Chapter #8Lured By Legion by: Sly F   You hold your breath as you creep around the old abandoned skiing lodge, terrified of making a single sound.
You know all about the vicious gang known as "The Legion" and how these are their favorite hunting grounds. You've heard the stories about troubled foster child Frank Morrison going to a party thrown by pretty, popular Julie Kostenko. At the party, Julie introduced Frank to her friends Susie and Joey. Once the four were all together, they brought out the worst in each other, enabling their sociopathic tendencies.
It didn't take long after that for the young delinquents to graduate from petty vandals and thieves to bloodthirsty murderers.
You make your way around the dilapidated old bulldozer blocking your view. There's a mostly collapsed structure just ahead, and you can hear the sound of a partially repaired generator engine behind what's left of the wood and brick walls.
But when you make your way around the nearest wall, you freeze, not from the cold but from fear when you see her.
She's facing away from you, her colorful outfit standing out in your gray environment.
The first thing you notice is her tight leather pants, the color of blood and the color of passion. They leave practically nothing to the imagination, clinging around every muscle in her legs and her curvy haunches. There's ornate designs in gold thread up and down her long legs and a gold and scarlet sash around her tiny waist. The small of her back is covered in bone white body paint, and the sleeves of her black shirt are cut off to show off the white and black body paint making her arms appear skeletal. She has on a decorative head scarf covered in golden illustrations of bones and skulls.
Slowly, you try to back away, but the snow crunches under your foot and she spins around towards the sound.
Her black top is torn off at the middle, showing off an athletic abdomen also smeared with white body paint. There's a lacey white decoration over the decolletage of her large, round breasts. She's wearing either a mask or face paint that resembles a Dia de Los Muertos candy skull.
Then you notice the sharp stone blade and the blood all over her hands.
She cocks her head to the side and you can tell she's looking right at you.
You turn around and run as fast as your legs will carry you. Behind you, heavy metal music plays from an iPod or Zune or whatever the portable music player attached to Julie's hip is.
You run between two broken-down segments of what used to be wall, grabbing a heavy wooden panel resting against one and pulling it down to block the gap, hoping that deters Julie long enough to at least buy you a few seconds.
Most of the enormous windows in front of the main lodge have been reduced to just broken shards still clinging to the frames. You step through one and make your way to the roaring fireplace in the center of the lobby. You have no idea who set it, but you're grateful for its warmth. If only for the few seconds before you can hear Julie's music again and see the bright colors of her costume approaching through the snow.
Without thinking, you run to the nearest set of stairs and climb them. At the top, you duck into the first guest room along the hall. There's a locker against one wall spray painted blood red. Trying hard to open the door slowly enough that the hinges don't creak, you squeeze inside it and pull the door softly but securely shut.
You hear the sound of Julie's music and fashionable but practical black heels coming up the stairs. You hear her run past the guest room you're hiding in, and for a moment you're ready to breathe a sigh of relief.
But then you hear her double back, and then you see her through the grate of your hiding place. And you could swear she's looking right at you.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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