(WEBSERIE) The Wrong Turn: Chapter Four
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(WEBSERIE) The Wrong Turn: Chapter Four
Previously on… Chapter Three: https://kovaze.com/blog/106199
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Chapter Four:
Silence.
Not empty.
Not calm.
Watching.
Inside the car, no one spoke.
Four of them now.
Gabs.
Ribs.
BRAT.
Bubba.
Fran.
No one said StayC’s name.
Because saying it made it real.
Ribs gripped the steering wheel again.
Hard.
Her knuckles white.
“They’re changing the pattern,” she said quietly.
“What?” Bubba whispered.
“They didn’t rush this time,” Ribs continued. “They waited. They let her choose.”
BRAT frowned. “So?”
“So this isn’t random,” Ribs said. “It’s structured.”
Outside—
They were still there.
Poof.
Jaded.
Glitter.
Melanie.
Cristi.
Torimarie.
Standing.
Watching.
Learning.
“They think they’re better than us,” Fran whispered, shaking.
“They know they are,” BRAT muttered.
A laugh.
Low.
From outside.
Jaded stepped forward.
“You finally getting it?” she said.
Her voice wasn’t playful anymore.
It was sharp.
Ugly.
“You people always take too long,” Jaded continued. “Always confused, always emotional.”
Gabs frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Jaded tilted her head.
“Outsiders,” she said. “Always coming into places that aren’t yours.”
Cristi smirked.
“Dragging your mess with you,” she added.
Melanie crossed her arms.
“Thinking you belong everywhere.”
BRAT snapped.
“We were LOST!”
“No,” Jaded said coldly.
“You were allowed in.”
A beat.
Then—
Glitter laughed softly.
“They all think it’s an accident,” she said. “Every time.”
Torimarie whispered something under her breath.
Faster now.
Nervous.
Jaded stepped closer to the car.
Her eyes scanning them.
Judging.
“We don’t make mistakes here,” she said. “We keep things the way they’re supposed to be.”
Bubba swallowed.
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
A pause.
Then Cristi spoke.
Blunt.
“We don’t mix.”
Silence dropped.
Heavy.
Melanie added, almost casually:
“People like you come in… change things… ruin things.”
Gabs felt her stomach twist.
“This is insane.”
“No,” Jaded said.
“This is order.”
Glitter smiled faintly.
“Strong borders,” she added.
Cristi laughed.
“Strong leadership.”
Melanie nodded.
“Finally someone who understood that.”
BRAT frowned.
“What are you even talking about?”
Jaded’s smile widened.
“You wouldn’t get it,” she said. “People like you never do.”
A pause.
Then—
“But he did.”
Poof didn’t move.
Didn’t react.
Jaded gestured vaguely.
“He knew how to keep things in place,” she continued. “No chaos. No outsiders. No dilution.”
Glitter added:
“Make things the way they were supposed to be again.”
Fran whispered, horrified:
“What is wrong with you people…?”
Ribs stepped forward slightly inside the car.
Eyes sharp.
Analyzing.
“They think they’re preserving something,” she said quietly.
Jaded smiled.
“Exactly.”
Then her gaze snapped to Gabs.
Cold.
Focused.
“And you don’t belong in it.”
Silence.
The door opened.
“Gabs—NO—” Bubba gasped.
Too late.
Gabs stepped out.
Ribs cursed under her breath—
Then immediately followed.
“Stay behind me,” Ribs said.
“Not happening,” Gabs replied.
They stopped a few steps away from the group.
Poof watched them.
But only one of them mattered.
Gabs.
“You keep staring,” she said. “Why?”
No answer.
Jaded scoffed.
“Oh my god,” she muttered. “Don’t tell me—”
Poof finally spoke.
“You’re not like the others.”
Ribs stepped in instantly.
“Don’t,” she warned.
Gabs frowned.
“What does that mean?”
Poof hesitated.
Just for a second.
That was enough.
Glitter’s smile slowly grew.
“Oh this is bad…” she whispered.
Jaded turned.
Really looked at him now.
Disgust spreading across her face.
“You’re serious,” she said.
“I didn’t say that,” Poof replied.
Too fast.
“Yes, you did,” Jaded snapped. “Just not out loud.”
Tension snapped tight.
Ribs noticed everything.
The hesitation.
The shift.
The imbalance.
“You’re breaking your own rules,” she said quietly.
That hit.
Hard.
Poof’s eyes flickered to her.
Then back to Gabs.
“I don’t want—”
He stopped.
Silence.
Jaded stepped closer.
Dangerous.
Unstable.
“Finish that sentence,” she said.
Poof didn’t.
That was the answer.
Something in Jaded snapped.
“This is what happens,” she said, her voice rising, cracking, “when you let them in.”
Her breathing became uneven.
Erratic.
“They infect everything,” she continued. “They make you weak.”
Melanie stepped back.
“Jaded—”
Too late.
Jaded pointed violently at Gabs.
“This is why we keep them OUT!”
The air changed.
Instantly.
Torimarie dropped to her knees.
