Volume #1: The Girl In The Raincoat

'And despite the shock of his sudden crash, Doctor Spellman is expected to make a full recovery without issue. When interviewed about his crash, he replied that he hopes that people will learn from Bobby Jack's unfortunate crash that drinking and driving can only lead to tragedy and horror. Just because they were fortunate enough to survive does not mean everybody will be so fortunate. While the source of the truck's destruction is still unknown, authorities are not ruling out falling rubble and the investigation into the safety of the cliff road is being revised.'

"Now what the fuck does it say about me that I find this whole thing fucking hilarious?" Cecily Kristina Trent asked while she took ammunition out of the box, pocketed it and replaced it with blanks before sliding the shelf shut. This lovely ball of sunshine is currently wearing an all black hooded tracksuit complete with boots and gloves. The only part of her that isn't completely black was her primarily white mask complete with drawn on black eyebrows, bright pink lips and painted on Glasgow smile. "I mean, I've driven on that road, right? It's an open road! How the fuck do you crash a truck on it? Shit, why would you even be driving an 18 wheeler on it? That's just asking for a disaster to happen!"

"The moron was drunk off his ass, it happens. He's lucky to be alive though. The odds of that must've been about one in a million." Gerald Lee Watson replied. This heavyset mammoth of a man was dressed similarly to Cecily with the exception of wearing a latex Frankenstein's Monster mask, green with fake 'bolts' dotted around it. He was currently picking the lock of a case with a shotgun inside of it until he finally got it and he slid open the door and swapped out the shells for fakes, closed the door and locked it. He patted the case and stood up and brushed off his knees. "Anyway, that's it for these. What's next?"

"The ladies are setting up the cameras now while Marm's scoping the basement. We're going to put on one hell of a show this time. For right now, I say we go look at what else we can grab down here before we move on."

Gerald grabbed his phone, turned it off and placed it back in his pocket. "Right-o! Let's mosey."


Fern Kellen Garland hummed to herself while she placed the cute little teddy bear with the hidden cameras inside of it on the shelf with the collection of stuffed animals the cabin's owners already kept there. Completely inconspicuous but it would capture everything all the same. Plus it was just downright hilarious to pull this old trick on people. For some reason nobody ever expected it despite nanny cams still being a thing. With the camera pens in place and the one they placed in the bathroom that was this room all ready to go. The clown mask wearing young lady in the black jumpsuit merrily skipped out of the room and waved to her partner in crime, Mariel Mortimer Gilliam.

Mariel was a tall and lanky woman who stood with Gerald as the tallest of their little family. She wore the same hooded jumpsuit as the others with a latex devil mask on her face.

Mariel waved back to her as she stepped out of a room she'd placed the cameras in then showed her the ammo she'd stolen. "Boy are these guys going to be in for a surprise when they get home." She giggled. "So how about you? Everything good on your end?"

She saluted.

"You know, you can talk. It's just us here."

"Sorry. Just getting into character. I'm an actress you know."

"Who killed a supposed rival for upstaging her."

"And to get into the group." Fern reminded her. "Besides, she had it coming. Bitch couldn't carry a tune in a bucket and yet they put her in over me. Never made sense to me. I went and solved that problem though didn't I?"

"You sure did girl, you sure did and we're glad to have you with us." She laughed and pocketed the ammo. "Come on let's keep going and see what else we can get into."


Marmaduke Art Summers moonwalked through the basement while keeping an eye out for anything that could be of use. So far he'd seen some old books, board games, furniture, a shovel, a rake, some power tools, a weed whacker and general gardening tools but nothing they needed to be too concerned about. They'd hide the tools, set up the cameras and they would be ready to go. He stopped dancing and got to work.


The masks eventually met back up in the cabin's living room and he handed them the tools. "I'm all good on my end, how about you?"

"Ready to go."

"All set."

"Everything's ready."

"Mission is go."


"Excellent. Let's hide these tools, step out and wait."


While leaving the cabin, they made a note to re-lock it and hide the key in the same place before walking off into the woods to wait.



After a few hours of waiting in shifts, Gerald finally saw the cars pull up to the cabin and pulled out his walkie-talkie. "They're heeeeere!"

"Excellent. We'll keep an eye on them for now but don't make any moves yet. We wait until nightfall to make our move." Marm replied.

"Gotcha. I'm out." He turned it off and pulled his mask up to eat some jerky.


"I don't get why we can't just ice them now or blow up the cabin or something." Fern reasoned.

The others looked at her like she was crazy. "Oh my dear, dear, girl. You have so much to learn about what we do. It's a performance, alright? A performance. Our audience expects a certain amount of presentation before the end. Sure a quickie can be fun and all that but you don't want to blow the audience's load too early. Work up to it. Have some fun with it before the climax." Mariel explained to her.

"Gee, thanks for that specific wording, Mariel."

"You're welcome."

"Just hold onto that bloodlust, girl. We are going to paint that cabin red tonight. I guarantee it." Marm assured her.

Jameson Cymone Southgate parked his silver 2011 RS5 Audi in front of the cabin smooth as silk and turned off the rap music he'd had playing. "Ladies and gents, we have arrived! Southgate Sunny House Cabin!" Standing 6' 4" tall, and athletically built with bronzed skin, Jameson always has an air of fun about him.
He has a handsome chiseled face with a cleft chin, a flat nose, large ears, defined cheekbones and thin lips. His brown eyes are large, and he has neat eyebrows. His dark brown hair is short and kept well combed.

From the outside his cabin looks luxurious. It has been built with white pine wood and has tan stone decorations. Large, triangular windows add to the overall look of the house and have been added to the house in a very symmetric way. The cabin is equipped with a large kitchen and bathrooms, it also has a warm living room, five bedrooms, a large basement and a roomy dining room.


Jilly Lora Walton took off sleeping mask and batted her eyes as she woke up. "Mmmuh? This it? We finally here?" Standing 6' 1" tall, and solidly-seixly built with tan skin, this lovely has a haughty, if tired at the moment, feel about her. She has an angular face with a square jaw, a straight nose, and angled lips. Her blue eyes are icy and she has fancy eyebrows. Her blonde hair is short and thick, and is tied back. She wears fancy, attention grabbing, form fitting clothes that are that are vividly-colored and show off her figure. "Sorry, I feel asleep." She yawned. "But this place looks awesome! Really, I cannot wait for the grand tour!"

