Chapter: Nineteen.

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"Nick!"

The boy jumped at the sound of his name. He's been sitting in the dirty mud for almost an hour now, he's tried to find his way out the cornfield but it seems the deeper he went the more lost he got. When he gave up on trying he sat down, turned his phone flashlight on and waited for his friends to get to him or even for the breaking of dawn then perhaps he might be able to make his way out.

"Nick!"

His name again.

Nick stood up and tried to see if he is just hearing things or was someone really calling him.

"Nick!"

"Guys!" Nick started running towards the sound of the voice, a huge smile on his face, finally, they got here. He was really terrified sitting down there all alone. "Where are you guys?!" He asked but never stopped running.

"Follow the sounds of my voice, Nick!"

"Well duh of course I am," Nick chuckled. "Jon is that you?!" Nick was exhausted from running, he kept panting so hard he thought he would faint.

"Nick!"

"Shit, I dropped my phone!" Nick yelled back and went digging the dirt blindly in search of his phone.

"Just leave it!"

"No. I can't Bro, give me a sec, guys!" Nick went on both knees and crawled on the dirty earth trying to locate the phone but couldn't find it. "Fuck!" He cursed loudly.

"Nick!!"

"I can't find it!" He yelled his frustration as he got back on his feet.

"Just leave the fucking phone!"

"Don't see any other choice," Nick whispered and started jogging down the rolls of dried corn once again, he was panting hard the crescent moon doing absolutely nothing to give it light seeing as it was too dark out. Nick kept running as if he knew the direction he was meant to run towards. Nick felt a certain cool breeze coming from a few distances away, he smiled and somehow he knew he was reaching a clearing or maybe even a roadside.

"How on earth did he get this deep into the field?!" Nick wondered

"Good boy Nick."

The voice called and Nick busts out from the cornfield and stumbled into a dirty unfamiliar dusty road. Nick looked to his left and right in search of the voice that had led him safely out but found none.

"Where are you guys?!" Nick called into the night and listened to his voice echo around him for a while before the moonlight reflects a flying object in the sky. It looked like a bat at first as Nick tried to make out what it really was. "What kind of a bat flies that fast?" Nick was confused. He took one step backward to run back the way he came but it was too late. The flying pitchfork stabbed into his stomach and came out from his back. Nick coughed out blood and cried blood even from his nostrils as he fell deeper into the sharp fork. He wasn't dead yet until he saw the shadowy figure blocking his little line of views.

Jameson smirked then with one pull dragged the pitchfork out from the dying boy's stomach making Nick fall on his back into the dirt road his blood a pool of red surrounding him.

"It's nap time Nick." Jameson kneeled beside the boy. "Only this time you won't be waking up ever again." Jameson raised his dagger then dropped it into the boy's chest and very gently tore the chest open.

Once he had the heart, Jameson dropped it into his shoulder bag and walked back to the cornfield.

He never gets lost.

He knows everywhere as he is everywhere.

"Nighty Nighty Nicky boy." Jameson laughed.

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Both boys opened their eyes at once. The first expression on their faces was that of confusion which was quickly followed by shock and then acknowledgment then lastly Fear. They tried to wriggle free but failed miserably, stopping at the sounds of the creaking door.

They both stared at the door to see who their capturer was.

"What the Fuck man!" Sebastian yelled as he saw who had just made his appearance known.

"What's going on?!" Jon asked terrified at who he saw.

"It was you all along, wasn't it?!" Sebastian asked as the other boy paced around the room.

"Jameson, if this is a joke please stop." Jon reasoned as the said boy stood right in front of him.

"A joke. Hanging upside down on a cross. Are you both really that stupid?!" Jameson smiled a cocky one.

"This isn't funny Jameson let us down!" Sebastian yelled.

"You are always one to talk, Sebastian." Jameson faced the boy. "For your sake, I hope you've got what it takes to back it up now." Jameson walked back to the door to stare at both boys once again as he wondered where, to begin with, them.

"What it takes?!" Sebastian mocked. "God, you are one sick twisted piece of Shit!"

Jameson ignored him and stared on as if they weren't even there.

"How the Fuck did you even get us tied up by the way?" Jon asked.

"Finally someone with a brain." Jameson pulled out a black duffle bag from under the bench and dropped it at his foot then bent down to unzip the bag. "You see while you two sleeping beauties were having your little princess slumber party I had come in and made you both inhale enough drugs to put you out for a while." Jameson stopped talking to look at the contents of his bag with a smile like those of a demon glued on his face. "Where was I? Ah, I remember. So as I was saying once you both have had your feel of my medicine I had specially created this cross for you and then hung you on it, end of the story." Jameson stood up to take off his jacket. Once he's done that he dropped it on the floor.

"Where is Nick?!" Sebastien asked.

"Don't worry he's fine." Jameson smiled. "Here let me show you." Jameson opened his shoulder bag and brought out the still fresh bleeding heart of their friend.

"I-Is that--." Jon tried to speak but failed as he heaved from his mouth only to have his face covered in his own barf.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.!" Sebastien chanted.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Jameson asked as he stared at the heart. "He'll be joining the others soon."

"You're sick man, sick. You need help." Sebastian cried.

"I know, but it's just too bad you both wouldn't be the ones doing the helping." Jameson dropped the heart carefully into his bag once again and then went over to the duffle bag on the floor, he stared at it for a while before reaching inside it and pulling out a sharp kitchen knife then he faced the boys and walked towards them smiling as they tried to break loose.

"What are you going to do to us?" Sebastian's voice shook as he spoke.

"Please don't do this Jameson," Jon begged his own tears mixing with the horrid stench of his barf.

"Don't worry guys this will be fun and soon you both will be joining Nick and everyone else I have killed." Jameson used his knife to slash their shirts off and the pieces of fibers dropped on the floor littered with dried grass, then he went to work on their pants. Jameson tore the pants loose and cut them out from their bodies both boys sweaty and shaky. "Stop moving around too much!" Jameson warned as he tore the thin fibers of their boxer briefs off. "Now that's better." He smiled and went back to stand at the door his bag of knives right in front of him.

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