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Chapter 1- Preparations, passengers, and liftoff It seemed like a excellent day for flying thought Wheatley Thrush. Visibility was clear, barely a cloud in the beautiful blue sky. 'Not even a slight hint of wind!' he though to himself again. His co-pilot Stephanie Deras was busying herself making checking and double checking the plane's equipment while the plane's thirty-two passengers were entering the plane. Among those passengers was the very well known Jenna Styles. Almost everyone tried to sit next to her which almost caused a fight. The person who ended the fight was not Wheatley but a hunter who's destination was a game reserve in Africa. Above all the noise of complaints about not being closer to Jenna he yelled out "Everyone take their dag gum seats already!" The passengers murmured threats and complaints but sat down nonetheless. The last passenger who entered the plane was yet another celebrity. This time though it was a celebrity of business, Bella Davies, freshly named "Businesswoman of the Continent." She took her seat quietly near the back. Lastly Pimella Sanders came from the engine room to Wheatley with grease on her cheeks,hands, and arms, proclaiming "Sir, everything is functioning properly we are ready for liftoff whenever you are." "Great great, wonderful." Wheatley replied bored, the lackluster of excitement has worn off partly. He radioed the airway control tower requesting takeoff which they cleared almost immediately. He nodded to Stephanie who walked to the middle of the aisle and started the basic routine of safety and to enjoy the flight. Wheately taxied his plane down the airstrip and started gaining speed on the runway. After about 2 minutes he pulled up on the steering wheel and radioed to the control tower "We have liftoff" So the story begins...
Chapter 2- Seemingly perfect doesn't cut it sometimes. "Hello folks, this is your pilot speaking, it seems like perfect weather for flying, you are now free to move about the plane" Wheately said to the passengers on the intercom and put the plane into autopilot and fell asleep. Little did he know that decision would later cause him a lot of lost lives. Immediately after that Jenna started walking around searching for guys around her age, unable to find any she scoffed and complained to Stephanie about anything she didn't like about the plane. "The color's hideous, this thing shakes so much, and where is my lunch?!" bantered Jenna. Stephanie just stood there trying to get her to understand all things aren't perfect and that it isn't even lunchtime yet. Most of the passengers started talking to the ones around them everyone seemingly content. Charles talked about some of his hunting trophies, Jenna gloated about her wealth, Bella worked on her company's sales quota. Pimella took it easy in the employee lodge along with Stephanie, chatting about how Wheatley's getting sloppy with his flying. At 1:04 p.m. (EST) everyone started to get drowsy after their lunch of pork tenderloin. As soon as most of them started drifting to sleep the most unexpected thong happened. Wheatley unengaged autopilot when he turned over, and as soon as he did that a windstorm soon enveloped the plane sending it into a complete verticle dive, a wing split, screams erupted from the passengers, Wheately tried to pull the plane up from it's death dive managing only a little more angle to the dive. One of the passengers didn't have his seatbelt on and was thrown to the back of the plane fracturing his skull when he hit a door. Wheately cried out to the passengers "BRACE YOURSELVES FOR IMPACT!" He saw the thick canopy of trees and pulled the nose of the plane up a tiny bit which saved his life.