“It’s listening—” she whispered.
A low sound echoed through the town.
@Not from them.
From everywhere.
Ribs grabbed Gabs’ arm.
“Back. Now.”
Jaded laughed.
Too loud.
Too wrong.
“You think this place chooses?” she said. “We are the ones who—”
CRACK.
She froze.
A sound.
Wet.
Deep.
From inside her.
Her smile faltered.
“What—” she whispered.
Her arm jerked.
Wrong direction.
Bone pushing under skin.
SNAP.
Her elbow bent backward.
Fran screamed from the car.
Jaded gasped—
Then choked—
As her ribs shifted under her skin.
Visible.
Moving.
“No—no—NO—” she stammered.
Her torso twisted violently.
Like something inside her was pulling her apart.
Cristi stepped back.
“What is happening—?”
Torimarie sobbed.
“It’s correcting… it’s correcting—”
Jaded collapsed to her knees.
Her spine arched—
Too far—
CRACK.
Her body folded.
Unnaturally.
Blood spilled from her mouth.
Her jaw dislocated sideways.
Her eyes locked on Poof.
Begging.
“Help—”
It came out broken.
Wet.
Poof didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
Because now he understood.
They didn’t control Dry Creek.
Dry Creek controlled them.
Jaded’s body convulsed one last time—
Bones snapping inward—
Like she was being crushed from the inside—
Then—
Silence.
She dropped.
What remained…
Was wrong.
Unrecognizable.
No one moved.
Not the girls.
Not the killers.
For the first time—
They all felt the same thing.
Fear.
Glitter whispered:
“…it didn’t like that.”
A long pause.
Then—
Poof looked at Gabs.
And finally said it.
Clear.
Undeniable.
“I don’t want you to die.”
The words cut through everything.
Ribs stiffened instantly.
Protective.
Alert.
“Yeah?” she said coldly. “That’s a problem.”
Because the ground trembled.
Again.
Stronger this time.
Torimarie started crying.
“It’s watching him now…”
Gabs didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
But her heart was racing.
Because that wasn’t just interest.
That was something else.
Something dangerous.
Ribs pulled her back.
Slow.
Careful.
“We’re leaving,” she whispered.
But deep down—
She knew.
No one leaves Dry Creek.
Behind them—
Poof didn’t follow.
Didn’t attack.
He just stood there.
Watching Gabs.
Not like prey.
Like something he wasn’t supposed to want.
And in Dry Creek—
That might be the worst mistake of all.
Four entered the night.
Four remained.
But now—
The game had changed.
Because the town didn’t just watch the girls anymore.
It was watching him too.
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Chapter Four:
Silence.
Not empty.
Not calm.
Watching.
Inside the car, no one spoke.
Four of them now.
Gabs.
Ribs.
BRAT.
Bubba.
Fran.
No one said StayC’s name.
Because saying it made it real.
Ribs gripped the steering wheel again.
Hard.
Her knuckles white.
“They’re changing the pattern,” she said quietly.
“What?” Bubba whispered.
“They didn’t rush this time,” Ribs continued. “They waited. They let her choose.”
BRAT frowned. “So?”
“So this isn’t random,” Ribs said. “It’s structured.”
Outside—
They were still there.
Poof.
Jaded.
Glitter.
Melanie.
Cristi.
Torimarie.
Standing.
Watching.
Learning.
“They think they’re better than us,” Fran whispered, shaking.
“They know they are,” BRAT muttered.
A laugh.
Low.
From outside.
Jaded stepped forward.
“You finally getting it?” she said.
Her voice wasn’t playful anymore.
It was sharp.
Ugly.
“You people always take too long,” Jaded continued. “Always confused, always emotional.”
Gabs frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Jaded tilted her head.
“Outsiders,” she said. “Always coming into places that aren’t yours.”
Cristi smirked.
“Dragging your mess with you,” she added.
Melanie crossed her arms.
“Thinking you belong everywhere.”
BRAT snapped.
“We were LOST!”
“No,” Jaded said coldly.
“You were allowed in.”
A beat.
Then—
Glitter laughed softly.
“They all think it’s an accident,” she said. “Every time.”
Torimarie whispered something under her breath.
Faster now.
Nervous.
Jaded stepped closer to the car.
Her eyes scanning them.
Judging.
“We don’t make mistakes here,” she said. “We keep things the way they’re supposed to be.”
Bubba swallowed.
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
A pause.
Then Cristi spoke.
Blunt.
“We don’t mix.”
Silence dropped.
Heavy.
Melanie added, almost casually:
“People like you come in… change things… ruin things.”
Gabs felt her stomach twist.
“This is insane.”
“No,” Jaded said.
“This is order.”
Glitter smiled faintly.
“Strong borders,” she added.
Cristi laughed.
“Strong leadership.”
Melanie nodded.
“Finally someone who understood that.”
BRAT frowned.
“What are you even talking about?”
Jaded’s smile widened.
“You wouldn’t get it,” she said. “People like you never do.”
A pause.
