Notes: LJ users in this story are as follows: mixmastercereal Is Robbie......trancifer is Trace..........and the lovely lupaellie is Ellie

Definite NC17 rating for gore....you've been warned.

“Shit.” He muttered as he tried to open his eyes. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, not with the way that his head was spinning, the waves of nausea that washed over him even as he slowly turned his head to one side.

They’d had way too much to drink last night, too much beer, too much Jack and coke. It had been Trace who had brought the Jack Daniels, Robbie had brought the keg of beer and it had been the wildest night of his life. It had all started out as a Live Journal get together. The idea had started off strong, everyone had said they were going to attend but in the end it had been down to just the four of them, Trace, Spirk, Robbie and Ellie. He didn’t remember a lot about the party after Ellie had been forced to go because she had to get up for work the next morning. He remembered Robbie and the slinky trick that had both freaked him out and made him laugh all at once.

“No one should ever do that with a slinky.” He had told Robbie, who also had been on the verge of passing out. They had both laughed it up and Robbie had poured all three of them another drink. The only other thing he remembered before he had passed out had been the hotel room ceiling as it spun in a lazy circle from his spot on the bed.

“Shit.” He muttered again as he forced his eyes to open just a crack. The sun showed down on him through the leaves on the trees. He lay there and watched them for a moment, watched the green as it swayed slowly back and forth. He was outside, that much was obvious, but how had he ended up here?

“Ohhhhh.” He heard from somewhere behind him and slowly he rolled to his side. He fought off the urge to vomit as he lay there for a moment, his head still rung, the world still spun in a lazy circle around him. With a heave Spirk rolled himself over onto his stomach and with much effort raised himself up onto his hands and knees.

“Robbie?” He asked as he looked at the prone figure on the ground now in front of him. He felt the burn of acid at the back of his throat and he couldn’t help it anymore. He heaved, once, then twice before the contents of his stomach splashed onto the ground in front of him. “Fuuuck.” He moaned as he felt the world begin to spin again. He had given in to the urge to be sick, figured it would help him feel better, but it didn’t. Instead he felt like someone had taken a white hot knife and stuck it into his gut and twisted it.

Spirk forced himself to move to one side so he wouldn’t have to crawl through the vomit. He had to get to Robbie, to check on him and make sure he was alright. “Robbie.” He called again as he crawled towards his LJ friend. “Robbie you still alive?” He didn’t know why he asked, it wasn’t meant to be a joke, but he was so confused by the situation, by how they had ended up outside, or where Trace was for that matter and if she was ok or in as much trouble as they seemed to be in.

“Yeah.” Robbie managed to croak as he forced himself up into a sitting position. Spirk plopped down next to him Robbie looked at him with blank eyes, lost in as much confusion about what the hell was going on as he was.

“The hell are we?” Robbie slurred as he raised his arm to look at his watch. “Shit.” He muttered as he let his arm fall back to his side. “Busted.” Spirk barked a laugh. Things just kept getting more and more absurd and he couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. “What’s so funny?” Robbie asked as he looked up towards Spirk, ready to make some smart ass comment but something else had grabbed his attention. “Holy fuck!” He cried and jumped to his feet.

“What? What is it?” Spirk asked as Robbie rushed past him. He turned to follow, his headache all but forgotten with the sudden rush of adrenelin. At first he couldn’t make out what he was seeing, his eyes took it in but his mind refused to process it. “Jesus.” Spirk whispered as the sight began to sink into his brain.

It was an oak tree, large and grand in stature, it was wider then all of the other trees in the forest and stood in a small open area away from the other trees. The tree itself would have been enough to intrest Spirk into investigating further but what hung from the lowest branches of the tree itself stunned him to his core.

“Help me get her down!” Robbie called as he ran up to where Trace hung from the tree branch. She was high enough up that he was only able to reach her knees from his spot on the ground but he still struggled to find a way to free her. Spirk felt himself move forward, his body felt heavy, like it was made of lead as he stopped on the other side of Trace and looked up the tree at her.

“Robbie stop.” He said softly as he looked up at her. Trace’s shirt was torn and shredded, her midsection a gaping wound of raw meat where her insides had been removed. Spirk’s eyes followed the bloody trail upwards and it all began to register with him. “Robbie stop pulling…….” He said with a cry of alarm as the intestine she had been strung up by suddenly snapped with a wet tear. Spirk backpedaled as a cry of revulsion escaped from his lips at the sight of Trace’s body as it fell, as it landed on top of Robbie who let out a scream of his own as the intestine rope smacked him square in the face.

