The group of young men wanted to throw Greg a party for his 21st birthday. The town had banned alcohol, so they decided to sneak off into the woods where they thought no one could find them.
They all met at the campground parking lot and took a couple boats across the lake to a secluded spot. From there, they wandered into the woods and found a nice site to set up camp. That's when the party began.
After a night of boozing and partying, the group lay slumbering on the ground in their hangovers. Christopher, ever the responsible one, woke early and packed up his things. He had to work later today and wanted to get home in time to get cleaned up.
He knew the others would lounge around for most of the day. So, he decided to hike around the lake to get back to his car. Like most kids who grew up in the town, he had heard rumors of the dangers of being on the "other" side of the lake. But, like the others, he blew this off as a fable to scare kids into staying on this side of the lake (where the townsfolk could keep a better eye on you.)
As he got about half a mile from camp, he began hearing noises in the woods as if someone was following him. He stopped a couple of times to look to see who it was, but no one was there. Convinced again he was alone, he continued onward, only to hear the noises again.
He stopped and turned around. Again, no one was there. 'One of them must be trying to scare me,' he thought. "Hey, I know you're there," he shouted to whoever it was following him. Yet there was no answer. Annoyed, he shrugged it off and figured they would eventually show themselves.
He turned to leave and walked straight into a spear pointed at his belly. The shaft was thrust forward and the sharp tip pierced deep into his navel.
He stood there in stunned silence, as he felt the cold steel sticking into his gut. His attacker lunged forward, forcing the spear in deeper. Christopher was forced backwards as the tip tore deeper into his bowels. He let out a scream of pain as he fell onto his back.
The crazy redneck stared him in the eyes, pulled out the speartip. Christopher lurched slightly up as his abs contracted, trying to stop the pain that was tearing through his bowels.
His attacker jabbed the tip back down like a jackhammer, pounding into his gut. The young man's body lurched and flexed as he let out a cry of pain from each hit.
Finally, with a heavy thrust, the redneck rammed the spear once more into his gut. Then with all his weight, forced it through Christopher's tight, fit body.
Christopher let out a final cough of blood and remained forever silent.
Ricky, who had been the one secretly following Christopher, came out from behind a tree. "You F#@king Son of a B#!ch." he yelled as he charged the redneck who had killed his friend. He knocked the bastard away from the spear in Christopher's body with a pounding punch to the face.
When the redneck fell down, Ricky gave him three heavy kicks to the head. He stepped back and got into his boxing stance. "Get up Mother F!@#ker!!" he yelled, anxious to inflict as much pain on this murderous prick before killing him.
The redneck slowly staggered back to his feet and Ricky began his second assault. Two jabs, followed by a heavy hook and the redneck was knocked backwards to the ground, reeling from the attack.
He again got back to his feet and leaned against a tree. Ricky knew one swift kick to this guy's chest would easily crush his ribs. The star boxer got ready for his final move when a spear from the woods zipped through the air and tore straight into his flexed upper abs.
Ricky doubled over in pain and fell to his side. His strong body squirmed and writhed in pain until one of the rednecks fired up a chainsaw and tore his once beautiful and strong body into shreds of wasted meat.
Greg, Zack, Corey, Michael and Brad had been back in camp. All except Corey were waking up from their sleep and getting their belongings together.
Greg heard Ricky's cries in the woods and ran to his aid, along with the others. He saw his friend laying on the ground with a redneck lurking over him.
He reached into his pocket for his small handgun that he always kept on him, but before he could, three arrows shot out of the trees, nailing him in the guts.
Zack, Corey, Michael and Brad all ran for it once they saw what was happening. Greg stared down in shock at the arrows. He felt a deep burning and sickening sensation in his stomach.
He slowly fell to his knees as one of the rednecks approached. With a quip jab of a knife to the chest, Greg's body gave a final jolt before toppling over dead.
Corey continued running from the rednecks. One followed him in hot pursuit. Corey was faster and kept watching out behind him to make sure his attacker was not gaining.
When he was looking back, he ran squarely into the blade of another redneck who was hiding behind a tree. The blade rip straight through his gut. His eyes widened as he looked down at the hilt sticking out of his belly.
He stumbled slightly and grabbed onto a small tree to try to steady himself. The complete impalement of his gut caused him to quickly lose his strength, slump forward and fall dead
Michael heard a noise behind them. When he turned, he was met with a blade to his meaty gut. He let out a loud "huagghh" as the dull blade tore into his belly. His attacker stared at the strong camper and watched his powerful body weaken.
Then, with a heavy yank, he pulled the blade from Michael's body, causing the young man to stumble forward and fall to his knees, clenching his gut. The redneck then rammed the blade downward into the center of Michael's chest.
Michael gave a final heave as the blade penetrated his heart. The attacker yanked out the blade and the young man gave a final spew of blood from his mouth and fell dead.
Brad and Zack made it to the woodpile. Brad was able to grab the axe. When he turned, he saw the redneck finish off Micheal and go after Zack.
He yelled for Zack to watch out. Zack turned and ducked under the swinging blade of the redneck. Brad tossed the axe to his friend and Zack was able to knock the redneck to the ground with the handle of the axe.
The redneck fell down and pulled out a knife. Before Zack could do anything, the redneck chucked the knife at Brad who was still standing by the woodpile.
The blade whacked the strong young man in the gut. The hilt shook as if it had been buried into a tree. Brad let out a grunt and stared in disbelief as blood trickled down his manly belly and into the front of his jeans.
He tried to steady himself against the woodpile until he succumbed to the fatal blow. His strong body slumped to the ground.
Zack turned to the redneck who had just killed his two friends.
He raised his axe high over his head, preparing to deal the deadly blow to his adversary. Little did he suspect that his enemy was still armed.
As his axe was raised, the man on the ground thrust his blade upward and into the young man's rippled abs. Zack looked down and saw the hilt sticking out of his belly. He dropped the ax and clutched his stomach.
His abs quivered from the pain and his bowels felt as if they were on fire. He stared at his attacker in a look of shock and disbelief before falling over in a heap.
(Alternate Ending)
Zack raised his axe high over his head, preparing to deal the deadly blow to his adversary. His arms flexed as he prepared to bring down the final blow when he heard the zipping of the wind and felt a few thuds against his belly.
He looked down to see three arrows protruding from his abs. His guts began burning inside of him as small trickles of blood seeped out from the wounds. He dropped the axe and clutched his stomach.
His abs quivered from the pain and his bowels felt as if they were on fire. He stared at his attacker in a look of shock and disbelief before falling over in a heap.
Kewl! Love these! Thanks.
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