Rock Bottom.
Lacey was not centered. She was not in her happy place.
Oh no, she was just in a wooded area surrounding a group of cabins that had long since fallen past the state of disrepair. When she had first spotted the cabins her thoughts had immediately turned to Friday the 13th, but thankfully this seemed like less of a summer camp and merely more of a rundown forest retreat. Lacey was hoping that she wasn't a Mary-Sue in a Friday the 13th movie. She was pretty sure that if she was, she'd be a goner. Not because she couldn't do anything, but because it was always the sweet innocent virgin type girl who survived.
Lacey Voorhees was not sweet. And she was certainly not innocent. In other words, she was fucked and not in a hot and kinky kind of way.
She was currently on top of a roof of a cabin, trying to get a good look around. With only the moon as her light source it was a challenge to say the least. She was hating this. She'd already come across several bodies, victims of whatever nutjob was slaughtering people here. Most were hacked up but she had found one death by bludgeoning. It ad not been a pleasant sight. If she weren't her, she'd probably have lost her lunch at some point. Thankfully she was able to control herself.
Lacey stilled instantly. Had she heard something? She didn't see anything, but that meant nothing. The woman barely breathed as she tried to listen to her surroundings. She heard a slight creak for her efforts. It was somewhere in the cabin below. It had-
Creak.
No, it was- Lacey turned her head and found herself staring at a pair worn out work boots. She swallowed and immediately rolled to the side just as an ax slammed into the spot she'd been laying. Unfortunately, she hadn't timed her roll quite right and she ended up falling off the roof and onto the damp grass below. She groaned but silently thanked god (or whoever was watching) for not being on top of a really tall building. Lacey scrambled to her feet, wincing in pain. She was bruised but not broken and so she started to run just as she heard the thud of the resident psycho's feet hitting the ground.
She didn't bother heading for any of the other cabins, knowing she could be cornered if she tried to hide again. She needed open ground. She needed a weapon. She needed-
-To scream, because an arm suddenly wrapped itself around her. Lacey struggled, only to be thrown aside like a rag doll over a rocky hill. She couldn't keep from crying out as she tumbled down the hillside.
The last thing she felt was a sharp pain as she hit bottom. And then...
Nothing.
Oh no, she was just in a wooded area surrounding a group of cabins that had long since fallen past the state of disrepair. When she had first spotted the cabins her thoughts had immediately turned to Friday the 13th, but thankfully this seemed like less of a summer camp and merely more of a rundown forest retreat. Lacey was hoping that she wasn't a Mary-Sue in a Friday the 13th movie. She was pretty sure that if she was, she'd be a goner. Not because she couldn't do anything, but because it was always the sweet innocent virgin type girl who survived.
Lacey Voorhees was not sweet. And she was certainly not innocent. In other words, she was fucked and not in a hot and kinky kind of way.
She was currently on top of a roof of a cabin, trying to get a good look around. With only the moon as her light source it was a challenge to say the least. She was hating this. She'd already come across several bodies, victims of whatever nutjob was slaughtering people here. Most were hacked up but she had found one death by bludgeoning. It ad not been a pleasant sight. If she weren't her, she'd probably have lost her lunch at some point. Thankfully she was able to control herself.
Lacey stilled instantly. Had she heard something? She didn't see anything, but that meant nothing. The woman barely breathed as she tried to listen to her surroundings. She heard a slight creak for her efforts. It was somewhere in the cabin below. It had-
Creak.
No, it was- Lacey turned her head and found herself staring at a pair worn out work boots. She swallowed and immediately rolled to the side just as an ax slammed into the spot she'd been laying. Unfortunately, she hadn't timed her roll quite right and she ended up falling off the roof and onto the damp grass below. She groaned but silently thanked god (or whoever was watching) for not being on top of a really tall building. Lacey scrambled to her feet, wincing in pain. She was bruised but not broken and so she started to run just as she heard the thud of the resident psycho's feet hitting the ground.
She didn't bother heading for any of the other cabins, knowing she could be cornered if she tried to hide again. She needed open ground. She needed a weapon. She needed-
-To scream, because an arm suddenly wrapped itself around her. Lacey struggled, only to be thrown aside like a rag doll over a rocky hill. She couldn't keep from crying out as she tumbled down the hillside.
The last thing she felt was a sharp pain as she hit bottom. And then...
Nothing.
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