“Get it off me get it off me!” He screamed as he attempted to brush the blood and other items from his face. Spirk sat where he had fallen, shocked for a moment before his brain allowed him to move. He stumbled to his feet and hurried over to where Robbie laid, the lifeless body of Trace on top of him. He helped to roll her off and was surprised to feel she was still warm. She had died recently then, within the hour.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.” Robbie muttered over and over as he forced himself to sit up. He pushed at Trace’s corpse as he tried to get it off of him and let out yet another yelp of revulsion at the moth that crawled out of her mouth and perched on her chin.

“This is unreal.” Spirk muttered as Robbie waved his hand madly at the moth that had come from it’s new home to investigate all that was going on. Finally the moth took off with a fluttering of its wings and Robbie fell back onto the ground with a sob.

Spirk looked down at Trace and felt horror and anger at what had been done to her. At the same time he feared that whoever had done this to her would soon be after them as well. With a rolling of his gut he forced himself to reach into her pants pocket, soaked with blood and gore, and pull out the cell phone he had seen her with the night before.

A little cry of success escaped from his lips as he pulled the phone free. He turned it over and checked both sides for damage before he pushed the little button to turn it on. The light blinked on and a joy like he had never felt before rose through him as he watched the little bars climb upward, one, two, three before the backlight went dim and the phone gave a soft beep as the battery died.

“Goddammit!” He growled as he stabbed at the keypad with his fingers hoping it was just a glitch and the phone would come right back on.

“Spirk.” Robbie said softly, his voice held a quiver to it that hadn’t been there before.

“Not now Robbie,” Spirk said without paying much attention to his friend. “Come on you damn thing work.” He growled as he shook the dead phone as his fingers jabbed at the on/off button.

“Spirk!” Robbie said in a hiss, his hand gripped Spirk’s shoulder hard. He turned in irritation to see what it was Robbie wanted and he froze.

“Holy fuck.” Spirk muttered as the cell phone slipped from his fingers to land on the forest floor. It stood at the edge of the little clearing they were in, half hidden by the trees but still visible enough.

“What is it Spirk?” Robbie whispered as the two of them stood and stared at the thing.

“I don’t know but it doesn’t look happy.” Spirk whispered back as his eyes took in the razor sharp teeth, six inches long at least, that seemed to crowd out of the thing’s snout like jaws.

“Is it a werewolf?” Robbie asked and Spirk could see where the question came from. The thing was covered in hair from head to toe but it was long shaggy hair, and it didn’t have the face of a wolf, other then the nose anyway.

“No tail.” Spirk said, unaware that he had even spoken as he watched the thing watch them.

“What?” Robbie asked a hint of surprise to his voice like he had expected his opinion of it being a werewolf to be agreed with.

“Never mind.” Spirk said as he took a small step backwards. “We’ve got to get out of here.” Another step backwards and the creature tilted its head to one side as if deciding what the silly little humans were up to.

“What was that?” Robbie asked with a little yelp as an owl hooted softly somewhere behind them. Spirk didn’t respond as he took another small step backwards.

“Oh fuck.” He gasped as he watched the creature at the edge of the clearing. It wasn’t just watching anymore, even from that distance Spirk could see it was tensing, ready to charge. “Robbie.” He stage whispered, “run!”

Spirk took off at a sprint as he headed for the opposite end of the clearing. He glimpsed the surprise on Robbie’s face before the younger man turned and followed him as they headed for some kind of cover.

They were close, the woods were right there in front of them when he heard the creature snarl and Robbie scream. Spirk came to a stop at the edge of the trees and couldn’t help but look back. The thing was perched on Robbie’s legs as he struggled to get away from it.

“No, no, no!” Robbie yelled as he tried to beat it off but it did no good, the thing had him in its grips and it wasn’t going to let go. Spirk watched in a helpless panic as the thing raised one finger on it’s clawed hand and sunk it into Robbie’s gut.

It ignored the yells and fists that Robbie landed on it as it ripped him open with its razor sharp claw. Robbie continued to struggle even as the screams escaped from his mouth, as the blood erupted from his midsection to shred soak his shirt as well as the fur of the monster that was gutting him.

Spirk wanted to help, wanted to save his friend but as he frantically looked around for a weapon of some kind, something he could use to fight off this creature, all his eyes found was the carcass of a squirrel. It was stiff as a board and covered in maggots and was totally useless to him.

