"Where are we going?" You asked faintly, letting Elliot pull you by the hand and through the crowd. You weren't sure what you were doing - trusting him with such ease, but you wanted to know how he knew Ashley and why he was so distressed.

"Away from people. We should leave the festival - talk somewhere more...private." He replied distractedly, trying to weave his way through the huge flow of people.

"Okay, now you sound dodgy. Are you sure you know about my past? Or are you trying to lead me somewhere unsafe? You'd better not be!" You warned; not liking how weird this all seemed.

"No! I mean, yes! Ugh, I know about your past! I'm not trying to lead you off somewhere. I know it's asking a lot but please, please trust me." Elliot groaned and kept trying to get past everyone. You nodded, keeping quiet as you just hurried behind him. The happy chattering of the people turned to scared screaming - the citizens of Springwood now running away from the festival.

"What's going on?" You pulled on Elliot's hand and made him stop, the steady trickle of people  continuing to push past you two.

"I-I don't know. Whatever it is, it isn't good. Come on (Y/n)!" Elliot tugged at your wrist and tried to get you to keep going, but you were curious about what was happening.

"No, we have to see if everything's alright." You shook your head stubbornly. Then you pulled your hand away from his, running against the people and towards the square again.

"Why do you always play hero?!" He yelled over the freaked out yells and terrified howls, following you unwillingly. You got to the main part of the square, seeing stalls knocked over and-

Dead bodies!?

Corpses were littered around, people wounded whilst they rushed for cover. In the middle of all this panic stood a man, his posture tall and intimidating. He held a steely machete; the blade dripping with burgundy blood as he sliced through people like they were nothing. The masked male was dressed in dirty rags - his hazel eyes glinting through the hockey mask. Whoever this was, he was tremendously powerful.

"W-Who the fuck is that-?" Elliot gasped, skidding to a halt as he stood next to you; both of you horrified.

"I-I don't know. But he's extremely angry." You shakily replied. Both of you just stood there, too stunned to get the fuck out of dodge. Then you spotted Lucas and Ellie - Lucas on the ground with a bleeding leg. The giant killer raised his weapon and tried to slice him again but Ellie stood in, receiving a slashed shoulder.

"No! Ellie!" You cried and flew in front of your two coworkers, wanting to defend them from the silent slasher.

"(Y/n)! Do you have a death wish?!" Elliot shouted in anger as he strode towards you. The killer tilted his head at Elliot's words - almost as if he recognised you; but how was that possible? Maybe he recognised your name? What the fuck was going on!?

You shrieked in fear when the psychotic male seized your arm, hauling you towards him with little to no effort and snatching you up by the waist, his strength leaving you in frightened awe. He began to drag you away slowly, leaving Lucas and Ellie wounded with a shellshocked Elliot. But Elliot soon snapped out of it, grabbing a broken piece of wood from a stall and smacking the psycho in the face, resulting in you being released.

"We need to go! Now!" He ordered bravely, his hand curled around your wrist as he helped you move away from the strong slaughterer. The killer shook his head - the distracting pain fading at a rapid pace. He now focused his attention on Elliot; enraged by the teenage boy.

"Ellie! Lucas! Come on! Let's get out of here!" You called over to them in panic, watching them limp towards you both.

"What do we do? He's gonna kill us!" Ellie moaned miserably.

"I won't let him lay a finger on you, El." Lucas panted and pushed her behind him, glaring at the killer with nervous hatred. The burly lunatic was about to swing his machete at Elliot but a loud bang interrupted him, sending the male to the floor and making him motionless. Someone had shot him. Who-? 

A girl reloaded the gun, her fake nails pressed against the gun as she held it in front of her tightly. She had crystal-blue eyes, her long black hair flowing past her shoulders whilst a navy cap sat neatly on her head; her appearance striking you as very theatrical. This mysterious girl wore a black tank top with dark-blue leggings, black heels completing her bad-ass look. But she did have bandages around her arms and chest though - looking like she came straight out of a horror movie.

"Do you want to die? Because that's what's gonna happen if you don't follow me stat." She smartly remarked, cocking the pistol as the male began to move again.

"Who are you?" Elliot had an incredulous look on his face, staring at the girl with immense confusion.

"It doesn't matter! Do you want to be bashed in by a machete or do you want to stop asking stupid questions and fucking live?" She snapped at him, making sure the gun's aim stayed on the killer.

"Lucas's leg is bleeding, he won't be able to outrun this freak." Ellie wept worriedly, and the girl turned to her.

"I'll help you support him. You with the messy hair, here-" She tossed Elliot some car keys, "-my van's right ahead, let's get everyone in asap."

"Messy hair?" He repeatedly blankly; a little offended.

"Elliot is this really the time to be offended by an insult?" You sharply responded, hurrying towards the black vehicle ahead.

"Oh god he's up! Go, go, go!" Ellie cried in alarm and wrapped an arm around Lucas's waist - wanting him to hurry up. The girl did the same, both girls supporting him as you all tried to get to the van.

"Pass me the keys. You help the wounded warrior into the van, mop-head." The girl ordered curtly, keeping a stern eye on the killer. The masked-maniac gripped his machete, advancing towards you and your allies with fury.

Ellie, Lucas and Elliot piled into the back of the van whilst the girl hopped into the driver seat. You on the other hand hopped into the passenger seat, panicking when the deranged male tried to get in too. Luckily, the girl had locked the doors - making sure the lunatic stayed out. That didn't stop him from trying; the guy going as far as to bash his fists into the side of the van, leaving heavy dents in the sliding door.

"Drive, drive!" Elliot choked out, all of you on edge due to the dents. If he could cause dents with only his fists, you wondered what other damage this loon could do. Just who were you dealing with here?

The girl stepped on the pedal and the van sped off, leaving the strong killer in the dust as you all tried to calm down. It was difficult though; Lucas had a bleeding leg, Ellie had a sliced shoulder, both you and Elliot were still shaking off that shock and you had no clue who this girl was.

"Now can I ask you who the hell you are?" Elliot asked breathlessly, leaning back against the leather seat and trying to catch his breath.

"Name's Ariana. Ariana Miller. You can either tell me your names or I can nickname each of you. Your choice." She casually answered.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke to you? That goalie was seriously pissed off and we almost fucking died!" Lucas exploded angrily, clutching his leg with strained hands.

"Calm your tits, emo-boy. It's not a joke but freaking out isn't gonna keep you alive, now is it?" Ariana sternly argued, her eyes trained on the road ahead.

"She has a point." You agreed, quiet as you didn't want to start an argument. Lucas fell silent, casting a dark look towards the black-haired female.

"So who do we have here? We have...mop-head...emo-boy..."

"-Hey!" Lucas hissed, defensive and irritated by the smart-mouthed girl. She rolled her eyes, annoyed by how touchy Lucas was.

"Fine. Tell me your names then." Ariana sighed patiently.

"I'm Elliot." Elliot introduced himself tiredly, running a hand through his unruly dark hair.

"It's Ellie." Ellie dolefully spoke.

"Lucas." Lucas moodily muttered, crossing his arms as he checked Ellie's shoulder over.

"I'm-"

"I know who you are. (Y/n) (L/n). You're the one I've been looking for." Ariana cut you off, her eyes flicking to yours when the van slowed down - the light changing to red.

The one she's been looking for...?