Martin goes first

S imon was dressed as Edward, eye patch in place, the hunting rifle in his hand, his hair standing out from his head. His white trousers and safari jacket were wrinkled and mud stained, evidence of his long hunt through the woods.

After he stepped into the room and closed the kitchen doors, he slid a bolt into place, locking them all in. His eyes moved wildly from face to face, his expression mad and menacing.

“Simon—” Rose called out, jumping to her feet, one hand against the wall for support.

“Simon is gone,” he bellowed. “Simon had no taste for the hunt.”

“Go get Simon,” Rose said firmly. “Go get Simon—now,” she ordered. “I want to talk to him.” Her voice was strong and certain, only her eyes revealed her fear.

Simon paused for a moment, glaring at her.

“Go get Simon—right now!” Rose commanded.

He stared at her a few seconds more, then turned to Martin. “What are you doing here?” he asked suspiciously.

“Simon—” Martin started, speaking very softly.

“I’m Edward!” Simon bellowed furiously.

“Go get Simon!” Rose repeated.

It was clear that Simon had decided to ignore her.

He shifted the hunting rifle to his other hand and began to raise it to his shoulder.

“No! Put it down!” Martin screamed, moving quickly from behind the counter and rushing across the room to stop Simon.

With a loud, angry cry, Simon lifted the rifle, flung his arm back, and sent the thick wooden stock crashing into the side of Martin’s head.

Martin uttered a startled yelp. His eyes rolled up in his head. He slumped to the kitchen floor, his head snapping back and cracking on the hard tiles.

As Simon stared down at Martin’s unmoving body, Cari and her friends lunged for the kitchen door.

“Pull the bolt! No—push it!” Jan screamed in total panic.

The bolt wouldn’t budge.

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