Page 26 of Game of Revenge

Bates walks by us dressed to start. He jumps into the unmarked van and drives off.

“I still think having them park at the bottom of the driveway is brills,” Blakely says with a giggle. She's practically bouncing on her toes.

“Yes. This way we can dispose of their vehicles or, in Ricky's case, his rental. Still find it odd the nine of them worked together to beat Brian, but didn't carpool here.”

My thoughts are spiraling and I just want to get this night started already. We still have much to do, and I'm starting to itch.

The van lights shine along the driveway, and I check that everyone has a mask on. Bates parks the unmarked van in front of the cabin, and we all prepare to put on the show of a lifetime.

Chuck walks forward to open the side door of the van, and people begin piling out.

Shayna and Ricky are fighting, and Shaun tells them to shut up. I wonder if Shayna knows that Ricky's been secretly fucking Shaun.

Talk about a hypocrite. They have been secretly sleeping together for ten years.

“Welcome to the Riot Wars, please follow me to the table to the right. There you will find your own masks and accessories,” Francis says in a fake as hell hostess tone.

One by one they follow her, laughing, and talking excitedly about winning the cash prize. Idiots. You'd think after the Murder House, they wouldn't sign up for a secret, exclusive cash prize game.

The FBI is still looking for us, but they will never find us. Carrie’s dad is really good at what he does.

He stayed home for this one, but he was more than happy to help us with supplies and ideas to make them scream even louder.

“Now, as was stated on the sign up no phones are permitted here, not that you would have any signal, but please place your devices in this lockbox.”

Meyer's walks over to everyone collecting phones and a random tablet.

“How do we win the money? Do we have to share profits if it's a tie?” Ricky bursts out. He's practically vibrating at the thought of all that money.

Too bad it's all fake. I mean the money is completely real, but he won't be getting it. Over my dead body.

“Right, now for the rules. There aren't any. Follow the red lights to the trees. There will be something waiting for you on the bark.”

Some of the football players grab masks and fake blades. Ricky opts for a fake bat, and I can't help but smile at the irony.

Shayna picks up a Nerf gun, and Shaun grabs a plastic mallet.

We wait for them to start the trek through the fields and into the trees. The light from the moon is bright, but the glow from the red lamps helps guide their steps for now.

When they are a good distance away, we follow them slowly. Blakely is swinging arms with Francis, and the guys are watching her every step.

The first scream hits my ears, and I grin, picking up the pace a little. Someone laughs, talking about the spider web and I wait for the drugs to hit their system.

I grab Tray’s arm and nod toward the place Craig has been stewing. “Why don't we start this hunt off with a bang,” I suggest, and Blakely claps.

“You boys have fun. Us girls are going to go look for defenseless little lambs.”

Blakely, Francis, Bates and Chuck go off toward the pits as Meyers stays with us.

“Here, Craigy,” I called out into the dimly lit woods. “Come out, come out,” I taunt and hear a faint whimper to the right.

“Who… who are you?” he croaks and holds his hand up to cover his eyes as I swing a flashlight over him.

“Ah, look at the poor helpless, dick,” Meyer's calls with a grin.

Moving my bat, I shut my light off and step back.

“I suggest you get moving, Craigy. I'll give you a one minute head start before I start breaking bones.”

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