By Joseph Logsdon
Blood was dripping on the floor as they entered the abandoned cabin. Andy had been shot, which made him more than useless. He screamed, desperate to find medical help. His girlfriend, Alice, carried him to the dusty sofa, where he could rest until help arrived. The snow fell upon the cabin, freezing everything it touched. Andy grunted, hopelessly trying to remain calm. Alice walked to the fireplace, hesitantly trying to keep the cabin warm.
"Where are we?" Andy asked.
"We're in a cabin, far from where we should be," she grunted.
"Where's the money?"
"We lost the money, remember?"
"Are you telling me, that we somehow managed to commit the biggest robbery in history, and only to lose the money? Is that what you're telling me? My ears must be rusty, because I never thought we could possibly be so stupid. We planned it together, step by step, never making one mistake. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were holding out on me. It wouldn't be the first time, considering what you did last year," Andy stated, coughing up blood.
"It must be the pain talking, because I know you wouldn't ever accuse me of betraying you. We had to get rid of the money, otherwise we would've been caught. You being sick and all, there wasn't a choice in the matter, and even if there had been, I'd do it all over again. Money has brought us nothing but trouble, nearly killing us every time we come across it. I'm tired of running, constantly watching my back, always just one step ahead of the law. It's time for me, for you, to finally retire," she stated.
Andy stared at Alice, anger in his eyes. Despite the pain, Andy rose to his feet, ready to kill Alice. He slapped her face, holding nothing back. She screamed, alerting the entire forest. Andy covered her mouth, worried that someone would hear her.
"Do you want them to find us?"
"Anything would be better than this," she cried.
"What have I ever done, except try to help you? You wanted me, begged me to give you a better life. How do you think most rich people get their money? Honest people don't exist in this world, and anyone who tells you different, doesn't know what they're talking about. Now, start the fire, show me you can actually do something," Andy stated, quickly returning to the sofa.
Alice walked to the fireplace, enraged by what she had heard. It got colder, almost too cold for them to tolerate. The wind blew, brutally shaking the cabin. Alice got a fire started, only to see it quickly vanish. She cried, frustrated with her impossible situation. Andy snored on the sofa, blood leaving his body every minute.
Footsteps could be heard outside, slowly approaching the cabin. She looked out the window, seeing no sign of anyone. Alice shook Andy, concerned by what she was hearing. Andy swiftly opened his eyes, shaken and confused.
"Andy, enough sleeping!"
"I hear footsteps, getting closer and closer, each time sounding more and more threatening. Didn't you say no one lived in this cabin? There isn't anyone up here, not for miles and miles. I can still hear someone, walking outside, laughing at our stupidity," she cried.
"Do you know how crazy you sound? The last owner shot himself, and if I recall, the one before that drowned in a lake. This cabin does have a pretty creepy history, not to say that it's haunted. You just keep calm, we'll be out of here in the morning," Andy stated.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I called the guy, and that guy called another guy, who connected me to another guy," he stated.
"Wow, that's a lot of guys," she laughed.
"He'll be here to pick us up, assuming I'm not dead. In the meantime, keep yourself together, keep away from the window, and most importantly, don't wake me up," he grunted.
"Do you think I'm making this up?"
"Your entire life is made up," he grunted.
"Why must you be so cruel? I'm doing everything I can, hopelessly trying to win your approval. Should I go outside and start barking like a dog, or should I start acting like a cat? That's all I am to you, a stupid, useless animal," she screamed.
"Wait a minute, you know that isn't true," Andy stated.
Alice got down on her knees, shamefully removing her shirt. She crawled across the floor, mimicking the behavior of a dog.
"Bark," she groaned.
"Stop it, before you embarrass yourself. What do you want me to say, that I'm sorry? It must be the loss of blood, slowly creeping away at me, making me say things that I would never say. I apologize, both for my behavior and for my mistake," he stuttered.
Andy lost all color in his face, nearly collapsing as he gazed out the window. He shook, startled by what he was seeing. He moved to the edge of the room, afraid and out of breath.
"Mistake? What mistake?"
"Well, do you remember what I said about no one living here?"
"Yes," she answered.
"I was wrong," he cried.
The door suddenly came open, violently shaking the cabin. Although he was an old man, he looked very intimidating. He was carrying a gun, obviously loaded with bullets.
"What are you doing in my house?"
"Oh, nothing, we were just leaving," Alice stated.
Alice and Andy tried to leave the room, but the gun refused to let them leave. They froze, both feeling very nervous.
"I go fishing one afternoon, satisfied that I had everything locked and secure, only to come back and find two prowlers. Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Oh, and between you and me, I prefer the medium way," he laughed.
"And what's the medium way?"
"Not too little, not too big," he laughed.
"We broke into the cabin, didn't know anyone was home, and just when we were about ready to leave, you walked in. It's the truth, honest to God," Alice stuttered.
"Oh? Is that so? Say, now that I think about it, you two look very familiar. By any chance, did you rob that bank a few days ago? The police are looking for you, probably in every state. So, what are the odds that you should walk into my cabin, eat my food, waste my fire, all in the name of conquest and crime? Now, I could give you to the police, collect the reward money and all that, or I could keep you for myself," he laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"After all, it's been a very long time since I've had any real company. No one knows you're here, and they couldn't possibly have tracked you, not in this weather. We're going to be great friends, aren't we? We'll cook some dinner, among other things," he laughed, shutting the door behind him.