Then—
“But he did.”
Poof didn’t move.
Didn’t react.
Jaded gestured vaguely.
“He knew how to keep things in place,” she continued. “No chaos. No outsiders. No dilution.”
Glitter added:
“Make things the way they were supposed to be again.”
Fran whispered, horrified:
“What is wrong with you people…?”
Ribs stepped forward slightly inside the car.
Eyes sharp.
Analyzing.
“They think they’re preserving something,” she said quietly.
Jaded smiled.
“Exactly.”
Then her gaze snapped to Gabs.
Cold.
Focused.
“And you don’t belong in it.”
Silence.
The door opened.
“Gabs—NO—” Bubba gasped.
Too late.
Gabs stepped out.
Ribs cursed under her breath—
Then immediately followed.
“Stay behind me,” Ribs said.
“Not happening,” Gabs replied.
They stopped a few steps away from the group.
Poof watched them.
But only one of them mattered.
Gabs.
“You keep staring,” she said. “Why?”
No answer.
Jaded scoffed.
“Oh my god,” she muttered. “Don’t tell me—”
Poof finally spoke.
“You’re not like the others.”
Ribs stepped in instantly.
“Don’t,” she warned.
Gabs frowned.
“What does that mean?”
Poof hesitated.
Just for a second.
That was enough.
Glitter’s smile slowly grew.
“Oh this is bad…” she whispered.
Jaded turned.
Really looked at him now.
Disgust spreading across her face.
“You’re serious,” she said.
“I didn’t say that,” Poof replied.
Too fast.
“Yes, you did,” Jaded snapped. “Just not out loud.”
Tension snapped tight.
Ribs noticed everything.
The hesitation.
The shift.
The imbalance.
“You’re breaking your own rules,” she said quietly.
That hit.
Hard.
Poof’s eyes flickered to her.
Then back to Gabs.
“I don’t want—”
He stopped.
Silence.
Jaded stepped closer.
Dangerous.
Unstable.
“Finish that sentence,” she said.
Poof didn’t.
That was the answer.
Something in Jaded snapped.
“This is what happens,” she said, her voice rising, cracking, “when you let them in.”
Her breathing became uneven.
Erratic.
“They infect everything,” she continued. “They make you weak.”
Melanie stepped back.
“Jaded—”
Too late.
Jaded pointed violently at Gabs.
“This is why we keep them OUT!”
The air changed.
Instantly.
Torimarie dropped to her knees.
“It’s listening—” she whispered.
A low sound echoed through the town.
@Not from them.
From everywhere.
Ribs grabbed Gabs’ arm.
“Back. Now.”
Jaded laughed.
Too loud.
Too wrong.
“You think this place chooses?” she said. “We are the ones who—”
CRACK.
She froze.
A sound.
Wet.
Deep.
From inside her.
Her smile faltered.
“What—” she whispered.
Her arm jerked.
Wrong direction.
Bone pushing under skin.
SNAP.
Her elbow bent backward.
Fran screamed from the car.
Jaded gasped—
Then choked—
As her ribs shifted under her skin.
Visible.
Moving.
“No—no—NO—” she stammered.
Her torso twisted violently.
Like something inside her was pulling her apart.
Cristi stepped back.
“What is happening—?”
Torimarie sobbed.
“It’s correcting… it’s correcting—”
Jaded collapsed to her knees.
Her spine arched—
Too far—
CRACK.
Her body folded.
Unnaturally.
Blood spilled from her mouth.
Her jaw dislocated sideways.
Her eyes locked on Poof.
Begging.
“Help—”
It came out broken.
Wet.
Poof didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
Because now he understood.
They didn’t control Dry Creek.
Dry Creek controlled them.
Jaded’s body convulsed one last time—
Bones snapping inward—
Like she was being crushed from the inside—
Then—
Silence.
She dropped.
What remained…
Was wrong.
Unrecognizable.
No one moved.
Not the girls.
Not the killers.
For the first time—
They all felt the same thing.
Fear.
Glitter whispered:
“…it didn’t like that.”
A long pause.
Then—
Poof looked at Gabs.
And finally said it.
Clear.
Undeniable.
“I don’t want you to die.”
The words cut through everything.
Ribs stiffened instantly.
Protective.
Alert.
“Yeah?” she said coldly. “That’s a problem.”
Because the ground trembled.
Again.
Stronger this time.
Torimarie started crying.
“It’s watching him now…”
Gabs didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
But her heart was racing.
Because that wasn’t just interest.
That was something else.
Something dangerous.
Ribs pulled her back.
Slow.
Careful.
“We’re leaving,” she whispered.
But deep down—
She knew.
No one leaves Dry Creek.
Behind them—
Poof didn’t follow.
Didn’t attack.
He just stood there.
Watching Gabs.
Not like prey.
Like something he wasn’t supposed to want.
And in Dry Creek—
That might be the worst mistake of all.
Four entered the night.
Four remained.
But now—
The game had changed.
Because the town didn’t just watch the girls anymore.
It was watching him too.
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