Another scream from Robbie brought his attention back to the scene in the clearing. The thing had cut open flaps of flesh on both sides of Robbie’s midsection and had peeled him open like a cob of corn; the flaps of his midsection lay peeled back at his sides as the thing pulled out the younger man’s intestines. It brought the coils of Robbie’s innards up to it’s nose and took a long smell of them before it set them down on the ground next to the still screaming Robbie.

Spirk was set, ready to madly rush out and attack the thing when he caught movement from the corner of his eye. Something had moved on the far side of the clearing and it only took a moment for it to register in Spirk’s mind what he was seeing. It was another of those creatures, slightly smaller and with breasts covered in light fur. It wasn’t alone, some abomination escaped from hell, it had a mate, which meant there could be more.

The sudden gagging and silence that came from Robbie’s form, as it lay unmoving on the ground, drew Spirk’s attention back. He watched as the thing pulled Robbie’s heart from inside of the ribcage and that was all he could take. He turned and ran, deeper in the woods and as far away from those things as he could get.

Deeper into the woods Spirk ran, he wasn’t willing to look back, he didn’t want to know if one of those things was following him, ready to gut him next. He lost all track of time as he ran deeper and deeper into the dark woods. The sun had vanished, night had crept up on him and he hadn’t even been aware of it.

It was at the edge of the lake that he decided he needed to stop and rest. He had been on the move for so long he had lost all track of time and the lake had just suddenly been there as the forest opened into the clearing of a nice white sand beach.

Spirk stood at the edge of the tree line and looked out at the water. It was as smooth as glass and the moonlight gleamed off of it beautifully. It was picturesque, almost like something from a painting. The only flaw that he could see was the glimmer of light that seemed to be coming from about half way down the waterline. Carefully he looked around, took in his surroundings as he listened for the slightest sound to betray the whereabouts of the creatures. Satisfied that he had lost them, he stepped into the clearing and made his way down the white sandy beach to where the spot the moonlight reflected off of the little bit of metal.

It was half buried in the sand but it still only took him a few moments on hand and knees to dig it out. It was a can; the label torn off so he had no idea what was inside. Spirk’s stomach growled, a sudden reminder that he’d burned a ton of energy on an empty stomach. He dug around in the sand some more as he hoped he would come across a can opener lost with the can but there was nothing until his hand brushed against the small bit of plastic that he found buried next to the can. His heart raced, he rejoiced as he dug the plastic piece out. He was going to eat after all.

A small moan escaped his lips as he looked down at the bit of plastic in his hand. It wasn’t a can opener at all, it was a spork, which would have been great if he’d had a way to get the can open but he didn’t. He wanted to yell, to scream and cry about how unfair it all was, about how his friends were dead, he was lost and alone and probably next.

The shifting sound of sand caught his attention. It came from behind him, from where the water was. He had kept an eye on the forest, just in case, he never imagined there could be something in the water.

Slowly he turned from his crouched position. He could smell it now, could hear the water as it dripped from the creature’s body and onto the sand. He had no idea what kind of monstrosity was behind him and a part of him didn’t want to know. The thing gripped him by the shoulders and spun him around so that it was face to mandible with it. Spirk screamed, long and loud as the thing shook him.

“Wake up.” It croaked as it shook him, it’s claws on his shoulders. “Wake up.” It croaked louder and shook him harder.

Spirk’s eyes snapped open, his scream cut in half as the bright lights of the hotel room pierced his brain. He looked up into the face of Ellie, he noticed her worried look. It took him a moment to fully adjust to being awake and back among the living.

“Oh shit!” He muttered, “Trace, Robbie?” He looked up at Ellie, hoping that it had all been a dream but he could tell by the look on her face that something was wrong.

“What?” He asked, he could hear the panic in his voice and when he looked down at his blood soaked shirt he shrieked. He pulled away from her and stumbled back, his back landed against the wall with a thud as his eyes took in the carnage on the bed next to him. Both Robbie and Trace were dead, eviscerated and mutilated so badly that his mind didn’t want to register the fact. “Jesus.” Spirk moaned. “No, no, no. It wasn’t me…It’ couldn’t have been me!” Sobs escaped from him in long gasps, tears spilled down his cheeks as the first of the uniformed men entered the room. Shock claimed him, shut down his mind one numbing step after another.

One of the last things he saw before the darkness took him was the yellow eyes that stared in through the dark window, and the long teeth that gave their razor blade smile to him. The creature was real. He didn’t realize it but he started shrieking then, shrieking and thrashing until the medics sedated him and everything went black.