A/N:

Sorry, I don't usually like to put notes at the beginning but I've gotten a bit of inspiration and motivation so decided to keep writing. I want to apologize if anything seems inconsistent from this point on. I want to continue the story but at the same time get a fresh start so consistency may be a bit off. Anyways thanks for the support! I didn't expect this to go anywhere being my first actual attempt at a full story in this category.

Author's POV

Bella sat there exhausted. All the screaming and fighting and crying had drained her. She barely put up a fight when they gagged her. She was surprised yet mostly relieved when the psychotic family left her alone. She had sworn she was going to die. She struggled in her bonds but to no avail. Tears rolled down her cheek as she thought about her brother. She couldn't get his face out of her head. The bloodied eyes, hanging mouth, face frozen in terror. She could feel her body quaking and quivering.

Her... It was all her fault! Kiara! And her stupid little friends. She probably planned this. She bet she staged all of this. Her missing friends, the killers, this whole thing! Why though? Bella knew she was perfect. Why would anyone want to do this to her? Jealousy! Yes... that's it jealousy! Kiara was just jealous of her. Jealous because she was prettier. Jealous because she was popular. Jealous because she was more talented.

Bella felt something burn within her. She wanted something. She wanted revenge. She would get that bitch back and all her stupid little friends. She would make their lives hell! The only problem was... how to get out? There was no one here and she was tied down tight.

Her ears suddenly perked up in an instant. Footsteps. Whose they were would dictate her next reaction. She held her breath as she waited to see who would enter through the door. Yes! It was that boy. He looked around her age. And for a killer, he was quite good looking. She had first noticed him when he seemed to suddenly appear at camp. In an instant he had girls all over him. He had quite the charming facade. But she could see right through him. She could see the flashes of disgust in his eyes, the way he flinched away as some of the girls touched him, the tone of his voice having subtle hints of annoyance. She herself had put up many facades so she had a pretty good sense of when others were putting one up. Then again she didn't think he was really trying too hard, just enough so the bimbos that surrounded him wouldn't notice.

Whoever this guy was she was sure she could convince him to let her out with her well feminine charms. She had always been good with boys. She knew what to do to get them to do her bidding. She had easily seduced boys that were already in relationships with ease. Why should this one be any different?

She watched as the boy walked over to her. He grabbed the gag and ripped it out of her mouth.

"Well, you were looking at me like you wanted to say something."

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed tense."

The boy didn't respond, only stared at her. She tried to get a read on his face but it was blank.

"You know, I could help you relax a little. But it seems my hands are tied."

She gave a fake pout to emphasize the fact.

He raised an eyebrow. A small smile grew on his face.

"Alright.", he said pulling out a knife. He cut the rope to her surprise. "I'll go get us some drinks."

This was her chance. The second he disappeared she bolted for the door.

Simon stood there, still smiling, as poured himself some water. He listened to the fading footsteps as the girl left the house they were in. He walked back to the living room and flopped onto the couch. They were in the middle of nowhere and he doubted that she could get very far. Taking a sip of water he threw his head back and chuckled.

Oh how he loved the hunt.

Bella's POV

I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. For a killer he sure was stupid. I stopped to catch my breath. Looking around I groaned as it all looked the same. Where were we even? Were we near camp? Ugh! This was all that bitch's and her friends fault. I'm lost, I don't have my phone, my brother is dead, and worst of all my hair was totally ruined, it's gonna take hours to fix it when I get home.

As I continued on walking, I started to get even more nervous, everything still looked the same. I could be going around in circles for all I know. It was starting to get dark and there was no shelter anywhere. As I kept walking I finally came across a small little shack. Opening the door I found it luckily to be empty.

Looking around I grew agitated to find nothing of use. Guess there was nothing better to do than to rest.

Author's POV

Simon sat on the couch sharpening his blades, making sure that they would be able to easily cut through flesh with the slightest touch. When he was satisfied with his work he got up to head out, but not before calling out to his family, "I'm going out hunting, be back when I'm done."