"Mi casa es su casa, babe!" He grinned. "You guys are going to love it here. This is one of the coolest places ever!" Jameson stepped out of the car, closed his door and then walked around the car to open Jilly's door for her.


"Seen it all before. Six friends go to a cabin. Is Tamara Home?" Alisya Elroy Hill asked with a smirk on her face as she bookmarked her Detective Sullivan: The Case Of The Priestess Of Pain! Novel and shut it. Standing tall and of average build with fair skin, Alisya has an out of place feel about her.
She has an oval face, a well-formed nose, and very thin lips. Her green eyes are prominent and she has curled eyebrows.
She has long, straight, light brown hair. She usually wears immaculate, sporty clothes that are mostly light-coloured and poorly-fitting, and she wears fancy jewelry. She is usually seen wearing a custom-made hat and horn rimmed glasses.

Dyson Lesia Austin kissed her cheek. "You're the poet of legends, babe." He complimented her. Standing short and slender with fair skin, Dyson has a responsible feel about him. He has a narrow face and nose, and thin lips. His hazel eyes are narrow and he has groomed eyebrows. His fine black hair is shoulder length and slick. He usually wears immaculate, unique clothes that are mostly neutral-coloured and loose and flowing.

"And you are a sweetheart. That was a haiku though." She replied while Jilly stepped out. The couple hopped out after them while the bright red 2017 Honda Civic Hatchback nearby opened its doors and Parker Thompson Belanger and Joanne Kimberlee Brent stepped out.

Standing 6' 3" tall, and with olive skin, Parker has a focused feel about him. He has a wide face, a pointed nose, and full lips. His green eyes are large and he has thick eyebrows. His brown hair is short and curly, and is unconventionally styled. He usually wears immaculate, masculine clothes that are mostly light-coloured and modest.

Standing short and of average build with dark skin, Joanne has a possessed feel about her. She has a long face, a turned-up nose, and thin lips. Her brown eyes are triangular and she has no nice eyebrows. Her brown hair is mid-back length and fine, and is usually braided. She usually wears old, formal clothes that are mostly light-coloured and loose, and she wears goggles. She is usually seen wearing personalized clothing.


"Oh thank God we're finally here man! I need to stretch my legs and piss like a racehorse!" Joanne joke while she stretched her arms. "Yo James! Where's the bathroom?"

"I told you not to get that shake!" He called back with a laugh. "Bathroom's right inside! Right around the corner, end of the hallway. We've got several!"

"You want me to get your bags then?" Parker offered.

"Just for a minute." She replied. "Super sorry. I promise, once I'm back on empty, I will run back out and help with the rest."

"Don't worry about. I can handle the bags. Promise, honey buns."

"You are the best."

Jameson walked up to the door, retrieved the hidden key, unlocked the door and opened it up for his friends.

Joanne ran past him and down the hallway.


"Wow. She can really book it when she wants to." Jameson noted.

"Nature calls man, nature calls." Jilly laughed.

"Fair enough. Come on in guys!"




While Joanne was busy in the bathroom the rest of the group filed into the cabin and hauled their bags upstairs. "Okay everybody! Choose a bedroom!" Jameson told his friends. "Once we're all set up we can start this party off right!"

"First come first serve homies!" Jilly told them while she and Jameson made a beeline for the master bedroom.

"And of course they grab the big one for themselves." Dyson chuckled as he grabbed the first room he saw along with Alisya.

"Uh hey, Parker? You want any help with those?"

"Not a problem. I got them!" He replied while he carried the heavy suitcases over to the next bedroom, set them down, opened the door and then dragged them inside. "See? Just...fine!"

"Well okay then!" She laughed while carrying her suitcase into her own room.


After tending to her business and washing her hands, Joanne returned outside to grab the rest of her belongings. She was strutting back inside when Parker came back down the stairs. "Hi babe! How'd it go with the suitcases?"

"Just fine, Joanne! Got our room all picked out!"

"Oooh! Is it the Master Bedroom?"

"Sadly no, Jameson took that one but I got us a very nice one regardless."

"All good!"

The friends retrieved their belongings, closed up their cars and locked them up. After finally getting set up they finally gathered together downstairs to grab refreshments.


"So Jameson? What's with the shotgun?"

"Home defense. But it's mostly just for show." Jameson admitted while he handed Dyson a beer. "I have licenses and training though so it's all good."

"Sweetness. You planning to do any hunting?"

"It's a shotgun, not a hunting rifle, not much reason to go out with that. Besides, we're here to get drunk and party. Shotguns do not mix well with that."

"That's fair."

"Like the man said, we're here to party and have fun!" Jilly informed the group while accepting her own beer. "So lets put on some tunes already and get this party off right!"

"Speaking my language Jilly! Joanne? Would you like to do the honors?"

"Happily!" She replied and she finished setting up the WiFi Internet Table-Top Radio Network Music Player. She hit the play button and the music came out.



"Now that is what I'm talking about!" Jameson cheered while breaking out the chips and salsa. "Take a load off guys! It's Summer Break and we are using it! Now relax while I whip up the pigs in the blankets!"

"WHOOO!" The group called out.



"Wow, these guys are more fun than I thought!" Gerald noted as he watched them.

"We're watching them on the cameras now. Even got a good show in the bathroom." Marm replied to him.

"You'll have to show me later."

"Will do."

"Men." Mariel scoffed sarcastically.

"Oh I don't know. I could go for that Jameson guy." Fern noted while she observed him. "I might just give him one last ride before we kill them all."

"Fern No. We don't leave genetic material behind. That's fucking evidence. Literally and figuratively." Cecily scolded her. "If you're that fucking thirsty, then just hit up a bar or two after we're done. Or hit a strip club like I do."

"Fine fine fine." She rolled her eyes.