Chapter 3- The crash, and the survivors Everything was a blur, the screaming echoed through everyone's ears, the crash was horrible. A tree split open the bottom of the plane and split a wing and took off a complete wing, the back of the plane was totally destroyed as they crashed into branches. The plane quit moving when it snagged itself on a thick cluster of vines. Wheately was knocked unconscious, had a broken hand, and a large gaping gash from the side of his face down to his chin from where glass slashed him. Jenna was underneath the body of the passenger beside her, he died from the force of impact, she screamed for someone to get him off her as she kept trying to push his limp, still warm body off her. Charles rushed to her side after stepping around body's lying near the large crack in the middle of the plane. He shoved the body off her and onto the floor. "Are you alright?" he asked voice hoarse from him shouting for people to get below the windows. She didn't say anything she looked around eyes as wide as owl eyes. She stood up, bent over the seat and started vomiting. Charles looked away and started looking for the other survivors. He first checked the other seats, towards the front he found Stephanie and Pimella backs bent over and hands over their heads. Charles nodded to himself knowing they were fine. He next went towards the remaining seats of what was left of the back of the plane. He found Bella sprawled on the floor unconscious and bleeding from the back of her leg. He found some gaws in the planes emergency kit, which was on the floor, torn off from the other half of the plane, wrapped it around her leg and knotted it tight. Lastly he checked the pilot's cabin finding Wheatley unconscious head down on the steering wheel, hand looking obviously broken by the way his fingers were overlapping each other so much. He used the remaining gaws on his hand. "Only six of us alive including us...only six..." Charles said to himself shaking his head.
Chapter 4- First Reactions Charles sighed a deep sigh and scratched his rough beard, lines on his forehead appeared while he was trying to think of what to make of the situation. He went to his seat and pulled his suitcase off the luggage rack and pulled out his revolver and what little ammo he had with it. 'Forty bullets...only forty...' he thought to himself. Jenna quit puking after awhile and started crying, she shouted " ALL I WANTED WAS A VACATION! I DON'T DESERVE THIS!" she put her hands over her smooth, soft face and let the tears roll. Bella got rolled onto her back wincing, from the agonizing pain in her leg. She leaned to a pocket in the side of her black suit's jacket and pulled out a cell phone. 'Thank God,' she cooed to herself, 'one call left then I'm outta here!' She dialed 911...no service. ''NO NO NO NO!'' she screamed out high pitched and started banging her head on the floor repeatedly them laid her head down sideways, her black hair sprawled around her head, hiding her tears. Stephanie was still bent over with her hands around the back of her head, she was shaking uncontrollably, she was so shaken by what had happened she wasn't able to move, think, speak, or even cry. She just stayed there, doing nothing. Wheately stirred a little, slowly regaining consciousness. Pimella was standing up now, trying to soothe Stephanie, while looking around the plane gulping every four minutes. "Stephanie you're okay, you're not hurt, you're fine.." she said trying to calm Stephanie and herself at the same time.
Chapter 5- Bad events causes terrible thoughts Wheatley started mumbling, his dried blood was caked over his eyes as he tried to open them. He straightened himself up and looked at his broken right hand. Wheatley then looked over his right shoulder slowly, vision blurred still, he saw the bodies of the passengers. He was at a lost for words, he eased himself up with his left hand and walked towards the middle of the plane looking from the left to the right seeing the dead, and then the remaining survivors. 'This isn't good..this isn't good at all! If we get back they'll surely turn me in..I got to have something done about this before we get out of here..I..I know..once I say that they're safe and we get out of the plane I'll murder them..yes yes that's exactly what I'll do. Then nobody would ever know. Perfect plan Wheatley.' he plotted to himself, while staring at the five other survivors mutinously. Charles looked over and saw Wheatley standing outside the pilot's cabin and saw that look in his eyes. He eventually grouped everyone but Wheatley together and told them what he thought Wheatley was thinking. "That look in his eye, it looks like desperation you see. I've seen it once before in Alaska after one of my colleagues accidentally shot my pal, he wanted to make sure no one knew about it and attempted murder on me. That's what he's thinking of I guarantee it." Charles said in a low rough tone. "He wouldn't do that...um...what's your name? Jenna scoffed. "Charles." "Well he wouldn't do that, Charles. He's the pilot he's supposed to take care of us." "Princess, you haven't witnessed this before so stay out of it and stay alert that's all I'm saying." Charles replied slightly annoyed. "Hey, you guys alright?" Wheatley called from right outside the cóckpit. 'I gotta get them to trust me then I'll kill them' he thought. "Yeah...just fine." Charles said sarcastically.
