oli, you stay here with him," Trevor told me, handing me a pair of scissors. I looked at the supply weird but nodded anyway.

"You guys lie low. I'll go get Bertie." Xavier informed us.

Trevor bobbed his head, "And I'll get Margaret. Then we'll circle back around for you two, okay? We'll all meet at the car."

The blond boy pointed at the scissors in my hand, "For protection." He said.

I rolled my eyes, crouching back down next to the cot and tossing them on top of Chet's body. Not sure how I was supposed to protect myself from two serial killers with fabric scissors, but whatever.

"Okay." I complied, "Be safe."

an
aaaaand we finally get them alone. i actually intended for oli to be dating but her story and personality was more compatible with chet.
tbh though, paying more attention to chet has made me start to like him too. maybe after i'll do a xavier story though, he's still the one i'm in love with.