I make my way past trees, running to keep up with Hobbs.  I can’t help but notice that we’re getting closer and closer to the lake edge.  A slight drizzle is falling from the sky, dampening my hair and causing it to stick to my forehead.  I crash through one more bush; ignoring the fact a branch has scratched my cheek at some point so now I have a gentle trickle of blood running down my skin; coming to a stop beside Hobbs.

“Now what…?”

He turns to me, eyes flashing dangerously as he smirks. 
“Does this place look familiar to you?” he asks, causing me to glance out over the water, the abandoned old pontoon and the fact that our present camp was on the opposite side of this lake.  

I hadn’t realised we’d run so far and now, well now I’m starting to wish I’d stayed with my friends.  This was all too familiar.  I turned my head, vaguely making out the desolate old cabins behind us, unused since my group since what seems like a lifetime ago.  I nodded and dropped my gaze.

“Yeah…I remember this place…”

I looked back up to see Chris making his way towards me, slowly at first but gradually speeding up.  At first my reaction was to stand my ground but, after seeing the somewhat maniacal look in his eye, I took a step back with every forward step he took; panic flitting over my face.  

It’s not that I couldn’t take Hobbs, I could, oh man could I ever, but Hobbs didn’t look like Hobbs.  His pupils were so large, they made his eyes seem somewhat black.  His fingers dug into my shoulders as he grabbed me, a sneer on his lips as he shoved me roughly to the grassy bank just at the entryway onto the pontoon.  

Out the corner of my eye, I could see my friends in the distance, running around the edge of the lake towards us before I turned my head back; just in time to feel Hobbs’ fist connecting with my jaw.  Something inside me snapped, this felt all to familiar.  Next I’d expect to see Adam come running out the trees to help me.  Only, this time, I knew he wasn’t going to.  

Like clockwork, I swung a punch to the side of his head; knocking him sideways before rolling him over to straddle him.  He clawed at me as I aimed punch after punch at his face.  He didn’t think twice before throwing me off him, my body slamming against the ground beside him.  It wasn’t a moment later when I was scrambling to my feet and running off down the pontoon and away from Chris.

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Michael ran across the grass, Emmett close behind.  He glanced up in time to see Justin run onto the pontoon before he skidded to a stop, face draining of color.  His best friend had told him a step-by-step walkthrough of what had happened that night.
And now it was happening again; only this time there was no twin to save him.
Gasping, he started running again.

“JUSTIN!”

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My tennis shoes skidded on the old wood of the pontoon as I attempted to stop.  I glanced sideways at Mikey who looked haunted before turning round to face Hobbs.
Just in time to feel him tackle me round the waist before we both went crashing into the water.