Chapter 6- Unstable ground Wheatley smiled and waved his good hand and sat himself against the left side of the plane. On a dark bloodstained seat, he looked out threw a now red tinted window that had a large crack going through it. Wheatley thought for awhile about what he'd say to authorities if he gets rescued. 'Yes this is what I'd say to the authorities.' 'Sir it was horrible every survivor of the crashed wouldn't listen to what I had to say about surviving and trekked on without me! They grew careless and I saw them lying on the ground in front of me as I got to the beach, they all had committed suicide. I am the only one remaining please take me home' 'Yes yes! Perfect plan Wheatley, no one will ever know...' He grinned like a maniac, his white and yellow teeth showing crookedly. "Um, what do we do now?" Stephanie finally said weakly. "That. Is a excellent question. I figure that the longer we stay here the more likely we'll end up dead." Charles replied while thinking of what to do next. Just then they heard a shout from something that sounded human but with a rougher animalistic tone. As soon as the survivors heard that there was a heart pounding screech as the sides of the plane started moving. "....Charles....what was that.." Bella asked in a hushed whisper. "Something...that will give us our decision before we plan it out." he replied coldly. More screeches erupted then and the side of the plane tilted to the left at a sharp angle and everyone stumbled to the left tripping over bodies and each hit the side of the plans hard, rocking it violently. Wheatley just leaned himself back as he was already seated on the left. "Everyone be prepared to jump from the ripped off tail of the plane." Wheatley said with no sense of interest. He then got up and side stepped his way to the back of the plane as did everyone else. The weight was too much for the plane to last any longer, with a grating sound from the sides it started sliding down the trees quickly marking them as they slid. As soon as Wheatley judged the distance was makable he jumped as well as the others....except for one. In the heat of the moment they forgot that Bella's leg was in terrible condition and jumped without her. She was afraid that she'd hurt herself more by jumping and stayed with the plane and screamed as it made it's fast decent. Suddenly there was a gap in the trees and the plane rolled off towards it, Bella was tossed around the inside of it like a rag doll. She had her eyes closed as gravity took it's course and pulled the plane down. Her brain spiraled with thoughts as did the plane spiral. She was getting cut and slashed by the glass remaining in the plane, then suddenly there was a jerk and the plane crashed into the ground on it's side. Bella was on the opposite side and was dropped onto the right. She had broken her legs, five ribs and her left shoulder. She screamed and cried for help from the brief pain that shot through her body then the numbness that spread. She was left at the mercy at the elements...and whatever else was out there that they heard. She laid on her side not being able to move, only cry, and scream. The other survivors that jumped had landed on a wide branch, they were all laying on it, breath taken away from them whenever they landed on the branch. "See. I said I'll make sure you all would be safe didn't I?" Wheatley gloated while panting on the edge of the branch. No one answered him because they were trying to regain their breath. A few minutes later Jenna huffed, "Hey...where's that other girl? Bella?" They looked around and didn't see her anywhere. "Oh crap! I forgot she had injured her leg badly!" Charles exclaimed, calloused hands pulling at his hair as he suddenly realized what he had forgotten. "Erm...I think we should worry about ourselves more.." Pimella said as she looked up into the tree. They all looked up at what she was looking at.
