The Uninvited by Mike Evans Page B

“Jack?” The stranger shook his no. “Isaac?” No again. “I didn’t know we had anyone else meeting us out here.”
    The stranger brought a machete from behind his back. Tony jumped backwards slamming himself into the door. He raised an arm to protect himself and the stranger brought the giant machete down, slashing across his forearm and cutting him from wrist to elbow. He screamed but his yells fell upon deaf ears that cared little about his pain. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
    The stranger knelt down and gripped Tony’s arm that was bleeding like a stuck pig. With his free arm he stuck a finger up through the cut into his knuckle and drew a face but this time it was a happy one. Tony kicked at the man’s feet but did little to keep him from doing what he wanted to. The man gripped Tony’s hair, pulling him forward and slamming his head against the back of the truck and smearing the face on it leaving nothing but a blood smear.
    Tony tried to get up now dazed and the man gripped his machete again pushing back up to his feet. When Tony looked up to him with tears in his eyes the man’s arm moved without hesitation. The blade whistled in the air as it split the front of his neck into two clean pieces leaving a flap of skin because of it. Tony tried to talk but whatever it was that the man had sliced through was leaving him without the ability to speak. Tony gripped his neck in an effort to try and stop the bleeding. Fresh red crimson blood poured through between his fingers. He tried to speak but only bloody air bubbles came from his mouth. The man knelt back down, staring into Tony’s eyes, watching the tears run freely from them.
    The man stood gripping the machete and turned to walk back out of sight. Tony sat there for a second watching as his world was beginning to turn black. He saw the edge of the trees hundreds of yards away and knew there was no chance in hell that he would be able to make it there before he bled out. The thought of how long it would take to get back to the hospital ran through his mind. He was angry now for falling asleep in the back of the truck. The fact that he was clueless as to how far away he was from any type of medical clinic was horrifying to him.
    Tony pushed up from the grass and staggered around the side of the truck, leaving blood stains the entire way beneath him and alongside the white truck. He looked around wild-eyed trying to see where the stranger had disappeared. He feared for the others coming back, but the thought of his own demise was more important at this moment than their safety. He opened the car door, hit the horn, and did not let go of it.
     

Chapter 7
     
    The four sitting together heard it at the same time. They listened for a moment, waiting for it to stop. Jack said, “Dude, I’m pretty sure that is your car man. I hope pretty boy isn’t fucking up your ride.”
    “Why, would he be doing that?”
    Jack said, “I don’t know. Why would he be honking your horn out in the middle of nowhere? You think maybe he’s lonely?”
    “Maybe he doesn’t like waking up by himself in some stranger's car in the middle of nowhere by himself,” Traci said.
    When the horn did not stop Isaac pushed up from his lunch. “Fucking idiot. Okay, I guess I’ll go check on him and see what the hell he wants.”
    Katy said, “Don’t worry about it we will all go. Besides, we are done eating anyways.”
    Jack said, “Would it be too much to ask you guys to bring me and Traci a few beers back with you?”
    “I’m sorry but I’m not staying out in the woods with you Jack. I came out here to spend the weekend with the man I love, not sitting around waiting for more beer to come with his best friend.”
    “Oh, that hurts. Come on, Traci.”
    The four all went walking to the edge of the woods and back to the clearing. Isaac thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye in the distance by the road but a screaming full of belligerence came from his left.