I nodded, my heart racing as I laid out my plan. “We’re going make it a night we won’t forget.
“Creepy as hell, but I like it,” Kell replied, a grin forming beneath his mask.
The boys nodded, their eyes alight with the excitement of the night just beginning to form. This was the next step in our journey, our metamorphosis into something far beyond the shadows of our lives.
We slid back into the night, ready to celebrate. As we passed the bar where we just were, it was a chilling reminder of the young man we had just sacrificed, but the rush coursing through me was euphoric. Turning to the crew, I saw the flames of ambition and chaos burning brightly in their eyes.
“Let it be known that we are here,” I whispered, the words dripping with malice and determination. “Tonight is only the beginning. This town will remember our names.”
The abandoned amusement park loomed ahead in our minds, a grotesque playground waiting for our imaginations to weave tales of vengeance and fear. As we drove through the winding streets of Salem, laughter and adrenaline drowned out the haunting memories of the lives we were leaving behind. The thrill of anticipation tasted like blood, and I couldn’t help but revel in the knowledge that our date with darkness had only begun. My heart raced with every turn, pushing the limits of my sanity, and I fed on that madness, craving the excitement of uncertainty.
The amusement park was a ghost town, overgrown with weeds, its once vibrant colors faded into the darkness. Rusting rides creaked eerily in the wind, and the air buzzed with an unsettling ambiance, almost as if the place itself held its breath in anticipation of our arrival.
Parking the car behind the entrance as we slipped into the fading light of the parking lot, we gathered in a circle, the thrill ofwhat was to come palpable in the cool night air. Each of us took a moment to adjust our masks; the anonymity of a cloak that whispered promises of power.
As we stepped further into the darkness, I lingered for just a moment longer, the thrill of what I was about to orchestrate dancing in my mind. I could feel the past whispering through the hollowed structures—echoes of laughter and screams merging into a cacophony of memories.
Taking a deep breath, I moved toward the center of the park, my heart pounding in time with the low rumble of anticipation. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the rides that had become twisted relics of joy and mirth. The knife still glistened in my hand, a tool of artistry for the horror I intended to craft. I let my imagination run wild, stitching together shades of vengeance against the backdrop of shattered dreams. The rush of creating panic bubbled within me, fueled by the dark satisfaction of control.
I turned as Hunter approached the Ferris wheel, his silhouette framed against the clanking metal; a specter weaving through the darkness. The predatory gleam in his eyes igniting a feral spark in mine as we caught each other's gaze and held it.
"Doc," he growls, his playful demeanor gone, replaced with something much more twisted, more sadistic, and I was fucking here for it.
“Hunter.” His name slipped from my lips, a tantalizing promise slipping into the night. “Let’s play.”
The night had turned sinister, shadows converged like predators eager for prey, and in that moment, I felt invincible—a queen ruling over a realm draped in darkness. We ventured deeper into the park, weaving a web of terror through every corner. As the first screams shattered the heavy silence, I savored the sound, each echoing a sweet note in the symphony of death and chaos we were conducting.
I stepped back to observe the chaos, the balance of power shifting with every intoxicating moment, my heart racing in tandem with the terror we had spawned. I was reminded that we were no longer merely the abandoned—now we were the creators, the kings and queens of this new realm. The night wrapped around us like an embrace, shadows curling around our raw, exhilarated forms and into whispered promises of mayhem yet to come. And as long as the moon hung above us, gleaming on the blood-slicked grass, I knew we would ride this wave together, endlessly intertwined in the euphoria of darkness and the twisted craving for death..
7
The ferris wheel
Kellin
My hands tremble with shock from witnessing Scarlett take a man's life, and my heart races, still soaring from the intensity of the moment. I reach into the pocket of my cargo pants, retrieving my vape, all while tuning out the flirtatious banter swirling around Jax and Michael. Instead, my gaze zeroes in on Scarlett, a flicker of jealousy igniting within me as I watch Hunter gesturing for her to come to him, leaning casually against the weathered ferris wheel.
I refuse to let him have her, at least not without a fight. I know his type, and I know the game he plays. I'm not the kind of person who lingers in the background, allowing someone else to take what's fucking mine. I fight for what I fucking want. I'mfocused, deliberate, and cunning, a blend of charm and menace. I might be the friendliest criminal you'll ever meet, but don’t mistake that for weakness; cross me, and I’ll reveal a side of myself that could haunt your fucking nightmares.
“What would you do if I did this?” I overhear Jax whispering to Michael from the teacup ride platform behind me, just before the quiet is shattered by the sound of wet lips smacking and light moans, urging me to move towards Scarlett and Hunter, giving those two some privacy.
I take a hit from my vape, the THC courses through me, bringing a wave of relaxation to my muscles and limbs. Just as Hunter leans in, clutching Scarlett by her hip and pressing his fingers into her soft skin, I step in to interrupt the kiss that’s about to unfold. A surge of triumph fills me as I maintain a stoic facade, concealing my happiness at this chance to disrupt them. Hunter glares at me, pulling away from Scarlett to tie back his short, blonde hair into a loose ponytail, and I can’t help but match his glare with a satisfied smirk. Scarlett looks at me, her brown eyes now radiating warmth, free from the colored contacts.
“Kell, glad you could join us,” she says, her voice playful yet tinged with mischief, dripping with desire and intrigue.
“I wouldn’t dream of missing out on any fun,” I reply with a smirk, shrugging as I refocus on Hunter, who seems to be emitting imaginary steam from his ears. “Besides, Jax and Michael are... occupied, and I thought they might appreciate some privacy.”
Scarlett's eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, are they... together? Like, actually fucking?”
I laugh lightly. “By now, most definitely.”
“Fucking queens,” Hunter scoffs, taking out a cigarette and blowing the smoke directly into my face.
“Hunter, don’t use that term,” Scarlett snaps, her cheerful demeanor shifting to irritation as she confronts him, hands firmly planted on her hips.
“I didn't mean anything by it, Doc,” Hunter protests, casually spitting on the ground beside my foot. “That's just what they're called in prison—no hate from me.” He raises his hand in a mock scout's honor salute, fully aware of the tension he’s creating.
“Still, you’re not in prison anymore. Act like you fucking belong in society,” she retorts firmly, visibly disturbed.
