Blood Bath - Chapter 1

The boy turned off the high beams, the fresh fog engulfing the car. Neither he nor his girlfriend could see anything ten feet ahead of the vehicle. The car nestled comfortably into the dirt on the side of the road, the engine still running. It shouldn't be long, hopefully, before the two are back on the road.

Stan ran his fingers about his hair, the blonde waves always seemed to fall flat after only an hour after drying. He needs a new stylist, he thought, or perhaps better genes. The two sat silently, though it was quite loud. Tristen hadn't spoken in quite some time. What was she thinking?

Stan took a moment to regain himself, then spoke.

"How'd things go with your dad?"

She kept her head turned away, eyes scanning the forest around them. The increasingly damp air made Tristen uncomfortable, and the car provided little ventilation. Fucking piece of junk, Stan would think to himself. His parents can afford to rent out a cabin for him and his friends, however, a car is far too expensive for them. How come Conner is just handed whatever he wants? "Can you buy me a car?" He'd say, "Sure thing!" his parents would reply, unaware of what they just agreed to.

Stan steered his thoughts back to Tristen, his animosity towards Conner didn't matter right now.

"Did you tell him?" Stan pressed further, though his voice was gentle and comforting.

"I did." Tristen finally spoke, a ting of unease quivering in her words.

Stan sat and waited for her to continue; waited not because he had checked out of the conversation, and also not because he didn't know what to do. He waited because he knew she could tell him, and she needed to. This was clearly eating away at her.

"I told him right before you picked me up," she added, finally turning to Stan, but still, her eyes kept looking down.

Stan pressed his hand to her chin, raising her head so that their eyes would be level with one another. He then opened his hand for her check to rest against. He wanted- no, needed- for her to know how much he cared, how much he loved her.

"I told him that I'm a girl," her blue eyes turned glossy. "He said-" Tristen let out a small cry, but regained herself. "He said that it didn't matter what I was because he loved me no matter what."

Stan had been expecting the worst, he was ready to offer a roof over her head. He was ready to cook for her every night and be there whenever she needed. Coming out to your parents as trans doesn't normally end well. But this wasn't the case. Her father looked past all of it and saw her, his daughter, for who she truly was.

Stan reached over and wrapped his arms around Tristen. This was the best possible outcome. Months of fear and anticipation were finally over. They could be together, love each other and nothing else would matter. The two broke into a mix of crying and laughing, the happiness they both felt was overwhelming.

The two sat in the car embracing one another for quite some time. However, unbeknownst to the happy couple, a darkness lurked within the consuming fog.

Tristen was the first to break the hug, suddenly overcome with a profound sexual urge. Tristen used both of her hands to hold Stan's face, pulling him into a deep kiss. Their lips collided in a smothering but passionate embrace. Still kissing one another, Stan began undoing his pants, fumbling about the button because of his shaky hands. They both stopped kissing and Tristen couldn't help but laugh. Stan grew flustered but in the best way possible.

Tristen assisted in unbuttoning Stans's jeans, then proceeded to pull off her own shirt. The humid car was becoming a sauna; fog collecting on the inner window. Stan, whose shirt was now also off, began to crawl over to the passenger side of the car, lifting one leg over the leather console. This proved to be difficult with his pants still around his ankles.

Then suddenly, Tristens eyed hidden to the sight behind Stan. She could see someone running up to the car through the driver's side window.

A loud crash rang through the car and shattered glass from what was once the driver's side window flew through the air, piercing Stan's naked back. Stan winced in pain, not fully aware of what had just happened.

Tristen screamed, the masculine side of her voice slipping through in cracks. Giant bare hands wrapped around Stan's shoulders and dragged him out the shattered window. The remaining fragments scraped across the lower part of his back. Panic boiled up within Stan, he couldn't comprehend what was happening. One second he was making love, the next, he was outside his car and writhing with pain. He twisted his back, trying to alleviate the pain, but to no avail.

Finally focusing in on the assailant, he could only watch as the axe hammered down into his crotch. A jolt of both hot and cold surged through every inch of his body; Stan in turn convulsed as though he had just been electrocuted. His head reeled in a way that one feels during an orgasm. A mix of numbness and searing pain, so excruciating that Stan felt as though he'd explode.

Tristen listened to the twisted sounds emanating from Stan's throat, and the crunch of the ax upon Stan's body. Quickly, the gurgling began to cease after just a few more blows from what she now made out to be a masked man. His face shielded from view by a wool sack.

