Just as Andrea felt life slipping through his fingers, a brilliant light tore through the darkness. It wasn't warm or comforting; it was sharp and searing. When the light finally faded, he blinked as his surroundings came into focus.
A cornfield. Rows of tall stalks stretched endlessly under the vast, starless sky. But that wasn't all. Around was what could only be called a chaotic teenage party, with loud music, scattered laughter, and groups of people talking and stumbling through the cornfield. Laughter and music reverberated in the air, mingling with the earthy smell of corn and sweat.
"This is gonna be fun," Andrea said, a grin spreading across his face—though it didn't quite reach his eyes.
♫
Fein Fein Fein Fein Fein Fein
🎶
The music hit him like a slap to the face, the same lyric repeating on a loop and grating on his nerves. Tensed and muttering to himself, he said, "This is the mission, right? But seriously, who chooses this as background music? It feels like they're trying to torture me."
"Hey, Adam! Why are you standing there like some creep?" a voice suddenly cut through the noise. Andrea turned to see Jack and his friends, flashlights in hand, already heading toward the dense wall of corn. "We're going to the Love Tree. You coming?"
Andrea's smirk faltered for a moment. Of course, they think I'm Adam. That's the role I'm supposed to play. But hearing it out loud stings.
"No, you go ahead without me," he replied, forcing the smirk back onto his face and trying to keep his tone casual.
"Whatever. See you later, loser!" one of my friends called back. Their laughter lingered as they disappeared into the shadows of the cornfield, their flashlights bobbing like fireflies before fading into the night.
Andrea's smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. "Enjoy your little adventure while it lasts, bastards," he muttered. "You're not the only ones headed for trouble tonight."
(Jack Pov)
After weaving through the cornfield, my girlfriend and I decided to separate from the group for some time alone.
(A/N: Cough, cough—well, you get the idea.)
"It's been a while since we've done this," said Jack with a sly grin, his fingers hesitating for a moment before tugging at Susan's shirt. His touch lingered as his hands moved to her bumbag, his movements deliberate but laced with nervous energy, playfully toying with it as if testing her reaction.
MMHHHH Moan
"We should be doing this, Jack, " said Susan nervously as she stopped Jack from playing.
"Oh, come on, bae. There is nobody here except me and you, so stop worrying and bend down and take a drink," said Jake, frustrated.
"If you say so," said Susan seductively as she kneeled and suck his balls.
Hiccupp
MMMMHHHH
MOANNNN
"I am going to cum, ehhhh", moaned Jack as he held Susan on the head tightly.
Drip
RUSTLE!
Jake paused and glanced over his shoulder, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face.
"Did you hear that?" he asks, his voice quieter than before.
Susan removed her mouth and rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't be such a wimp. It's probably just the wind."
A faint rustling from deeper within the cornfield draws both their gazes. Jake tightens his grip on Susan, "I swear I saw something move."
Before Susan can respond, a horrifying sound—a mix of metal scraping and guttural growls—emerges from the field. Then, with terrifying suddenness, a figure steps into the moonlight: a scarecrow wielding a massive scythe, its glowing red eyes piercing through the darkness.
Jake shouts, Run! and pulls Susan along, but the scarecrow is faster. It moves with unnatural speed, its scythe flashing in the moonlight. His scream is cut short as the blade slices cleanly through him, his body collapsing lifelessly to the ground.
Susan stumbles, tears streaming down her face as she turns to flee. Her sobs echo through the field, her legs carrying her forward as adrenaline takes over. But the monster closes in, its shadow engulfing her. The last thing she sees is the glint of its scythe descending toward her.
AHHHHHH!
(BACK TO Andrea)
"Being 3 hours and there is nothing, no monster, no teen just an empty barn", bored Andrea as he busying clean his guns.
Andrea tenses as the sound of approaching footsteps and Susan's distant scream reach him. He loads his pistol and scans the darkness, his heart pounding as his instincts scream danger.
His mind flashes back to their earlier warning about the cornfield, the ominous tales of strange disappearances now too real to ignore. "Stay calm," he mutters, gripping the weapon tightly. The faint smell of blood reaches his nose, sharpening his focus as he braces for whatever emerges from the shadows.
The scarecrow bursts from the cornfield, dragging its scythe behind it, blood dripping from its blade. Andrea fires a warning shot, but the scarecrow deflects the bullet with a quick flick of its weapon. Its glowing eyes lock onto Andrea as it lets out a bone-chilling roar.
"Alright, you want a fight? Let's go!" Andrea mutters, switching his stance to Gun Kala. (A/N: He learned that from his family).
He steps into a defensive stance, circling the scarecrow. As the monster lunges, Andrea dodges with Ghost Step, appearing behind it and slashing with his blade. Sparks fly as the weapon connects with the scarecrow's hardened straw body, leaving a gash but not stopping its momentum.
(T/N: Ghost step is a quick movement technique used in fighting. It is like Flash step in amine but this move is real, search online).
The scarecrow retaliates with a wide swing of its scythe. Andrea ducks, the blade narrowly missing him, and counters with precise strikes aimed at the monster's joints. The scarecrow stumbles but recovers quickly, adapting to Andrea's movements.
"Damn, it's learning my fighting style," Andrea mutters, panting as he takes a moment to reassess. The scarecrow, now visibly more strategic in its movements, charges at him with a feint, pretending to aim for his legs before swinging its scythe high. Andrea barely blocks the attack with Gun Kala, the impact sending him skidding back across the dirt floor.
"That bastard is testing me," Andrea realizes, gritting his teeth. He counters by slashing at the scarecrow's legs, managing to sever a chunk of its straw. Yet, the scarecrow quickly regenerates, using nearby debris to patch itself.
Andrea switches tactics, leading the scarecrow into a tighter space within the barn. He flips over a support beam with Ghost Step, firing off shots mid-air to distract it. The scarecrow swings wildly, taking out beams and hay bales, but Andrea notices its attacks becoming more calculated with each miss.
The realization hits him hard. "It's not just adapting—it's analyzing me." With a growl of frustration, he uses Gun Kala to carve through a pulley system above. The falling chains wrap around the scarecrow, momentarily restraining it. However, even as it struggles, the monster's glowing eyes seem to mock him, promising that it won't stay down for long.
The fight rages on, Andrea using every technique in his arsenal to outmaneuver the scarecrow. Ghost Step allows him to stay just out of reach, while Gun Kala delivers sharp strikes that gradually weaken the monster. Despite his efforts, the scarecrow's relentless attacks and sheer strength begin to wear him down.
As Andrea retreats into the barn, he creates a makeshift trap by shooting a rope holding a stack of hay bales. The bales crash down, momentarily pinning the scarecrow. Andrea seizes the opportunity to light a trail of diesel on the ground, engulfing the scarecrow in flames. The monster roars in agony, its body thrashing as the fire consumes it.
Andrea exhales, relief washing over him. "Got you, you bastard."
But as the flames die down, the scarecrow emerges, charred but still moving. Its glowing eyes burn brighter with fury. Before Andrea can react, it lunges forward and drives its scythe into his chest. Pain erupts through his body as he collapses to his knees, blood pooling beneath him.
"Not… yet," Andrea grits out, his hand trembling as he raises his pistol. With his last ounce of strength, he aims at the scarecrow's head and pulls the trigger. The bullet pierces the monster's skull, shattering it instantly. The scarecrow's body collapses, lifeless at last.
Andrea falls back, gasping for air as darkness edges into his vision. "Worst… night… ever," he mutters before losing consciousness, the victorious silence of the night settling around him.
[You are dead]
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