"She's right Fern. Don't leave evidence behind. Just slice up the bodies, torch them and leave. That's how we do things. Quick, clean and simple. The fun comes from the slicing and dicing part after all." He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it hard. "Understand?"

"Yes sir. I got it man. I got it."

"Good." He released her. "Come on now. Just relax. It'll be dark before you know it and then we can make our move."

"Right. I understand." Fern rubbed her shoulder. "Why do we torch the bodies again?"

"We've been over this, Fern." Mariel groaned. "First of all, it's fun, which is why we do this in the first place. Second, it makes life difficult for the coroners and police."

"Oh. Right. Yeah."

"Now sit back and observe. The show is on."


The Malevolent Masked Murderers watched the party goers as they celebrated their get together at the cabin. They toured, they feasted, they drank, they danced, they watched TV and they got changed into their swimsuits to go party in the lake. Much to the masked maniacs delights.

Time passed and night fell. Marm radioed for Gerald to wait for them as they closed in on his position.



The night brought such a silence that the crackle of the campfire was all that could be heard, like a crazy natural music. The flames that licked at the wood and the red sparks both danced in the cool breeze. Jameson sat close on a mossy log, his face toasted warm and his back cold, mesmerized, relaxed. It was like the fire was charming his worries from them and sending them heaven bound along with the dark smoke. As the sun went down, the fire became bright and vivid, as though someone had shown a spotlight on it. The intensity and excitement of the flames was like they were dancing in the moonlight. A lake nearby had the reflection of a distant glow, like a bright sun on land. The colors were brilliant reds, oranges, and faint yellows.


The friends were currently gathered around the campfire and naturally telling stories. Each of them had taken their turn and now it was up to Jilly to bring it home and she was right in the middle of her own story!

….The house was adorned with antique everything, not a piece of furniture seemed to have been purchased in at least the last 60 years or more. Mr. Palmer showed him the room, and bided him good night. The man was nice, but the whole situation still left Jeff unnerved. He just tired to tell himself that he had watched far too many horror movies as a child. The bedroom had a canopy bed, one old lamp, a single window, and a red carpet. The house was eerily quiet as Jeff laid himself down on the bed. Quiet…except for a creek here, and a thump there. By now, Jeff’s imagination had him too paranoid to sleep, as he heard Mr. Palmer outside the room, walking up and down the hallway outside. Up he went, and down he went. Then, the footsteps stopped, right outside his room. Jeff waited, yet nothing happened. A half hour passed, and yet he heard nothing except the rain beating outside, and the wind howling as the storm blew on. Finally sleep slowly overcame Jeff, even with his nervousness heightened.

Slowly, his eyes closed, though he thought he could almost hear something scratching at his door…
Jeff awoke, the stormed had passed, and daylight was shining through the window curtains. Happy that all his nervousness was for nothing; Jeff got out of bed, and checked his watch. He had slept in until 11:20, and had to leave quickly before the people from the garage got to his car.

Leaving the room, he was greeted by Mr. Palmer. Palmer asked him if he had slept well. Jeff replied that he had, though he had trouble falling asleep. Palmer laughed and asked if he was afraid of the old house at night in the middle of nowhere. Jeff admitted that maybe, he was a bit afraid, but he felt silly for it now. He thanked Palmer, and said he had to leave quickly to get to his car. He turned to leave, when suddenly, something banged his head and everything went quite dark. ..

When Jeff came to, he was tied to a chair in the basement. The place reeked of horrible smells. Mr. Palmer walked up to him, with a large knife in his hand. Jeff screamed and tried to free himself, but only tired himself out. He looked up in horror at Mr. Palmer, and asked him why he was doing this, and why now. Palmer answered that last night, he would have been nervous, full of fear, and ready for any attack Palmer would do. No, that wasn’t the right time, everyone expects attacks at night. But during the morning…people are more relaxed and the fear is low, making them blind to any chance of harm.

Jeff asked him again, why was he doing this, what was he going to do with him and said someone, like the garage people, would find out what happened. Mr. Palmer said that mishaps happen on highways at night, mainly during storms, so hardly anyone would even think twice as to why he was gone. If anyone actually did start asking questions…Palmer said he had ways to discourage that kind of activity…As for why he was doing this, Palmer simply said that Jeff need not worry about that, in fact, he need not worry about anything anymore…Jeff looked into Palmer’s eyes as he walked towards him, his eyes were completely black, and Jeff tried to scream…


She ran a finger across her throat while making a "Gccchhhtgh!" sound. "He dead!"

"WHOOOOOO!" The friends cheered and drank.

"Good one Jilly!"

"Thanks James!"

"Well thanks guys, I certainly needed all that tonight." Alisya joked.

"Oh don't worry honey, I'll keep you safe." Dyson promised her.

"My hero!"

"We've got nothing to worry about here guys. Jameson is loaded remember." Parker assured them.

"Locked and loaded. I doubt we'll need them but, you know, we have them in the insane event we actually do."

"Better to have them and not need them, then need them and not have them, I guess." Joanne added with a shrug.

"Exactly." Jilly agreed with her. "It's best to not have to use them but in the off chance someone tries to break in, we've got Jameson here to send them packing."

"Fastest gun in the west, babe." They kissed and the friends shared a laugh and resumed their conversation.



They eventually finished their campfire conversation and Jameson put it out with a bucket of ice water. The friends returned to the cabin and took turns taking showers and getting changed. Finishing his shower first, Jameson returned downstairs to set up the oven to heat up some pizzas for movie night. He hummed to himself while dancing to the music through the living room over to the kitchen. He pulled the fridge open, pulled out the pizza boxes and closed it. That was when a wall of black appeared out of nowhere! "Jesus!" He shouted and jumped back in surprise. A glove snapped up and covered his mouth as Frankenstein's Monster rushed him and pushed him backward! The pizza boxes clattered to the floor while the giant grabbed his head with his other hand and began slamming his head against the countertop before throwing him to the ground, getting on top of him and bringing his arms down on his face!

