Scout's Honor

Episode 4 Sunday Night

Night #4 Sunday

All that night, the boys silently gathered items that they could use. Steve made makeshift spears out of branches. Stan gathered useful items he knew were tools. Sharp rocks, green tree bark, and poles. Steve, by the time midnight, rolled around they had quite a stock of lethal weapons. “Okay.” Said Steve. “Danny, do you think we should make a stand here or try to take them out?” Danny thought a minute. “We don't know where they are or how many of them there are. If we stay hidden, we might not be found on Tuesday morning. If we get their attention, we might be food. The choice is yours, of course.” Stan looked at them both. “I say we vote, majority wins. Who says we fight?” All three raised their hands. Steve smiled. “We are brave motherfuckers.” Danny smiled. “Yeah, crazy brave. Or crazy stupid.” They lit a fire. A big bonfire. They then hid.

From the dark forest, they could hear crickets. They were hiding up in the trees looking down. “Nothings happening.” Said Stan. “I know. I know.” Replied Danny. Steve whispered. “You're the horror guy. You supposed to know this f*****g shit.” Danny squatted. “f**k you guys. You act like it's an exact science.” Steve squatted low. He started chewing. Danny looked. “What the hell are you eating?” Steve smiled. “Willow barked. Why?” Danny looked worried. “You stupid ass f**k. That's used to make aspirin. It's like doing a damn drug.” Steve laughed jokingly. “You have got to be f*****g kidding me, right? Aspirin isn't an illegal drug.” Danny looked t him seriously. “No, I'm not kidding. You're as good as dead. I don't make the rules. A drug is a drug that doesn't have to be illegal.” Steve stood up. “Yeah well, if I'm dead then so is Stan. He was jerking off like he does nightly.” Stan jumped up. “f*****g fag. Did you enjoy watching?” Danny stood up. “Great both you fuckers are.” Stan laughed. “Look I'm not going to die a virgin like you two s**t heads. I have been whacking off since I was fourteen.” Danny looked worried. “You two are contagious stupid assholes. You both deserve to die. I'm so f*****g out.”

As Danny attempted to climb down. He slipped, bumping into Steve and Stan. All three fell. Stan hit the back of his neck on a rock. His screams and cries echoed through the woods. Danny crawled over to Steve. Steve had landed on his knees. Both of his knees were smashed and broken. The shock caused him to go unconscious. “Danny!” Stan cried out.

In the distance, Danny and Stan heard the killers coming. “Look, we both know I'm not going anywhere and neither is Steve. We broke those stupid ass rules you're running your mouth about. You're the only one who has a chance. Go.” Danny looked at Stan. “I... am... scared.” Stan grabbed him. “Go p***y run.” Danny got up and ran into the brush. Laying low, he watched.

The killers crept slowly into the scout's camp. They walked over to Stan. “Come on you bitches. I hope it gives you indigestion. You p***y ass mother...” From his hiding place, Danny watched as one person with a bag over his head reached down and twisted Stan's neck. The group picked up Steve and Stan. They carried them off into the woods. Danny followed. Stopping as they stopped. He followed them through the night. Early morning found him on the outskirts of Shady Hills Sanitarium. He watched them enter the main building. Danny sat. He thought about it. What would he do? Run or fight. What do scouts do? “I'm going to stay and fight. I have to help Steve.”

He found a spot under cover. There he sat trying not to fall asleep. Soon mouth-watering aromas filled the air. They were cooking. His stomach rumbled. He couldn't remember the last time he had food. It didn't matter whether it was Stan or Steve. It smelled amazing. His mouth watered. His eyes were droopy, his head dropped, and his eyes closed. He looked up quickly and saw a group of people approaching him. His eyes closed again. He felt his hands tied together, feet bound, mouth gagged. He was carried out of the forest. Eyes fluttering, he saw himself being carried into Shady Hills. Past the gates. He was marched into the main hospital. Totally knocked out, he felt himself land on the floor roughly. Sleep didn't elude him this time.

Nightmares clouded his mind. Danny had dreams of his family. His father is a famous writer, and his mother is a famous horror movie director. He saw his older brother going away to college. So many things he had seemed to forget. He dreamed of Steve and him in the woods playing. They were burning a colony of ants. The sun shined brightly through the magnifying lens. They were laughing evilly. They heard a splash and went to the edge of the tree line.

They saw a small child playing in the water. They walked down. They dared the child to hold their breath. As the kid tried harder and harder finally they got in and started playing. Dunking the kid underwater over and over. When they stopped the child floated. The child was limp and blue. They both ran home. This shocking dream caused Danny to open his eyes. It was afternoon. About 3 pm. He started to struggle. He fell to the floor. Looking around, he grabbed a steel pipe. He started walking through the sanitarium. As he passed by a room he noticed a sleeping figure. He silently walked in and started bashing in the person's skull. As blood sprayed over him a smile appeared. He walked through the place. In each room, he slaughtered anything alive. He walked the whole of the place. In the kitchen, he took some water and food. He was walking out when he noticed about five men heading up to the main entrance. He ran to a staircase. As he descended, he heard a voice scream. “Find him. Bring that bastard to me.” Danny ran to the basement. “Just one more night. He hid behind an old mattress. “Just one more night. Just one more.” He started nodding off.