The night was dark and silent as the three disfigured hillbillies—Three Finger, Saw Tooth, and One Eye—crept towards the Fairlake power plant. Their grotesque features twisted into sinister smiles as they approached the gate. Three Finger, holding a pair of bolt cutters, swiftly snapped the lock. The gate creaked open, and the trio made their way inside the compound.
Inside the security office, M. Johnson, the night watchman, monitored the CCTV screens. He noticed the intruders on the feed and muttered to himself, "Damn drunk kids." But as he zoomed in on one of the figures, he caught a glimpse of One Eye's mutilated face.
"What the hell...?" Johnson's blood ran cold. Realizing the severity of the situation, he grabbed his baton and cautiously made his way towards the plant's main area.
The trio was wreaking havoc, smashing equipment and tearing at wires. Johnson arrived just in time to see Saw Tooth rip apart an electrical panel.
"Hey! What the hell's going on here?" Johnson shouted, trying to sound authoritative despite his mounting fear.
The trio turned to face him, their smiles widening into malicious grins. Johnson could see the madness in their eyes.
"Oh, fuck this shit." he muttered, turning on his heel and sprinting back the way he came.
Three Finger's maniacal laughter echoed through the plant as the trio gave chase. Johnson's heart pounded in his chest as he raced down the dimly lit corridors, but his fear only seemed to amuse his pursuers.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Johnson cursed under his breath, his panic growing with each step. He rounded a corner and found himself trapped in a dead-end hallway. He turned to face his attackers, raising his baton defensively. "Stay back! Don't come any closer or I'll fucking beat you up!"
Ignoring his threats, the trio advanced. Saw Tooth lunged forward, delivering a brutal punch to Johnson's head. The force of the blow sent him sprawling to the ground, his baton clattering away.
Three Finger and One Eye grabbed Johnson's arms and hoisted him up, dragging him towards the power lines. Johnson screamed and begged, "Fuck, don't! Please, don't!"
They ignored his pleas, stringing him up onto the high-voltage lines. Three Finger laughed maniacally as Johnson's body convulsed with electric shocks. His cries of agony filled the night air until, finally, he fell silent.
........
[Back in the Fairlake Sheriff Station]
The Fairlake Sheriff Station, a modest building with aged brick walls and metal bars on the windows, sat eerily silent as the night wore on. The dim glow from computer screens cast a pale blue light across the room. Sheriff Angela Carter sat at her cluttered desk, the soft hum of the computer.
Sheriff Angela, a stern woman in her early forties with long, practical hair and a no-nonsense demeanor, looked closely at the information on her computer. She glanced over at Adam Wilson and Porter Harmss, who were sitting in a cell across from her desk.
"Adam Wilson, 19 years old," Angela read aloud from the computer screen, her voice echoing slightly in the stillness. "An orphan living with his uncle, with no criminal record, and reported missing until the survivors declared you dead."
Billy, sitting in the adjacent cell, glanced over at Adam with a puzzled expression.
Angela scrolled further through the digital file, her eyes narrowing. She turned back to Adam, her brow furrowed with curiosity and suspicion. "In the 2000 cannibal incident, Jonathan Hudgerson and Diane Gayle, the two survivors, stated that you and the others were declared dead."
Billy's eyes widened in shock. He muttered, "What?" as he stared at Adam, trying to comprehend the information.
In a nearby cell, Maynard Odets, a grizzled old man with a sinister look in his eyes, was equally taken aback. "You!" he shouted, his voice grating. "Do you know him?"
Mose, an older inmate sharing Maynard's cell, rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath, clearly annoyed by Maynard's outburst.
Adam ignored Maynard's question, his gaze remaining steady and unflinching on Sheriff Angela.
Angela stood up from her desk, the legs of her chair scraping against the old linoleum floor. She walked over to Adam's cell, her boots clicking against the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Her eyes met Adam's intense green eyes. "Why does it say here that you are officially dead?" she asked, her voice full of confusion.