Jilly finished her shower and turned it off. She dried off with the towel and started changing into a jean and t-shirt combo. She finished putting her shirt on and she turned around to look at herself in the mirror. That's when a masked woman appeared in her vision. "Sup?" She asked while cracking her across the jaw, grabbing her head and tazing her neck.

Dyson slipped on his jeans after enjoying a nice long relaxing shower with Alisya. This week was shaping up to be a damn good one. "Well I don't know about you babe, but I am feeling pretty damn refreshed!"

"You and me both, honey!" She replied from the bathroom over the hairdryer.

"Maaaan this is going to be the best Summer Break we've ever had." Dyson sighed sincerely.

There were four knocks on the door.

"Yeah hey guys we'll be out in a minute we're just...cleaning up!" He chuckled.

More knocking.

"Guys, seriously just give us a minute why don't you?" Dyson asked and opened the door only for a pair of young ladies to rush him, grab his mouth, trip him onto the bed and taze him. He was flung to the floor and one of them left for the bathroom while the other dealt with Dyson.

Alisya had finished drying her hair and set it back up. "So babe!" She called out "You ready to go chow down?" She asked as she stood up only to be greeted by a way too tall woman in a black outfit with a devil mask on her face.

"J-Jilly...I-is that..."

The woman sprinted across the bathroom at her and she screamed and backed away! She tried to knock the chair over only for the woman to leap over, keep coming and slam her against the wall before bringing her to the floor and tazing her unconscious!


"Parker? Hey, Park did you hear that just now?" Joanne asked him.

"Hear what?"

"I could've sworn I heard someone screaming. I think it was Alisya!"

"I mean, they were in the shower together." Parker reminded her while they dressed. "I'm surprised that's the only scream we heard."

She threw a pillow at him. "You are so bad!"

"And you love me for it!" He joked and put the pillow back. He walked over to the door and pulled it open. "Tell you what, if you want, I'll go check in on them and-" He was cut off by a scream of pain as a masked man rushed into the room, jabbing a tazer into his neck and then throwing him against a shelf. He hit his head on it and dropped to the floor groaning in pain. The masked man stood up straight and rushed Joanne who dived back into the bathroom. She tried to close the door but he just kicked it open and jabbed at her with the tazer but she dodged him, fell against the shelf and began throwing everything she could find at him. He just shrugged it off until she threw a small mirror at him which he paused to swat aside and rushed her down, grabbed one hand and jabbed the tazer into her neck!



Jameson woke up with a killer headache. He couldn't see anything but black. There was only darkness around him even as his vision struggled to return to him. He tried to speak but his voice came out muffled. Like something was keeping his mouth shut! He tried to stand up but he felt something binding him in place! It took him a minute but he began to notice he had a bag over his head! When he tried to scream for help his voice barely came out muffled at all due to what he now noticed was tape covering his mouth! He could feel ropes binding his body to what he could only assume was a chair and he had something else binding his hands...zip-ties? He couldn't tell. He began frantically squirming and muffling out cries of fear as he tried to get up but it was useless. He couldn't even get the mask off until it was ripped off of him and he was greeted with the sight of a man in a vampire mask in a black tracksuit staring him in the face.

"BOO!" He laughed and sat back.

Jameson tried desperately to scream but his mouth was bound by the tape and nothing came out. He looked over to see Jilly and his friends tied down similar to him and a group of masked intruders sitting back and staring at them and one of them was holding a camera pointed at them.

"I'm sure this all must seem very strange to you guys, but rest assured, it's fine. It's all going to A-Okay folks." The ringleader assured them. "It's fine. Alright, we're all fine here. We're just going to kill you." He explained while the music continued playing on the radio.




The friends struggled in their seats while he laughed. He hopped up and gestured to the camera. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Hello again my very dear friends it is good to be back! And we have a spicy little treat for you tonight for one night only! We present to you: The Southgate Sunny Slaughterhouse Cabin Massacre!" He called to the audience while making a grand sweeping gesture over to their victims. "And here are our friendly contestants! Say hi to your fans everybody!"

They screamed through their tape gags.

"Fantastic!" He turned back to the camera as the designated camerawoman circled around the sofa and filmed the killers. "Now, I'm about to go over the rules for all of our fans. No quick deaths. We don't do that here. We like to take our time, don't we guys?" He asked while turning to the killers who cheered him on until he motioned for them to relax and turned back to the camera. "And of course, after we're done, we're going to blow this place to hell and back and barbecue the bodies! It's our little way of sending our guests off to hell with style." He turned back to the friends. "Now I'm sure I've kept you waiting long enough, but hey! Those bathroom and nudity scenes were certainly great right?" He laughed.

The friends screamed again.

"Oh yeah, ah, tldr? We hid cameras throughout the cabin including in your bathrooms and bedrooms! Great stuff. Quality material." He laughed. "Anyway! We've kept you waiting long enough, time to start the dying and as always, it's ladies first! Clown, would you like to do the honors?"

The creep in the clown mask nodded and hopped up, walked over to a coffee table and she crouched down and picked up a nice sharp kitchen knife and strolled back over to the victims. She paused to pose for the camera before strolling back over to the victims where she strolled back and forth like a lion in a cage a couple of times before she stopped in front of Jilly and booping her nose. She screamed as Clown raised up the knife while Jameson violently thrashed against his bindings in impotent rage! He shook his head no and screamed against the tape as the others struggled against their own ropes! She raised the knife up but then the lights in the cabin switched off!

There was a moment of confusion before the Clown suddenly shrieked and then something crashed against a far wall and dropped to the floor.

"...What the hell was that?" Frankenstein asked before there was a crashing sound behind them and a sound of something heavy falling to the floor.

The killers screamed this time and looked around for their friends.


"FERN? FERN WHAT HAPPENED?!" One of them yelled out.

"GERALD?! GERALD ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" The ringleader yelled out.

"It's the cops man! It's gotta be! It's them!" The camerawoman shouted and set down the camera and went for the victims. "LISTEN UP PIGS! IF YOU TRY ANYTHING I WILL SLICE THEAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" She screamed as she was pulled up into the air and tossed into a wall!

"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" The ringleader shouted.