Chapter 7- Time to move. The moment the survivors saw what Pimella was looking at they agreed wholeheartedly. In the trees hung bodies, unclothed, bodies, not decayed but looking recent. Several had wounds seeping with blood that dripped down onto the large mossy limb. "Does um...anyone...know what those um...marks on them are..." Jenna squeaked from behind Charles. They looked closer but still couldn't tell. "Well whatever happened to them will happen to us if we don't move soon." Charles said silently. They nodded and looked for the best place to start climbing down the tree. "Hey over here, I found a vine!" Jenna called from the far edge of the limb. The fine was long, thick, and sturdy. For some reason though it had greenish looking fringes all over it. "Jenna...that's sumac. If we go down it we'll be itching like crazy. It's the vine version of poison oak or poison ivy." Charles said recounting his past dealings with sumac. "Well I don't see any other way we can get down from here other than the sumac." Pimella retorted. Wheatley just leaned against the side of the tree saying nothing, he just kept on thinking about what he'd say to the authorities when they found him. "What if we tear part of out clothing and tie it around our hands so that we don't touch any of it?" Pimella suggested. "That does sound like a excellent idea...okay we have no other ideas so why not. Everyone do what Pimella said." Charles replied. Pretty soon you would've heard the shredding of clothes. Jenna started groaning while she tried to rip the edge of her shirt, being unable to do so she let out a long drawn off sigh and whined. "I can't do it! Someone do it for me. If not I won't go." She complained as she stomped her foot as soon as she quit talking. "Heck you're on your own then." Wheatley said as he finished tying some of his torn clothing around his palms, grabbed the sumac vine and slid down it. Feeling the friction of kinetic energy on his palms he held down against the vine his hands becoming warmer and warmer the further he went down. Once Wheatley got down the sumac vine, he leaned against the trunk of the tree and waited for the others. "Jenna just use mine," Charles said sarcastically, while handing her his shredded pieces. She snorted and tied them to her hands and followed what Wheatley did, the others followed suit while Charles brought up the rear. As soon as they got down to the jungle floor they heard rustling and a rough sounding voice, along with rustling in the trees around them. A thump from above caused all but Wheatley to glance up. One of the bodies that were hanging in the tree above had just been cut and the body was gone. "Not good," Wheatley said almost emotionless.
Chapter 8-Bella's Peril More than 280 meters to the North Bella was still lying there. 'I wish I could just die right now,' Bella thought to herself, she had quit screaming, thinking that it was useless to do now. There was a lot of menacing sounding whispers all around her. So terrifying that'd it'd turn your soul cold. Bella actually didn't believe the whispers were real and started talking to herself loudly. ''All of this is in my head, these whispers are just my conscious telling me to do something. Well conscious you know what! I can't! I can't move remember!" She started yelling at herself. As soon as she started yelling the whispers quit. Something more horrifying began. The sound of unknown beasts stomping closer to her. No more whispers, just the heart pumping sound of something stomping closer and closer. Bella now realized that it wasn't her conscious that caused her to hear the whispers. She laid there, unable to protect herself from what approached. She let out a slight squeal of fear. A voice came from what seemed right beside her. "Shulma culum," the voice was rough, corse, and the language was nothing that she had ever heard of. Bella turned her head slightly to the left to look at who said it. She regretted seeing him. The man looked tall, heavily muscled, dark skinned, with strange tattoos on his arms. She didn't have a chance to look at his face before he reached out a large hand and forced her head down. "Frumya doh," he yelled and did a wave over his shoulder. The last thing Bella remembered before being knocked unconscious with a punch to her brow was being hoisted over his shoulder.