Adam responded calmly, his voice low and measured. "Did you see my body?"
"Pardon?" Angela asked, slightly taken aback, her grip tightening on the metal bars of the cell.
"I said, did you see my dead body? If there is no body, then a person could still be alive, right?" Adam's voice remained steady, his eyes never leaving Angela's.
Angela nodded slowly, processing his words. "That's true, but if someone is missing for years, the Presumption of Death Act 2013 applies."
Adam nodded, his demeanor calm and collected. "But here I am, not missing."
Before Angela could respond, the lights in the station flickered, then went out completely, plunging the room into darkness. The sudden loss of power brought an eerie silence, punctuated only by the distant sound of wind rustling through the trees outside.
Angela quickly pulled out her flashlight and clicked it on, casting a steady beam of light that cut through the darkness. "What's going on?" she said, her voice tinged with concern as she scanned the room, the flashlight beam illuminating the worried faces of the inmates.
Billy began to panic, pacing his cell anxiously, the clinking of metal chains echoing through the room. Porter, sitting beside Adam, gulped nervously, his eyes darting around the darkened room. Adam remained seated, his expression serious and composed, seemingly unfazed by the blackout.
Maynard, sensing the growing tension, started laughing maniacally, his voice echoing off the cold, stone walls. "It's started." he declared, his eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and excitement.
"Will you please shut up?" Angela snapped, her flashlight beam now focused on Maynard.
Maynard's laughter continued, his voice rising. "They're coming to kill all of you. No... He's coming."
Angela turned to face Maynard, her expression a mix of frustration and worry. "Who's coming?"
Adam suddenly spoke up, his voice cutting through the darkness. "Alpha is coming."
Everyone in the station turned to look at Adam, their faces a mixture of confusion and fear.
"What?" Billy and the others exclaimed in unison, their voices overlapping in the tense silence.
Porter, sharing the cell with Adam, leaned in and whispered urgently, "So this is your plan? To be here because you knew Alpha was coming?"
Adam nodded curtly, his eyes focused and determined.
Porter whispered again, his voice tinged with disbelief, "What the...? Do you have some kind of power to see the future too?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Adam replied, his voice firm and steady.
Maynard, his voice rising with excitement, shouted, "So you really know him!"
Angela, exasperated and confused, looked around at the group. "Seriously, what's going on? Who knows who? And who are you all talking about?"
The station fell into an uneasy silence, the darkness amplifying the tension. Angela's flashlight beam flickered over the faces of the inmates, each one reflecting a mixture of fear, confusion, and anticipation. The sounds of the festival, once close, now seemed far away, adding to the growing fear inside the station
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[Meanwhile Alpha side]
Meanwhile, Alpha strode purposefully through the dimly lit streets of Fairlake, his disfigured minions trailing behind him like ominous shadows in the night. His gaze was steely, his mind focused on one singular objective: reaching the Fairlake Sheriff Station.
Alpha glanced at his disfigured minions, their horrific appearances a clear testament to the brutalities they had both suffered and wrought upon others. Despite their gruesome disfigurements, they moved with an unsettling harmony, their actions fluid and deliberate.
"Seems like the Trio brothers are still not here," Alpha remarked, his voice low and gravelly.
The four disfigured minions nodded in silent acknowledgment, their loyalty to Alpha unwavering.
"Let's go to the station." Alpha commanded confidently, a smirk playing on his lips. He was certain Adam Wilson was there, and anticipation fueled his every step.
.........
[Back at the Fairlake Sheriff Station]
The Fairlake Sheriff Station, a dimly lit and somewhat rundown building, was filled with an uneasy silence. The sounds of the festival were distant and muffled, creating an eerie contrast to the tension inside. Sheriff Angela Carter, a woman in her early forties with a determined look and short, practical hair, stood at her desk. The glow from her computer screen cast shadows on her face as she looked at the inmates.
"Seriously, who is this Alpha?" Sheriff Angela asked, her voice tinged with frustration and curiosity.