"Screw this. Screw this! I'm out of here!" Mariel shouted and turned and ran out the door.

"MARIEL? MARIEL GET BACK HERE!" Marm shouted after her. "Shit!" He turned to the victims. "What...what is going on? How are you doing this? TELL ME! TALK! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Before he could make any moves on them however he was yanked backwards and pulled out of the cabin and tossed to the ground outside. He rolled side over side and then stopped. "Uuunnggghhh."

"MARM! MARM! OH SHIT MARM!" She ran back over to him and pulled him up to his feet.

"UUuuoooowwwww...what...what is going on?" He groaned as she helped him to stand.

"I have no idea. Something freaky is going on in there. Something fucked up. We have to get the hell out of here."

"Can we? Wait, where's the camera? Did we even upload the footage yet?"

"No, we did not. We were going to wait until after we'd edited everything together. The camera is back in the cabin and yes, yes we can get away." She replied as she helped him to walk and then she took the keys out of her pocket. "I swiped these remember?"

"'Atta girl. You're the best, Mariel." He told her.

"Don't I know it? Come on, let's grab that car and get the hell out...o...f..here?"

"What? What are you...what are you looking at?" He asked her and then he finally caught what she was staring at. Someone sitting on top of the Honda and staring at them. They couldn't see the figure too well due to how dark it was and there being no lights on left them having to make out the figure's shape from what they could see in the darkness. They took off their masks to get a better look the new visitor. The best they could see was it was a figure of average height wearing either a jacket or a coat with a hoodie on but they couldn't make out much of the visitor's figure. The coat looked somewhat red though.

"What the hell is this? Is there someone else here? Was somebody else sent here?"

"I...I have no idea...it's new to me."

"Okay then." She pulled out a handgun and pointed it at the figure with full intent to just blow away this new element and quickly squeezed the trigger. Only for the visitor to just tilt his or her head to the side quizzically and raise a hand in the air. What happened next was impossible to believe. They could barely see it through the muzzle flashes but the bullets seemed to ricochet off of her hand complete with metallic pinging sounds! The bullets were sent flying off into the woods.

Mariel tried to speak but she could only stammer in disbelief while Marm stared in horror. The next thing he knew there was a thudding noise next to him and he turned to see Mariel laying on the ground dazed and groaning in pain with the hooded figure standing next to him. "N-n-n-n-ow...l-l-let's jus...jus..b-be reasonable here..." He stammered out before being kicked in the balls hard enough to make him scream in pain before he was tossed into a wall and blacked out.

Back inside of the cabin, Jameson felt the ropes and zip ties tear off of him. He immediately fell out of his chair and fumbled for the tape and tore it off of his face! "GAH! Dammit! JILLY? JILLY!" He turned around and he grabbed at his girlfriend and then she wrapped her arms around him in return. Having been freed of her own bindings along with the others.

The friends heard the sound of things being dragged outside followed shortly by something else jumping down from the second floor and then another dragging noise. Alisya grabbed at a light and turned it on to illuminate the room.



It was empty! Besides the camera there was no sign of the masked intruders. However there were some cracks in the wall where presumably the fat man had been slammed against and another one in a far wall where the other had been tossed into. The knife that the masked woman had grabbed earlier was laying on the floor now close to where the crack was.



"Uhhhh what just happened?" Joanne asked.

Dryson looked out the window for any sign of the killers and he was amazed by what he saw there. "Hey guys! Guys check this out!"

The friends gathered next to him and stared in amazement. The masked intruders were laying in a circle with their masks laying on the ground next to them with the ropes from before tying them together.

"I'll say it again....what the hell just happened?" Joanne asked again.

The friends were currently in the hospital talking to police officers in separate rooms while Jameson and Parker were being treated by doctors.



"And then! And then! And then! So, the crazy bitch was going to try and stab Jilly, right? We were tied down! There was nothing we could do! She was going to kill Jilly and then the lights turned off and then we heard things crashing and breaking and the killers started screaming and we think they were hitting walls and stuff and then two of them tried to run and there gunshots and then something took them down!" Alisya rapidly explained to the police before pausing for breath.

"Okay, so, run that by me again?" The officer asked her.



"We really didn't see anything." Jilly confessed. "The lights turned off and everything went insane. There were crashing and banging sounds and screaming and we don't know what happened. Something untied us and the lights turned on and we looked out the window and they were tied up outside. I know this sounds crazy, and yeah, we'd had some drinks in us, but what happened was outright insane. We have no way to explain what happened to them." She drummed her hands on her lap. "Uh, did you see the camera footage?"

"Yes ma'am. We have their full confession along with the hidden cameras they planted in the cabin, the ammunition they stole, the gardening equipment they stole and where they were recording all of the footage."

"I okay then, uh, wait, ammo? They stole ammo from us?"

"Yes. We double checked the shotgun shells and they had been replaced by confetti shells. Even if they had been fired, it would've just thrown confetti everywhere. The rest of the ammo around the cabin had been replaced with blanks. It looks they did this when they first broke in to set up the hidden cameras. Along with hiding the gardening equipment and power tools, my guess is they wanted to rig the fight as much in their favor as they could." The police officer explained to her.


"I...okay...wow that's...mind blowing. I guess it explains a few things like how they were able to navigate the cabin so well." She thought about this. "So, the footage? D-did they....upload it anywhere?"

"No. It was on their computer but they never got a chance to upload it."

She sighed with relief. "Oh thank you God."

"We're going through their computer now but it is not looking good for them. The evidence on their computer alone should be enough to shut the case. Not even touching the fact that they were wanted for murder. At least one of them was already wanted for murdering an actress. The others were suspected in several more. And with them locked up we can start investigating their audiences and business partners. We're going to blow the lid off of this whole thing."


"And then they were all thrown around like ragdolls and then someone or something freed us and we saw them tied up outside." Dryson explained. "I'm sorry if it's not all that helpful but that's the best way I can explain it. The lights were off and it was dark outside so we couldn't see what was happening. I don't think it was one person though, our rescuer I mean, even with the lights off I don't see how any one person could have done that. I bet this was done by a group of people. Like, maybe, a group of vigilantes who'd been tracking those creeps or something. Although, to throw those psychos around like that, they must've been built like The Rock. I have no idea how one of them got thrown up to the second floor though. I've got nothing for that."