Chapter 9- Running and missing? "Well here's the options," Charles said quickly, "we either stay and fight or run, which is it, by the sounds of it we don't have much time." "I don't really care the possibility we survive by running would be the same of fighting," Wheatley said, showing so much sarcasm it was sickening. "I don't care about you all but I'm running!" Jenna shouted and took off to the right. "JENNA STOP!" Pimella yelled running after her, both of them running out of sight. "Stephanie looks like you have the deciding vote. Run or fight?" Wheatley stated dryly. Stephanie looked from Charles, to Wheatley, then to the place where Pimella and Jenna ran off to. "Umm let's go with running," as soon as she finished she took off after Jenna and Pimella. "After you Wheatley." Charles said and ushered for Wheatley to go first, because Charles didn't trust walking behind him. "No no, whatever was up there would get me and not you and the others you go ahead," Wheatley argued. While they were fighting the girls were already at a extremely tall tree with vines all over it. "What the heck is taking them so long!" Jenna complained loudly at being kept waiting. "Just shut up they'll be here, don't attract unnecessary attention air head," Pimella huffed, out of breath and tired of listening to her whining constantly. Stephanie just leaned her back against the tree and rested while they had their cat fight with words. 'Just stay calm and don't get involved in that,' Stephanie thought to herself. Meanwhile Wheatley and Charles were still fighting. Suddenly something happened. They were so busy bickering they didn't hear the footsteps coming from behind them. The next thing they knew they were gagged with some sort of scratchy material and a strange type of blindfd was put over their eyes
Chapter 9- Running and missing? "Well here's the options," Charles said quickly, "we either stay and fight or run, which is it, by the sounds of it we don't have much time." "I don't really care the possibility we survive by running would be the same of fighting," Wheatley said, showing so much sarcasm it was sickening. "I don't care about you all but I'm running!" Jenna shouted and took off to the right. "JENNA STOP!" Pimella yelled running after her, both of them running out of sight. "Stephanie looks like you have the deciding vote. Run or fight?" Wheatley stated dryly. Stephanie looked from Charles, to Wheatley, then to the place where Pimella and Jenna ran off to. "Umm let's go with running," as soon as she finished she took off after Jenna and Pimella. "After you Wheatley." Charles said and ushered for Wheatley to go first, because Charles didn't trust walking behind him. "No no, whatever was up there would get me and not you and the others you go ahead," Wheatley argued. While they were fighting the girls were already at a extremely tall tree with vines all over it. "What the heck is taking them so long!" Jenna complained loudly at being kept waiting. "Just shut up they'll be here, don't attract unnecessary attention air head," Pimella huffed, out of breath and tired of listening to her whining constantly. Stephanie just leaned her back against the tree and rested while they had their cat fight with words. 'Just stay calm and don't get involved in that,' Stephanie thought to herself. Meanwhile Wheatley and Charles were still fighting. Suddenly something happened. They were so busy bickering they didn't hear the footsteps coming from behind them. The next thing they knew they were gagged with some sort of scratchy material and a strange type of blindfold was put over their eyes, making them both tear up. A sharp, rough, voice said "Juyum!" They said nothing. Their unseen captor nodded to himself and pushed them toward their destination.
Chapter 10- A goddess and cannibals That voice shoved them down a path filled with bristles and thorns. They couldn't see where they were going at all, for almost two hours they trudged on at a snail's pace because of all the thorns and vines on the ground. Finally right as they were on the verge of collapsing they were stopped by their unknown captor/captors. "Chief Xephos. Who have you got here?" said a familiar smooth female voice. Wheatley nudged Charles blindly and whispered, "Isn't she the one you forgot about on the plane?" Charles said nor did anything but look into the blackness around his blindfolded eyes. "I foun th two fighing Goddess Bella. So I took them back here. This one looks big enough to eat." Xephos poked at Wheatley. "Dis one ere need be plumped up." He gestured to Charles. Wheatley passed out then. Charles was unsteady on his feet and swayed as his stomach flipped and his heartbeat raced. "Unblindfold the one standing if you would Xephos." That familiar voice said. The captor who's name was apparently Xephos humphed and took off Charles' blindfold. Charles was blinded by the light for a few seconds as his eyes adjusted to the light. As soon as he regained his vision he looked toward his captor and his eyes widened further. Chief Xephos was extremely tall, about 6' 4" Charles guessed. His arms were musclebound, and covered in crude tattoos. He had long, oily black hair that reached to the middle of his back. His face was difficult to explain. It looked manlike...except it also looked animal-like also. He had a jutting brow and strong chin. His skin was tanned darkly, and looked like a unwrinkled animal hide. Charles looked towards the female voice and his eyes bulged even more. Lying on a litter of animal fur was Bella. The girl that he forgot on the plane. He glanced at her injured leg but it was completely healed! "How did you survive the second crash? You're not even scratched! What about your leg? It was nearly split open!" Charles rambled. "Silence. Now then, I was injured badly from the first and second crash. Then Xephos found me and treated my wounds with herbs I've never heard nor seen before and said it was like the prophecy. 'The Goddess would fall from the sky and lead us into the greatest tribe in this land.' " Bella explained briefly. She looked bored. Charles stood there with a blank expression on his face. "Your majesty?" Chief Xephos started, "Our people are hungry, may I have your permission to start the... Preparations?" He hesitated, looked at Charles, and what Charles saw in his eyes was hunger. After Xephos' brief hesitation Xephos smiled, several teeth missing and practically all of them were yellow. Charles almost wretched. Bella looked at Wheatley's unconscious form then at Charles. She stared Charles down icily. That stare could turn anyone's blood cold. It felt like she had pierced through his entire body just with that stare. She finally spoke, "Proceed and let Wheatley and Charles be the guests of honor," she said with a air of authority, then she gestured to the rotting remains of other humans behind her. "You'll deserve this Charles for forgetting me." She said with bitter anger, got up and stalked off somewhere out of view. Charles, for the first time in his life, was completely terrified as he was blindfolded yet again.
