The Survivor - Thirty-six / Thirty-seven (825 hits)
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Thirty-six
I still have a couple more visits to make but today is the day I pick up Jeff. Everything's ready for his visit to my cabin and I'm looking forward to spending some time with him. I've got some other visits to make while he's with me but I don't think he'll mind when I do have to go out. Luckily for me Jeff has a vacation planned, he's supposed to be fishing this week but his plans are going to take a rather large detour.
I got up this morning anticipating the culmination of all my planning. I put on a flannel shirt, some old ratty jeans, and a big hunters cap to complete y disguise. Nothing fancy just enough to prevent Jeff from immediately recognizing me. I drove out far enough on Jeff's route that I could hope for very light or no traffic at all and pulled my car over. I put the hood up and started waiting. Soon I see Jeff's little Mercedes coming up the hill so I get out of my car and lowering my head begin to flag him down. He sees what looks like some good ole boy broke down on the side of the road and pulls over to offer assistance. As he gets out of his car I pull my gun from behind my back and tell Jeff to walk over to me. A slow dawn of recognition creeps over Jeff's face and he begins stammering: "Ben, what are you doing?"
"Turn around Jeff and put your arms behind you."
As soon as he turns around I put cuffs on him and then hit him on the back of the head with the butt of my gun. Have to work quickly now; it wouldn't do to have someone come along now. I load his carcass into the back of my car, walk over to his fancy car and begin the work that I hope will at least buy me some time if not take care of any explanations of Jeff's disappearance.
Carefully donning gloves I climb into Jeff's car and point it toward the steep drop off on the other side of the road. I find a large rock and put it on the gas pedal before putting the car into gear and jumping out of the way. Jeff regained consciousness just in time to see his car go flying off the embankment into the wilderness below.
Jeff is screaming at me through the car windows, I return to the car climb into the drivers seat and tell him to shut up. Just then a car comes up over the other side of the hill and the driver waves as I return the gesture. Jeff screams louder but the other driver doesn't notice the man in my back seat throwing the biggest tantrum I've ever seen. I pull out onto the road and begin the drive to the cabin. Jeff's mountain fishing trip was a little out of my way so it'll take about a half hour to get back to my cabin, I've scouted out all the old fire roads and back roads so that I can stay off anything that might have more than a few cars on it and as we continue the ride I look back and again implore to Jeff to sit back and enjoy the ride; "No use screaming, I'm the only one that hears your pleas so basically they're falling on deaf ears."
We arrive at the cabin and I walk back to let Jeff out. As soon as I open the door Jeff tries running. I easily grab him and begin pulling him toward the cellar. Jeff madly thrashes trying to break my grip and after fighting him for several minutes I let go, pull my gun, and tell Jeff to knock it off. "We can do this the hard way or you can walk." He starts running again so aiming low I put a bullet in his calf and watch as he goes crashing to the ground. I walk over and start dragging Jeff through the dirt and pine needles and the whole time he screams, in pain, terror, or anger I don't know nor care. I pull him down into the cellar and remove the handcuffs. I'm pretty sure I won't have to worry about him trying to rush me now; he can't walk with his new injury.
Again he starts with the screaming "Ben, what are doing? What are you going to do to me? What the fuck's the matter with you!"
"You might as well quit with the screaming if you become tiresome I'll end this now." Hollow threats, I didn't want to kill him yet. He has some atonement to do. But it achieves what I'd hoped. He sits on the cot I've provided in his new home and shuts his mouth.
"Good, now, I have another errand to run and then I'll be back. I'll bring you something nice to eat and we can talk and maybe play a couple of games. Any dinner requests?"
Jeff's sobbing now, how pitiful, he was strong enough to kill others but when his own end is impending he's weak, I'm honestly disgusted by his whimpering.
"Well, if you have no requests then I'll be going, make yourself comfortable, and you might want to use the sink over there to clean that nasty hole in your leg."
I walk out of the cellar and close the door behind me. I make a point to make sure that Jeff hears the bar come down to lock the door and then I head into the house, clean up, and lay down. All this work has me ready for a nap, besides I want to see how Jeff does.
Thirty-seven
I've decided to take a week off and do some fly-fishing. I need a break and also, to tell the truth, I'm feeling spooked. I've had the feeling of being watched. I know that Ben has been killing the crew that filmed the most recent season of Survivor. I know it, I know it! But the cops continue insisting they have nothing to work with. So I'm going to make myself scarce. Since Ron's secretary hasn't had much to do lately I had her book my trip for me, I told her where I wanted to go and what I expected as far as accommodations were concerned. So now that I'm packed it's time to hit the road.
Driving into the mountains has always calmed me, I drive fast and I swear the curvy road, the speed, and the sheer intensity of focus required to drive like this just brings me back down to earth. Just I really began to relax and unwind I see a car off to one side of the road and some hick waving me down. He nearly jumps in front of my car to stop me, I wouldn't have stopped otherwise I guess. I get out to see what the problem was, if I could help him, and to give him some hell for jumping out in front of me and as I begin walking toward him he looks up. As soon as I recognize the man standing before me I notice the gun he's holding.
He immediately instructs me to walk to him, turn around and put my hands behind me. Not having many other choices I do as he asks and as he puts the handcuffs on my wrists I realize that I quite possibly gave up my only chance at escape by not turning and running. He may have shot me if I'd done so but aren't I surely going to die if I go with him?
A few minutes later I feel the bump on my head, I think back to what just happened and realize Ben had hit me. I look around and see that I'm in the back of his car. I look out the windows and see my beautiful Mercedes flying over the edge of the road. Ben walks over to the car, climbs in to the driver's seat and starts it up.
"Ben, you can't do this! Are you insane? You can't get away with
this!" Just then I see the car coming over the hill and I try to get my face as close to the window as possible and scream as loud as I can. I see Ben wave to the driver as the driver waves back and incredibly the driver never even sees me in the back seat. I was moving as much as I could, screaming at the top of my lungs, but I'm nearly positive that the driver saw nothing but another friendly soul waving on a back country road.
"Ben, this is impossible! You can't do this! I will make you pay for this! I know it's you who's killed all my co-workers!"
Ben interrupts me and tells me no one is listening, I ponder this for a moment and come to the conclusion that he's right, he won't listen to my pleas. Can I really blame him? Yes, I can because Survivor was a game and what he's doing is criminal but yelling won't do anything for me, instead I need to figure out how to get out of this.
The only thing I can think to do is to try to run. So as soon as the car stops I tense, waiting for Ben to open the door. As soon as it begins to swing open I bolt, knocking Ben out of the way. I start running and just as I think I might make into the woods I feel Ben's hand close on my shoulder and haul me down. Feeling a rage stronger than I've ever experienced I try everything to throw Ben off and as soon as I do I scramble to get on my feet again. Unfortunately that was kind of tough to do in cuffs so by the time I got to my feet Ben was standing holding his gun on me. He offered some dribble about the hard way or the easy way but I've already decided to fight this so I turned to run again. I hadn't taken more than three steps when that bastard shot me in the leg. After I hit the ground it took me a moment to realize that that's what had happened but when the pain finally hit it was excruciating. I'm sure I screamed but all I remember now is being dragged through the dirt and down into a bare, damp cellar. There was a small sink in one corner, a cot, and nothing else.
Lying on the ground I try to reason with Ben again. I'm not ready to die, I didn't do this to him, he signed up for the show after all. Ben didn't listen, instead he sneered at me and told me to make myself comfortable, undid the cuffs, and then walked out of the room. I heard him lock the cellar and then I was alone. A small sink, a cot, and one dim light bulb, no windows, bare floor, nothing in here I can use.
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