"Hmmm, well, that certainly sounds about right. There's no way one person could've done all that after all." The officer tapped her pen against her chin. "There is something else we noticed though." She showed him a picture from her phone. "Any idea what the story with these is?"

Dryson leaned closer and looked at the pictures on her phone. "What in the world?"


"Hmmmm? Where'd those come from? Were those cut into the grass or something?" Joanne questioned.

"That's what we think. Have you ever seen them before?" The officer asked her.

"Uhhhh not in the grass but in all fairness, we didn't look at the grass when we were coming in. However...those look recent. Like it just happened last night or earlier. If they'd been there for awhile, presumably they would've filled in by now. Judging by the shape of the cuts, we can presume it was done by a knife. In fact, I'd say it was by a kitchen knife. Do you think the masked freaks did it?"

"Presumably but we're not sure why they would do something like that. Normally, we'd assume they were marking their territory except...there's something else going on. A short while ago, a truck mysteriously crashed up on King's Passage over by Silver Boulder Community Hospital. That would be crazy enough but the truck also had these exact same letters carved into its trailer. It was originally written off as a freak accident from the crash but now...now I'm not so sure. Something is definitely up with this but we can't put our finger on it."

"A truck? Can I see?"

She pulled up the picture and showed it to Joanne. "What in the world? What in the world could carve into solid steel like that?"

He repeated his attempts to get in touch with his men to no avail. "Okay. I don't like this."

"What's our plan sir?"

"...Try and get in touch with our boys who were hitting the trucks and check on them. I'm going to send a team to the roof to investigate. I want to know what happened up there. 3, 7 and 9 are going to question the staff. If somebody somehow called in help, I want to know who and what's coming. Rough them up a bit if you have to but no unnecessary killing. I don't want a bodycount unless we have to. Keep an eye out for any police and have 4 call our escape vehicles around just in case."

"SIR!" Codenamed #2 saluted his boss and relayed the instructions to the others and then he called the others on a walkie-talkie. "Kettő to Fresh Carbine! Come in Fresh Carbine! Report! What's your status? Over!"

Silence.

"Kettő to Fresh Carbine! Come in Fresh Carbine! Report! What's your status? Over! RESPOND!"

Silence.

He switched to a different group.

"Kettő to Crooked Stinger! Report! What's your status? Over! RESPOND!"

More Silence.

"Cruel Champion?" He asked with a trembling voice.

Silence.

"Quiet Eagle!" He called out desperately.

Silence.

"Coarse Pebble! Lobster Solid! Saturday's Gamma! Someone! Anyone Respond!"


Wesley watched his right hand man call out the codenames of their men in desperation and closed his eyes to calm himself down. "It's okay. It's okay. It's all okay. I'm calm. I'm calm. It's okay. This is just a minor hiccup. There is a reasonable explanation for this. I'm okay. I'm in control. I'm in control. I'm in control. I'm okay. I'm calm. I'm cool. I'm cool." He exhaled and called up his men. "74! 75! 76! 77! 78! Drop whatever you're doing and go up to the roof! Our men up there have gone silent and I want to know why! Get up there and investigate and report back. Kill anyone on the roof who isn't with us. Understood?"

"SIR! YES SIR!"

He lowered his walkie-talkie and relaxed. "It's fine. It's fine. I'm in control."


Cameron, Codenamed #74, lead his team up to the stairs towards the roof. "Alright guys look alive and stay sharp. No telling what could be waiting for us up there. If it isn't anybody with us we kneecap them and make them talk before we kill them. I want to know who's coming for us and how many there are."

"You're in charge man but do you have any idea what it could be? Our sniper's have gone dead." #75 asked.

"It's not what, it's who. It's probably a SWAT Team or something. We can handle them. There can't be that many. We'll just take a quick peek outside in the case of a police sniper. They can't get us all. Anyone gets back inside informs the boss and we start making use of the hostages."

"Making use of the...don't you think that's a little much?" #76 questioned.

Cameron turned around and looked at him like he was an idiot. "What do you think hostages are for? If you're squeamish, look at it this way: We'll only have to use them if somebody fucks with us first." He turned back around and came face-to-hood with a red raincoat clad intruder. Before he could even question this bizarre sight he was grabbed by his gear and swung into a wall. Pain exploded through his body and he felt his body go limp as he lost all control of his body. Darkness began taking his eyes as he was dropping to the floor. Before he completely blacked out he saw the raincoat begin to ragdoll his men just like he was. Four heavily armed men in body armor VS one solo intruder in a raincoat.

They never stood a chance.


Wendover Down St.

Sergeant Kurt Armstrong had been on the force for a long time and had seen a lot of crazy things. This old dog had been through his share of wars. The wrinkles of his face detailed the face of a man who had been in the trenches. Both in the army and in the streets and he had the eyes of a wolf. So there wasn't a whole lot left in Lunaborough that could surprise him. This however...this was new. This was definitely new. An attempted armored truck robbery that had been resolved by either a mystery vigilante or an act of God nigh-simultaneously as several others happening around the same time? How on Earth did that work?

"So let me get this straight." He asked the drivers. "You were stopped by the robbers."

"Yeah."

"They encircled the vehicle, guns ready, and were in the middle of forcing you out."

"Correct."

"Then something slams one of them against the side of the truck and then takes out the rest..." He turned around and pointed at a cowering trembling man who was being loaded onto a stretcher. "Before flying, flying you said, away with that guy and then dropping him back down?"

"He fell into a trashcan. Yes."

"Flying you said. What did your Guardian Angel have a jetpack on?"

"I don't know! All I know is that's what happened! I didn't even get a good look at whoever saved us! All we know is one second we were being held at gunpoint and the next they were being ragdolled."

"...That makes no sense. Somebody must've seen something. And people can't fly!"

"We know how this sounds but that's what happened! We don't know how else to explain it!"


