Spirit Lake Ep. 1.49

Roy felt his arms wrap tighter around Paul. The sounds coming from the rest of the house had woken him up. He was pretty sure he had heard a scream, a man, maybe a woman. A scream, with everything that had been going on so far, was a bad sign.
"Roy, you're hurting me." Paul pulled Roy's arm away. "Stay calm."
"Calm?" Roy just looked at him, unable to even process the word.
"Bad choice of words, I know." Paul stood up, scanning the room.
The moonlight illuminated almost everything, and it was obvious they were alone, that much Roy could tell. For how long? That one was up in the air. Roy stood, slowly walking over to the fire place at the far end of the room, trying to make as little noise as possible. He was pretty sure that the Black Rose members already knew where everyone was in the house, but he didn't want to help them. He carefuly picked up a fire poker. If he was going to get attacked he was going to be armed.
"Good idea." Paul's voice was a loud whisper. Loud enough to make both of them suddenly hold their breaths.
There was silence, only the sounds of the woods around the mansion occasionally breaking through. Roy knew the silence was misleading. It was only a matter of time before someone attacked.
As if on que the window next to Paul exploded into a shower of glass shards. Paul covered his face, falling back onto the couch. Roy was over to him in a second. Paul still wasn't in the best shape after his accident, and if left on his own he probably wouldn't fair so well.
Roy didn't even bother to look back. He just threw Paul's arm over his shoulder and bolted for the foyer. As he ran he could hear footsteps keeping in time with his, almost perfect pace. Occasionally he would hear a quiet laugh, distinctly female.
"You'll never get away." The woman's voice was perfectly calm.
Roy on the other hand was winded. Paul was heavy, and the hallway from the family room to the foyer seemed longer than ever. He knew he needed to loose some weight, but if he didn't get his act together then he'd never get the chance.
When Roy finally did get to the foyer he skidded to a stop, his jaw falling slack. That woman was right. He never would get away.
Standing in the center of the foyer, naked as the day she was born, was Moira Clawson. In front of her, on their knees, were his friends, knives held to their throats. Roxanne looked half awake, a trickle of blood dripping down her forhead, and Julie's face was pretty bruised, but for the most part they all seemed to be alive and well. For now.
"Welcome to the party." Moira held out her hands, gesturing to the loved ones whose lives she know controled.
Roy felt the wind get knocked out of him, Paul falling from his grip, as the woman who had been chasing him collided with his spine.
"Now we can get started." Moira laughed, her eyes seeming to burn holes into Roy. He looked away.
He had run Paul right into her trap.