Snapping out of the shock and realizing that she needed to run, Tristen opened the door and pressed her bare feet to the rough dirt. It scratched the soles of her feet but the panic she felt was far worse. She grabbed her phone and began sprinting into the woods, the cool autumn finally soothing her warm body. The underbrush assaulted her with every step she took.

Tristen could hear the sound of sticks cracking behind her, but she didn't dare turn around. Looking back may mean tripping, or realizing he is too close for her to run. It would mean her death. So she kept forward.

Why was this happening? She kept repeating in her head. What did he want? However, she knew thinking like this wouldn't save her, so she pushed the thoughts away and continued running.

As she ran, she found the woods getting darker the deeper she went. However, she also realized the sound behind her had completely stopped. This was her saving grace because she found her lungs unable to continue further.

Tristen leaned up against the side of a tree, gasping for air. The freezing air mixed with her sudden marathon was taking a toll on her fragile figure. She had little muscle, and almost no fat. This meant that her body couldn't do this for much longer.

Tristen forced her head up, every bit of muscle in her body aching. She scanned the trees but couldn't make out anything alarming. She realized that he must have given up. It was over, she could rest.

Propping her back up against the tree, Tristen slid down until she sat upright on the ground. Then she checked the damage. Her feet were covered in blood, the pain began to build. Her legs were also severely injured, with cuts running up to her knee on either leg.

Checking her phone, Tristen tried desperately to turn it on. Dread filled her body as she realized the phone had died not even ten minutes before they stopped the car.

Then she remembered- Stan. Maybe he'd get help- but wait. Was he dead? No, he couldn't be. Their lives are just starting. They are both going to college together. Hell, it took an exhausting amount of time just to get accepted into the same university.

And their trip. She and her friends were all supposed to have fun this summer. They were renting this house, living away from their parents for a week. Most important, this was supposed to be Tristen's first summer out as a woman. This was going to be the beginning of her life.

Tristen began to cry. She tried to hold in it, understanding that this sudden outburst could get her killed. But she couldn't stop it. Tears streamed down her cheeks, audible sobs burst from her throat.

Stop it! She kept thinking. Stop crying or he'll find me. Tristen kept trying to resist but her body broke down anyways. And because of this, he heard her.

Stealthily, the man in the wool sack crept towards her cries. He knew he needed to be quiet, or the girl would keep running. So he slowly made his way closer, aware of where he stepped.

He giggled at the thought of her sorrow. She knows deep down that the boy is dead, and she must know that she is next. That's why she is calling to him. So that he can end the pain, and end her sorrow.

Tristen's cries suddenly stopped, and the forest went quiet. She must have heard him, or maybe she was startled by something else. A bear, perhaps. Or maybe she saw a ghost.

Either way, the man knew to stay still and wait for her cries again. And they did.

The man scanned his surroundings and found himself only 10 steps away from her. This is it. Now is the time to strike.

Tristen's body felt numb. From the cold, pain, and crying, she was utterly exhausted. She could hardly stand, let alone go find help.

I'll lay here a bit, she thought. Lay here, and rest. But she sat upright to the thundering sound of steps closing in on her. Before she could even turn to look, the man's large hands were on her, his untrimmed nails digging into her flesh. Tristen screamed. Not in pain, which she could barely feel, but instead in terrifying anticipation. She knew this was it. Tristen knew that she was going to die.

The man threw her onto her back, Tristen's head smacking the rough dirt. Placing his foot onto her stomach, the man began stepping deep into her stomach. Tristen finally cried in pain, the forgiving numbness finally wearing off.

Tristen tried to sit up, throwing her fist but not anywhere close to landing a blow. This made the man giggle, he found her terror exhilarating. Wanting to further her suffering, the man gripped her hair, his foot still pressed into her stomach, and he pulled her face closer to him. This not only revealed his face, where one of the holes revealed his right eye, and the other, his crooked and bloodied teeth, but in doing so, his foot deepened into her stomach.

Blood gurgled out of her mouth and she seemed to be losing consciousness. Deciding to finally end her life, the man yanked her head forward, completely plunging his boot through her stomach. Her breathing ceased.

Shaking his boot from her body, the man took in his newest work. Tonight's hunt had turned out to be more than he could have hoped for. This brought an even bigger grin to his face. However, with his two fresh carcasses, he knew he needed to act quickly if he was going to preserve and eat them. Grabbing the girl's bruised and bloodied leg, the man set off back to the road.