Chapter 11- Cat fight "Where the heck can they be?" Stephanie asked while pacing back and forth. "Don't know, don't care," Jenna replied while picking dirt from her nails. "It's been hours, what happened to them?" Pimella said. "Whatever happened it couldn't be good," Stephanie said heavily. "Stop worrying, I don't really care, I just want to get out of here and continue on to my vacation," Jenna retorted hatefully. "You spoiled, snotty brat! All you care about is yourself and getting out here safely! You don't give a crap if anyone else lives or dies, just as long as you get your precious vacation!" Stephanie shouted. "You wanna go then? Is a fight what you're wanting? If it is then you're gonna be in trouble," Jenna shouted back. Stephanie didn't respond but Jenna lunged at her, grabbed her hair and started pulling hard on it. "LET GO!!!" Stephanie screamed Stephanie jerked Jenna away and pulled her hooked her arms backwards. "Give up princess?" Stephanie huffed as Pimella watched, looking shell shocked. Jenna struggled trying to break free and finally said, "Yes, okay I give up." Stephanie released her after that and walked off behind a tree and sat down to rest. "Jenna learn respect," Pimella said shaking her head at Jenna and walked off and sat down next to Stephanie. Telling her what a great job she did. Jenna let out a angry sigh and walked to a tree on the opposite side and sat down. Stephanie whispered to Pimella, "I sure hope they're alright." Pimella whispered back, "Yeah, I do too." What they didn't know, was that Charles would soon be in a fight for his life.
Chapter 12- You should rejoice Charles was being shoved, pushed, and dragged in many different directions, he couldn't see a thing. He was blindfolded, yet again. His fate rested in the guidance of the brute shoving him everywhere. Chief Xephos had one of his fellow tribesmen drag Wheatley off to some unknown place. "Now then puny being," Xephos started in broken English, "you, and your pal, is the guests of honor to our festival, you should be happy and rejoicing at the opportunity. Why you not rejoicing?" Charles turned his head towards where he though Xephos was. "One reason is cause I'm being forced to do this. Another would be because I am being shoved everywhere by some overgrown beast. Lastly, you have such terrible grammar and English skills I cam barely understand you!" Charles raged. Xephos acted like he didn't hear him and continued speaking, "Your friend is going first to be praised, aren't you jealous?" Charles said nothing, he hated Wheatley so much that he didn't even feel guilty for what he must be going through. Wheatley was stirring again and choosers himself to a sitting position. He couldn't see a thing, then large rough hands gripped his head and jerked the item covering his vision off. Pure sunlight struck Wheatley's eyes and he recoiled from it slightly, eyes watering and burning from the sudden surge of light. "You, outsider, you're one of the guests of honor, you should be happy for the opportunity," someone said from behind him in a rough cutting voice. Wheatley was surprised, "Humph, well it's about time I get some recognition!" "Come outsider, we must prepare you for the feast," that unseen voice said yet again, "head to your left, then follow that way until you see a large fire." Wheatley nodded and went the way he was told. After about twenty-two minutes of walking he finally found the fire he was talking about, he looked closer at the fire and saw a large cooking cauldron with steam coming from it. "Is this some sort of soup pot? Cause I'm starving!" Wheatley asked stupidly.
