Camp Terror: Spikes

Following the loss of her left little finger, Erin was at breaking point.

The sex hungry terrorists just made it even worse.

The blonde girl with freakishly long hair had been led back into the hostage zone where she quickly found her young cousin, Ollie. The young boy had done what he was told and not moved from the spot in which Erin had told him to stay.

            “They cause you any trouble?” she asked whilst walking up to him.

            “Nope, they took you and left,” Ollie explained. “But why take you?”

            “To get at Connor,” she replied, showing the kid her bandaged hand. “I can now only count to nine on my fingers.”

            “Ouch. That was a bit harsh,” Ollie noted.

            “But it worked,” Erin stated sadly. “He gave them what they were after…and its all my fault.”

            “Yes it was,” Dom’s voice chilled from behind her. “Why don’t you come with us and we’ll make it all better.”

            “I ain’t going anywhere with you freaks,” she snarled as the encircled her. After a quick sigh she stated grumpily, “I am so getting tired of this!”

Without thinking about it, or the rule Tom had placed upon them, Erin released two spikes into her hands from her wrist. Suddenly the terrorists weren’t quite as eager to approach her, but still wanted to try and forcefully bed her.

“When will the world learn not to mess with an hormonal teenage Protector?” she asked aloud as a number of terrorists began to close the distance between them. Without warning, two of them ended up with a spike spear implanted to their foreheads. “Who’s next?” she shrugged while forming a small spike in her left hand and another spear in her right.

            “All at once!” Dom called to his men.

They were hesitant to begin with, but they quickly realised that they were more scared of Dom and his torture methods than actual death. Erin took advantage of this and took down each dude, one by one; each with a well placed spear to the head.

That left only Dom.

“You ready for your spike?” Erin smiled sweetly. “You do owe me a finger.”

            “Go on then,” Dom stated, confident that she couldn’t do it to someone she knew by name.

Before he could flinch Erin was on top of him, forcing him to the ground. “This is for my finger,” she snarled before dulling the end of the spike and bringing it down quickly and inefficiently upon his forehead. And she repeated this process multiple times before giving up with the dull approach and just sharpening it and shoving it straight into the space between his eyes.

She turned and pointed at two random hostages and beckoned them forwards, which they complied with, albeit with extreme caution. “I’m going to cut my way out,” Erin informed them. “No one else can escape through the hole or they will be shot dead by the terrorists.”

            “Won’t you?” one of the women asked.

            “Nope. I do this for a living. I can get in and-or out of places without being seen,” Erin explained. “And besides, I am but one person. Imagine how obvious it would be if a couple dozen of you ran out.”

            “It would be a bloodbath,” Ollie chimed in.

            “You’re staying to,” Erin ordered. “I’m pretty sure I saw Connie in there somewhere when I was walking back through. Find her.”

            “Got it,” Ollie and the pair of random hostages stated in unison.

           

Quickly, Erin cut a hole in the fence and legged it out across the fields towards the woods, while back at the hostage centre, the girl and her mother watched as Ollie headed off in the opposite direction. “You heard the girl Gems,” the older women stated.

            “Yes mum, prevent the people in here from leaving and running to their death,” Gemma replied with a massive smirk on across her face. “So they clearly do not know what is going on.”

            “It won’t be long before our murderer becomes over confident and reveals himself to Tom,” Claire explained.

            “Matt and Leo were always way too far too cocky for their own good,” Gemma agreed as the two of them began creating a force field over the newly created hole.