"Alright hun!", his mother called back. "Just make sure to try to finish before dawn and try not to get too much blood on your new clothes."

"Yes mother, I'll see you soon."

He had only been walking for a little less than half a mile when he found the girl had that tried to swing an axe through his lovers sweet face. Just seeing her and hearing her annoying voice made him irritated. To think she could manipulate him, what a joke. Though he had to admit, she wasn't half bad. He was sure she had many brain dead pretty boys drool and slobber over her in the past, good thing he wasn't one of them.

He silently yawned for what felt like the 100th time as he watched the girl go around in circles again again and again. It was somewhat amusing at first but now he was getting bored. He could easily go up and slit her throat without her even realizing but where's the fun in that? Night was falling soon which was great for him but not so much for the girl as he preferred to hunt his victims at night. He found it fun to watch them scramble aimlessly like roaches.

As night fell he followed her until she disappeared into a small abandoned shack. After a few minutes of waiting he approached the shack peering in to see her fast asleep. He silently entered the shack and kneeled over her. He nudged her a bit which was enough to wake her. He watched as her eyes slowly opened, glazed over a bit.

"Boo"

She screamed and immediately scrambled to get away from him. He had to hold back a laugh from watching her slip around like as if the floor was made from ice. She eventually made it to the doorway and bolted. He took his time getting up and even stretched a little before running after her. He immediately caught up to her but stayed a few feet away as to let her think she still had a chance to outrun him. As the chase continued the hunter and his prey came near a campsite. The second Bella saw it just used what was left of her energy to push herself towards it. She was almost there. She could almost feel the warm glows of the lights inside the cabin and hear the chatter of the people inside, but she should've known better. Her small flame of hope was blown out when the boy, whom she had thought she was outrunning quite well, darted in front of her causing her sprinting legs to come to a full stop which knocked her off balance leaving her sitting on in the dirt. She opened her mouth to scream but was quickly silenced by a hand to the mouth. Only a few moments later and both her hands and feet were bound. The man then dragged her away from the campsite, her last chance at freedom and survival were gone.

She grunted as she was harshly thrown against a tree. Even though they were covered by the trees and other foliage she could still make out the light and shape of the campsite she longed for. Was it just a cruel coincidence that she could still see it or a plan to mentally torture her made by the masked man.

"You're really all talk but no walk. I honestly thought you'd put up more of a fight, how disappointing."

Her focus now shifted to the man in the mask.

"Just get it over with and kill me already. Just stab me in the heart or whatever or are you too much of a pussy to do it?"

No response.

"Tch, how much did that bitch Kiara pay you for this little act?"

That definitely elicited a reaction. A hard slap was sent across her face.

"Keep that filthy mouth of yours shut if you know what's good for you."

For once Bella listened to what someone else had said and kept her mouth shut.

"So, you think this is an act? What, you think the mangled remains of your brother was all and act? That this kidnapping was all an act? Honestly, that would be so much work over someone like you. And besides my sweet innocent Kiara would never do something like this. So I had to take matters into my own hands and do it for her."

Bella opened her mouth to retort but was greeted with another harsh slap.

"As much as I want to hear your screams of pain an agony I don't think eardrums can deal racket for that long.", he said while gagging her.

"You know my father says I have a knack for carving. And it's been awhile since I've practiced on a living human. Though I'll definitely need to shave off some of the skin so I can have a nice smooth surface... do me a favor and stay still for a bit, the more mistakes I make, the more cuts that will have to be made."

Her eyes grew wide. She tried to beg for anything else through the gag as she frantically squirmed around hoping the ropes would magically loosen.

The boy payed no attention as he held up the knife up to her face.

"This will only pinch a little, let's get started shall we."

A/N:

Took a lot longer than anticipated to wight this chapter. Anyways that's it for now, I was actually going to write out Bella's killing scene but eh, it's late at night and I don't feel like writing that kind of stuff atm. Anyways hope you enjoyed. Can't believe this made it to over 2k views, though idk if anyone actually liked it, but oh well lol.