Adam Wilson, a young man with brown wavy hair and striking green eyes, sat in a cell with Porter Harmss beside him. Adam's expression was stern and focused. "His name is Alpha, the leader of the cannibal people. You said I was declared dead along with my other friends, right?"
Sheriff Angela nodded. Maynard Odets, an older man with a sinister smile, stood in his cell, smirking. Mose, another inmate, looked shocked and stayed silent, while Billy, in the adjacent cell, looked confused by the unfolding revelations. Porter, already familiar with Adam's story, sat quietly.
Adam continued, his voice filled the small, tense room, each word laden with suppressed anger and pain. His eyes, usually calm and steady, now reflected a deep-seated rage and sorrow.
"He was the reason why my friends died, and also..." Adam began, his voice steady but strained. "The one always with me," he paused, the memories weighing heavily on his shoulders, "my uncle, died because of them."
The room fell silent, the gravity of Adam's words hanging in the air. Sheriff Angela Carter watched him intently, her expression a mix of empathy and concern.
"Only Jonathan, Diane, and I survived," Adam continued, his voice quieter now, the pain of loss evident in his eyes. "Jonathan and Diane think I'm dead," he said, his gaze locking onto Sheriff Angela's, "but I hid from them so they would forget about me and I could hunt that fucker."
Sheriff Angela listened, her heart sinking at the raw emotion in Adam's words. She could feel the weight of his grief, the burden of seeking justice for those lost.
Sheriff Angela, taken aback by the raw emotion in Adam's voice, says softly, "I'm... so... sorry."
Adam shakes his head. "It's okay."
Sheriff Angela gulps, composing herself. "Uhm... you... For three years you've been doing all that?"
Adam nods. "Yes, for three years, all I've been doing is hunting that fucker. That's why I'm here."
Porter adds, his voice firm, "I also want to kill that fucker for killing my best friend. That's why I'm with Adam here in front of you all."
Sheriff Angela, trying to piece everything together, says, "Wait, you are here because of weed... If its not so all of those things... were just a deception for you to get here? But why?"
Adam's eyes gleam with determination. "Because I knew that fucker would come here to this station."
Sheriff Angela, incredulous, asks, "But how? How did you know?"
Adam replies simply, "My guts." Though in truth, Adam had another reason—he knew the plot of the movie "Wrong Turn 5" and anticipated Alpha's moves.
Maynard scoffs from his cell. "That's bullshit, kid. What guts... fuck off. You're all dead. You hear me, kid?"
Adam silently stares at Maynard, his eyes cold and unwavering.
Billy, fed up with Maynard's outbursts, shouts, "Fuck you, old man."
Mose, unable to handle Maynard's grumbling any longer, says, "Sheriff, I don't want to be in here with this guy. Can you please put me in another cell?"
Sheriff Angela sighs, unlocking Maynard and Mose's cell. "You can go home, Mose."
As Mose steps out, Angela quickly relocks the cell to ensure Maynard can't escape. Maynard stands there, smiling malevolently.
Mose looks at Angela, concerned. "Where are your deputies?"
"Covering the festival." Angela replies.
Mose hesitates. "Maybe I should stick around?"
Angela, slightly confused, asks, "What for?"
Mose, sincere, says, "You've got nobody with you, just in case."
Mose then adds, "And also, I'm not a criminal. You just locked me up because I was sleeping drunk in a public place."
Sheriff Angela chuckles softly. "Next time, don't sleep in public places drunk." She then looks Mose in the eyes and says, "It's fine, Mose. He's just a crazy old man."
Mose, still concerned, insists, "Just in case. If you don't mind, that is."
Angela sighs, seeing his earnestness. "Okay, but make yourself useful. Go through the drawers for the flashlights."
Maynard, watching this, taunts, "Light ain't going to save you."
Angela, exasperated, turns to Maynard. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to charge you with threatening an officer."
Maynard grins. "Hey, charge away, officer."
To be continue