Lieutenant Brynn Ace walked up to him and saluted. She was a tall strongly built woman with golden blonde hair she kept in a ponytail. She had the figure of a fighter and an athlete. "Sir! I've finished questioning witnesses. It was a blur to everyone who saw it. Literally in every case but one lucky civilian caught it all on tape."

"Really? Great find Lieutenant! Lead the way!"

"Finally. You'll see exactly what we've been talking about sir. It was insane. There's no real way to describe it unless you've seen it for yourself."

"We'll see."

They met with the civilian who was waiting for them while enjoying a parfait. "Hey, hey, Felipe! Me again. Would you mind showing us the footage?"

"Sure." The young man replied and showed them the phone. "Mind you, I was only filming the day because I was bored and Vlogging, right? Then the attack happened and...I don't even know what happened."

The footage displayed a normal day in the city while Felipe was talking about his day and people went about their day. Everything was normal until the blacked out cars drove up in front of and around the armored car and armed men ran out and shot up the tires! With the truck trapped they were able to simply walk up to to the door. One of them started banging on it. That was when the magic happened. The robber was in the middle of screaming demands when a red blur struck him from behind and he flew against the side of the truck! The others didn't last much longer. They were tossed against the truck and then slammed down to the street while the red blur flew around the truck too fast for anyone to see! Next one of them was carried up into the sky and above the buildings. A moment passed before the blur came back down and dropped him in a trash can before disappearing.


"Believe me now, Sergeant?"

"...Yeah. Yeah. I-I think so. I'm just not sure if I believe my own eyes." He ran his hand through his dark hair and took a beat to breathe. "Could...you send me that footage? We'd like to review it."

"Of course."

"Thank you." They exchanged numbers and it gave him a chance to breathe and try to figure out what happened.

Before they could fully process this however they got another call. "This is Sergeant Armstrong! What's the emergency?"

"All available units to Goldlead Bank! 211 in progress! Calling in all units!"

"A bank robbery now?" Lieutenant Ace asked. "Was this meant to be a distraction or part of the hit?"

While the police were busy with the investigation, getting witness statements and arresting the bank robbers, a tired girl collapsed on top of the Visionetworks
skyscraper. Every muscle in her body ached and she was flushed with exhaustion. Her body was not used to moving at this intensity and she might've pushed it a little too hard back there. Sure she'd tended the field back home but even that never required her to move this fast before. If she had to compare it to something, she would compare it to running a marathon when you've only ever ran track in gym. Sure, that wasn't a problem for her, but she'd been speeding around the city full tilt for the first time ever to stop simultaneous robberies, along with other crimes and or rescues she came across, on top of then running around the bank tower's multiple floors. So one could forgive her a little exhaustion from such excessive exertion.

She took off her raincoat and let it fall onto the roof as she rested her back against the roof access followed by her goggles and facemask. "Just a break that's all I need. Just a little break and then I'll go get a snack and a drink and I'll go home for the day." She told herself in a quiet little voice. The shining green sweat, which looked like something out of a Gatorade Commercial, that cooled her her skin and damped her hair brought a deeper hue to her clothing but she just smiled. With her hair saturated and the taste of salty metal in her mouth made her happy. It was a reward for pushing herself so hard to save the city today. She didn't even want to think of how many people would've been hurt or killed today if she wasn't on hand to save them. Certainly the truck drivers could've been killed, along with any civilians unfortunate enough to witness the attack, and there was no telling how many of the bank guests would've been killed in the meantime by the robbers or their snipers. Call it fate or luck but she had indeed chosen the perfect day to visit Lunaborough.

"Haaaa. Wait until I tell mom and dad about today." She laughed. "Gonna blow their minds."

I'd say her appearance is more like something out of Unbreakable. It's very simplistic. Gloves, a bright red raincoat, goggles and a facemask. Granted, the raincoat can somewhat resemble a trenchcoat but that's about as far she goes in grittyness.

I appreciate the compliments though! Got some good stuff going on here and while our girl might be a rookie she's a powerful rookie who trained on a farm!

She's got a ton of potential and she's going to live up to all of it! All leading up to the day she stands proud in front of the human race.

After resting up on the building for a while she stood back up, brushed herself up, put her mask and goggles in a coat pocket, zipped it up, balled up the raincoat and flew up, up and away into the sky. She shot through the air like a bullet above the heads of everyone below and she maneuvered around any potential obstacles, not that there were many all the way up here, until she spotted what she was looking for. She smiled and lowered herself down to the ground behind the bushes and a tree. She was careful not to be seen and then she hopped down from the tree to the ground and whistled to herself as she walked up to the pool. She casually vaulted over the fence and landed on the ground and she walked into the ladies room. Her clothes were removed and placed on a bench and she walked into an open shower stall and closed the door behind her. She turned it on and relaxed as the hot water, turned up all the way, poured down on her. It washed away her green alien sweat and cleaned her off. Just as importantly of course was the fact that it helped her to relax. After all the work she just put in it felt extremely good to just jump in a shower and clean herself off and relax.

She danced a little jig in the shower and began singing. Because why not?

"I was born to be a cowboy
Born to ride the range
Only trouble was
I didn’t get the chance
I wanted that to change
So I got myself all ready
I’m waiting for my big day

I’ve got spurs on the heels
Of my cowboy boots
And the best pair of chaps around
I’ve got a pretty little pony
That’s my best friend
I’m ready for trouble
If it comes to town
I’ve got a shirt made special
In Texas
A bandanna around my neck
And toppin’ it off
I’ve got a ten-gallon hat
Now I’m a real cowboy
Are you ready for that
I was born to be a cowgirl
Born to rope a steer
I can ride and rope with
The best of them
I’ll make it perfectly clear
If you think that I can’t do it
Boy will you be surprised

I was born to be a cowgirl
I was born to be a cowboy."

She continued to sing it loud until she finished cleaning off and she turned off the shower and reached for a towel before it finally hit her. "Oh yeah...I didn't bring one." She laughed. "The one thing I overlooked. Hmmmm. What to do? Heck with it. Going old school." She sped out of the stall and back again with a pile of paper towels and began drying off.

