Weeks had passed. After having been excepted by Hoodie, and masky warmed up to me, they were the ones helping me out. Toby, on the other hand, I hadn’t seen for the weeks. Ever since that accident with that man, his leg, I felt as though it was my fault. I wanted Toby to be alright again.
“Hey, Casy,” Masky approached me. he seemed so happy, but his mask looked so depressed. I liked it that way. After all, I was to depressed myself.
“Hey, what is it. Did Hoddie forget you again?” I questioned. I was almost happy to hear is annoying little voice.
“Nah, just sayin’ ‘hi’,” he said.
“Hmm, okay,” I didn’t care anyways.
“No word from Toby, huh,” I jolted after hearing that. That name made my stomach churn. I became more guilt driven, I nearly fell to the floor.
‘Aurg… n-no… Toby…” I couldn’t finish. I was too hurt. I ran out from the house, not looking back at Masky, or Hoodie walking in as I grabbed my hatchet. I ran until I met the edge of the forest. A small deer lay beside me. It looked injured, with a gash in its leg. I stared at it, as it stared at me. I knew it was in pain, it was dying. I raised my hatchet from my belt and put it near my cheek. I lashed at the small animal and killed it there. The human part of me found it terrifying, but my true self, Cracky Casy, prevailed. I didn’t care if it hurt that deer, I did it anyways. Multiple animals were around. I killed what seemed like hundreds, but were only few. After letting my rage and hatred out, I came back, covered in blood once more. One thing stood out. Toby was there, at the end of the hall, standing before me. He looked at the floor, then me. I turned my head to the left, and looked away from Toby. He ticked, cracked and stepped closer to me. I cracked my neck, without even knowing it anymore. I didn’t wanna see what happened to my dearest person, all because of me. Or at least that’s what I believed. Toby noticed my want to look at his face, but didn’t. I wasn’t ready to see what I could have prevented.
“Casy, why don’t you look at me? I can tell you have been wanting to see me for a while. It has been a few weeks, has it not,” he finally said.
“I-I could have prevented it,” I said, trying not to speak my mind, but it came out anyways.
“No. Is that what this is about? Casy, if you came down, you would’ve died,” he said. after hearing that, a weight lifted from my chest.
“What?” I didn’t understand, but that didn’t matter. I looked back up, meeting eye to eye with Toby. He seemed so hurt, but so glad too. He slightly twitched at the amount of blood on my body, but hugged me anyways. I had gone insane over the few week of his healing, that I didn’t know what he felt like anymore.
“Who or what have you been chopping at?” Toby asked me after letting me from his grasp.
“Every animal I could see,” I said, not feeling even the slightest bit of remorse. But that’s okay. That’s what is meant to happen.
“So you must be all warmed up. We have a job. This time, we don’t need our hatchets, we need crossbows. There’s a mad woman, or should I say granny, who we need to kill. Are you up for it?” he explained.
“Hell yeah. Come on Toby, you know me,” I said nodding. We took two crossbows and headed out to another forest, accompanied by a road. this house was clearly old. It had stains on it. Blood stains. We approached with extreme caution. The door creaked open. After stepping onto the house, we walked quietly up the stairs. It was dark, and eary. Suddenly I had been hit over the head, causing me to pass out. I woke up beside a bed, ringing in my ears and a bump on my head. Toby helped me up, forcing me to my feet. I looked around, to notice a bed, on dresser, a large table with ‘5 DAYS’ engraved into it, a locker and a small round table with a vase on it. Toby looked around and opened one of the drores. The one facing that vase.
“Look! It says, ‘Leave this house!’ what does that mean?” he said looking closely at the letters, written in red.
“Dumbo, it means we gotta go!” I said rolling my eyes. Toby looked at me surprised, but began to walk to the door of the room. He slowly opened the door, and yelled out
“Hello? Anyone there?” quickly we noticed a door from downstairs opening, and out came an old lady, holding a bloody bat. She looked up at us, and I gasped. She let out a load scream and rushed towards us.Toby grabbed my wrist and pushed me into a room, the bathroom and held the door shut. Soon everything went silent, and Toby backed away from the door. The granny bashed in through the door and smashed our heads. When I woke up, I noticed a note on my chest. It read “I hear everything. You children can hide, but I can hear you breath.” I shivered, and realized something.
“Toby! Stay as quiet as you can!” I whispered, and he stood up. He nodded with no question, and we snuck around, avoiding any noise.