****WARNING CHAPTER 13-15 CONTAINS BLOOD AND GORE VIEWERS MUST HAVE A STRONG STOMACH FOR THIS CHAPTER**** Chapter 13- Preparing the main course "You could say that it's soup, if you look to your left you'll see a table filled with delicacies, eat to your heart's desire, guest of honor," a voice echoed from a distance. Without delay Wheatley rushed to his left and what he saw on that table made his mouth water and eyes shine with delight! The table was long and filled with delicious looking food. Bananas, strawberries, cherries, smoked salmon, caviar, a spit roasted pig, candied chestnuts. The smell from the table awed him and he dug in and ate and ate. He crammed as much into his mouth as he could, not caring about the flavor since he got to eat all this. After gorging himself till the table was empty he sat down and belched. "Ah, that was wonderful," he sighed sleepily. "The best is yet to come," that same voice echoed, "please head to your left to our butcher shed." With a heave Wheatley pulled himself onto his feet and waddled over to the butcher. As soon as he reached it he saw blood on the outside and thought that was normal, when he entered the shed he was face to face with a mammoth of a person. That person had on a huge bloodstained apron, almost every inch was covered with crimson red blood. He was enormously fat, and had a huge eery smile that was fixed upon himself. His face had a triple chin, and his face was so fat that his cheeks hung over his chins a bit, he was also bald, in his hand he wielded a very large, gruesome looking knife that had rough, sharp edges. "You must be the butcher," Wheatley stated. "You must be part of the feast," the butcher boomed back loudly and start raucously laughing as with his free hand clamped on to Wheatley's wrist. Wheatley jerked, pulled, and screamed as he was being dragged to a blood-splattered table. "Can't you just be quiet, you scream likes pigs," the butcher rolled his eyes and slammed him onto the table. Wheatley yelled and screamed some more as the butcher put restraints on Wheatley's wrists and ankles. "Hmm first I shall start with your legs, they'll provide well since they're fatty and aren't that lean," the butcher spoke to Wheatley to intensify his terror. He pulled Wheatley's pants up to his thighs and hacked into the back of his leg with that razor edged knife. Wheatley screamed louder as blood poured out of a blood vessels that had been cut. The butcher just smiled as blood splattered onto his own face and peeled off part of the back of Wheatley's leg and placed it onto a previously clean table. "We have only just begun," the butcher boomed in his loud voice and Wheatley broke down even more.
Chapter 14- Finishing up the meat 'How much more of this must I endure.' Wheatley asked himself as he felt more of himself being sliced off. He was barely conscious, blood gushing from his wounds. "Don't worry it's almost time to finish up." The butcher's voice chimed in. As soon as he said that he sliced open the bottom of his stomach and flipped it up. Wheatley screamed with a sudden resurgence of pain. He felt his organs in the rusty smell of blood air. "You wouldn't think I'd forget about all this food, would ya?" He laughed evilly. Wheatley was feeling like he was gonna bleed out as his vision starting flickering from white to black several times. As he unfortunately kept feeling the pain, he saw something that horrified him, the butcher started pulling out his organs and he gave a brutal smile. "Well I shall keep working don't worry but alas. I have to tell you good bye. Don't worry you won't go to waste." He smiled, blood dripped from his teeth and he reached inside of Wheatley's body with his knife and grabbed his hear with his hand and punctured it with his knife. Wheatley faded fast, he couldn't say anything. In his last few seconds he thought to himself, 'This was all my doing. It was all my fault that we got stranded.' After he took one last glance around at the bloody hell hole he had been for over two hours. He looked at the butcher who smiled and waved. He laid his head back and breathed his last breath. "Ye lasted a long while. Back to work." the butcher laughed to himself now and continued working on Wheatley's still warm body.