After cleaning herself off she returned to her clothes and got dressed. She returned to the sunny and warm fresh air outside with a smile on her face. She walked up to the fence and hopped over it again. After landing on the grass again she resumed whistling while walking towards Burgerlicious Express for a quick snack and drink before she would get back to work.

While she chewed the ice cubes she did her best to tune out the conversations around her.

"Did you hear that noise outside? What the hell was that?"

"It could've been thunder."

"That's impossible! The sky is clear and blue!"

"Maybe it was a bomb! I think it was a bomb!"

"But nothing exploded!"

"It was probably those guys who just hit the bank setting off a bomb somewhere else in the city."

"Sheesh! What are the cops even doing?"

"I heard there was someone flying around the city earlier."

"Okay now that's just crazy talk. They were probably filming a movie or something."

"But Josh said he-"

"Don't be stupid people can't fly. You'd have to be some kind of freak out of a comic or something."

"Okay but have you heard about The Raincoat? You can't fake that."

"Movie Magic and Viral Marketing."

"Can we get back to the bomb going off?"

"There's no bomb!"

"We don't know that for sure yet."

"How else do you explain that sound just now?"


The girl sipped her drink and closed her eyes and focused. Focused. Focused. Gradually the cacophony of voices and sounds and noises from the dining area and everywhere else around her died down and she could focus on enjoying her drink. (I'm so sorry about that everyone.) She apologized internally.

The waitress soon arrived with the food on a tray. "Here you are Miss-"

"Kane. Clementine Kane." She introduced herself with a polite smile.

"Nice to meet you, Clementine. I'm Sasha, I'll be your server. Here's your tray. Will you be needing anything else?"

"No, no this all looks really good. Thank you."

"Of course. Have a good day."

"Have an awesome day."

Sasha waved and hurried to get another person's meal and Clementine began quickly scarfing down the food. She practically inhaled her Fries and then she chowed down on the burger, chewed it all up and swallowed. (Oh My GOD I needed that! I mean wow I was hungry! Saving the day and running around a city works up an appetite. Noted. I'm going to need to bring power bars with me next time. Yummy though!) She downed her drink and stood up. "Oh man this place is a lifesaver." She muttered and stood up, took her tray to the trash, deposited the trash and placed her tray on top and refilled her drink before walking out. "Thanks, Sasha, everything was great!" Clementine told her as they passed each other.

She did a double take. "You're finished already?"

"I was hungry. Have an awesome day!" Clementine laughed and waved goodbye and walked out.

"Okay then. You too." She laughed and waved goodbye and returned to her work.

The man coughed and hacked a few times while holding his stomach before he got up one knee and looked up at her. "H-how...how did...did you...do that?"

"I was trained in the art of ninjutsu by the League of Shadows." Clementine joked. "Now come on and tell me why you attacked me."

The woman sat up groaning and rubbing her head. "Unggh...owww...what are you talking about?"

"Society's fault or a plead for help? What is it? Do you owe money to the mafia or something?"

"Uhhh....n-no? No, we just...wanted your money. We thought you looked like an easy target."

Clementine just stared at them in disbelief. "That's it? Seriously? More of that? Lame."

"Say what?!"

"Laaaaaaaame!" (Just more greedy morons like the bank robbers. But at least they had a plan. These guys? They were just greedy idiots looking for an easy victim.) "You guys are lame. You're dumb and lame."

"You freaking!" The woman tried to go for the gun only for Clementine to put a foot on it and stop her.

"Incidentially how expensive were these?"

"....Uhhhh....about...$230.00. Each."

"Soooo that's about $461.98 give or take depending on tax? Okay, yeah, I think I get it. You blew your money on these guns and decided to try and use them to rob people to make up for all of the money you threw away." Clementine slid her foot back and forth, sliding the gun back and forth as she did to make the two muggers nervous. "Well. That seems like a real waste to me. You guys threw away all that money and for what?" Clementine raised her leg back up and crossed it over her other leg. The woman lunged for the gun again only to come up empty. The two of them looked around for the guns only to hear the crushing and crumpling of steel and metal and they slowly looked back up at Clementine as she balled them up like wads of paper in her hands and then she pushed and smooshed them together and crumpled them up further and squeezed them into an even smaller ball! Finally she stood up and walked away with their masks and the destroyed remains of the guns. She dropped their masks in a trash can and then she turned around and raised up the crumpled up broken ball that was their guns in her hand. "For this? For this piece of junk?" She asked and tossed that into the can as well and walked back over to the two muggers and retrieved her drink, popped the top off of it and tossed away the ice into the bushes and then she walked back over to the trash can and tossed the empty drink inside of it and walked over to the two muggers and sat back down on the bench, grabbed them, hoisted them up and sat them down next to her. She draped her arms around both of them and looked at them back and forth. "So. Yeah. I'm going to need you to not do bad things anymore, okay? Can you do that for me?"

They nodded vigorously now thoroughly shaking in their boots.

"Don't hurt anyone else."

They nodded.

"Don't mug people anymore. Also, honestly, just don't commit crimes or break the law anymore. Okay? Or I'll find you and bring all my ninja buddies with me and kick your sorry butts worse than I did today. Alright? We good?"

They nodded. "Yes, yeah, yeah we good. We good." They agreed.

"Cool." Clementine stood up. "Then that's that then." She turned back around to look at them. "Heeeey, by the way, can you guys tell me your names? Pretty please?"

"Spencer...Carr.

"Kayleigh Day."

"Alright thank you so much guys. Now, I know I've been asking a lot from you lately but I need one more big favor from you if that's alright. I want you to both flag down the first police officer you see and explain to him or her about all your crimes and that you want to be arrested for it. Alright?"

"Yes...yes please...we'll...we'll do it."

"Cool. Thanks Kayleigh. See you later." Clementine turned around to leave before sighing and looking back around at them. "You only have one life and you still have a chance to turn yours around. Please take it. Do the right thing." She walked away as the two would be muggers collapsed on the bench sobbing.


Later that day Clementine would watch from a skyscraper as they waved down a police car and turned themselves in.