Scout's Honor

Scouts Honor Friday Night

Friday Day 2

The group woke up as the sun set over the trees. Danny looked around. “Great. Ernest, do you happen to have a cell phone?” Ernest chuckled. “Oh yeah, genius. I carry cell phones in the woods.” Stan laughed. “Well, you did carry the Game Toy.” Ernest sighed. “Dumb ass, it runs on batteries. It's not a plug-in like your mom's vibrator.” Brandon and Brain both laughed. “That would explain her chipped teeth.” Ernest frowned. “Hey f**k you c*m dumps.” Steve walked up. “Look, it's getting dark. We have no food, no shelter, and killers trying to chase us. We need to get the f**k out of here.”

Stan stepped up. “Yeah, cause we are like only 75 miles from civilization.” Damien stirred. “All of you bitches can go to hell. I'm so getting out of here.” Danny stood there. “I wouldn't split up with those killers out there. In horror movies that's how they kill off the group.” Steve walked over to Danny. “Look b***h, this isn't one of your cheesy-ass horror movies. Killers don't walk around woods and kill children.” Damien walked over. “Yeah, s**t eater, they only kill drug-abusing s*x-having teens. Kids never get killed. I'm going to look for food.”

As he walked to the edge of the clearing he stopped. “Told you s**t stains. I'm safe. I don't take drugs.” An ax blade soared through the air, cutting into Damien's skull. The boys screamed and started running. As they ran further into the woods. Danny looked back to see the group gather around Damien. They bent over. Danny saw blood on their hands.

As they ran, Danny spoke breathlessly. “I told you guys that splitting up would be bad.” Ernst slipped and fell. Spraining his ankle. “Oh shit.” Brandon looked down. “For f**k's sake really? Why would this happen?” Steve walked over to him. “Because you fat and nobody likes you.” Stan walked over. Checking Ernest's ankle. “Yup your pretty much screwed. It's broken.” Ernest, looking sad, asked. “Well, I guess we're stuck here.” Steve walked over. “We? More like you're stuck here. We can't wait with killers in the woods hunting us.” He threw his pocket knife to Ernest. “If it gets bad, do us and the killers a favor. Just kill yourself.” Danny walked over. “Look, you can run, but in every movie the killer, no matter how slow you run, the killer will always catch you. I'll just do it now.” Ernest took the knife. He stabbed himself in the chest. The knife stuck in and then broke. Ernest screamed, “Oh God that hurts like a mother.” From the woods came a shout. “Over there I heard a scream.” The scouts took off.

Ernest got up and started limping through the woods. Branches and shrubs cut him. He looked behind him, seeing the group behind him. He fell over a tree stump. He looked up to see them getting closer. He got up and limped faster. “He is going this way.” Ernest heard bushes shake and rattle behind him. Ernest kept limping. “f**k me they won't ever give up,” Ernest said as he leaned against a tree. The group came to the tree where Ernest stood. He looked at them and took out the broken blade of the pocket knife. He sliced deep into his wrist. As he watched them come closer, he spoke his last words. “You'll never take me alive. Charizard, I chose you.” He slumped over,