Amitywood
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11th April 1999: 1:15am
In a deep unconscious state, Blue Canary was dreaming. He was dreaming that he was at the Englund's house and Bobby englund was there, complete with his wounded chest and stomach telling him over and over that he had to get out of here. That Blue Canary had to leave. There was some vague story he was telling Blue Canary about Baxter, the Governor's assistant, and how he had to be stopped before it was too late. Most of the dream was hazy, though it felt so real it was hard to tell if it was real or just a dream. Bobby Englund insisted that he get out of there still, and that when he awoke he had to leave. And more importantly that he had to wake up. Wake up now.
"Wake up now" his voice seemed to carry forward out of the dream
Cold was the first feeling that Blue Canary felt as he slowly strained his eyes open. He still had a throbbing all around his skull like someone had set of an explosion behind his eyes, but he strained to open them all the same. As he did he became aware of the rain beating down upon him and he pushed himself up, slowly but surely, and slumped down against a tree that was by his side.
Looking around him, he could tell he was in the woods that were visible from his own house on the outskirts of Amitywood, they were not particularly dense and he could see where the hill began and roughly get his bearings on which way was home, even in the dead of night
He bagan to try and regain some sort of energy to stand up when he noticed a horrible stench, one he had become all too familiar with recently, of death. He pushed himself up using the tree as leverage and blinked his eyes hard to try and dull the pain that seemed to be all over his body and looked around to see where the smell was coming from. It didn't take him long as just around the other side of the tree he had been laying next to were the bodies of Bobby Englund and Governor Galloway, lying flat on their backs and laid parallel to each other. The Governor with the bloody hole that had ripped straight through his rib-cage and left a few of his ribs jutting out at painful looking angles and Bobby with his severely charred flesh and innards.
Startled Blue Canary quickly stepped back and covered his face and mouth with his sleeve and darted looks around him to see if there may be a culprit around but no-one was in site. Nor was there any sign that anyone had been here in several hours, any footprints that may have been in the mud seemed to have been washed away. A glint caught his eye from down next to the Governors body. As he got closer to investigate it became apparent that it was his scythe, which he hadn't realised was even missing with everything that had happened this week. It's blade was covered in blood, presumable the Governor's, Blue Canary thought. He also guessed that whoever had killed the Governor had probably brought the two bodies and himself here and taking his chance without a weapon of some sort would be foolish, so he picked up his scythe and took another moment or two looking around for any signs of life while getting used to the weight in his hands.
"Go..." came a faint voice from somewhere around that made Blue Canary jump
He turned round to see the faded figure of Bobby Englund standing just feet away, the rain seemingly falling straight through him as he looked blank and still towards Blue Canary. Blue Canary felt a scream dwell up in his lungs but it was somehow suppressed into a pitiful squeak of terror once it emerged from his lips.
"Go... Baxter" the voice came again, not seeming to emanate from the apparition itself but clearly in Bobby's voice. It looked, and sounded, like it was taking a terrible strain on Bobby just to be able to speak.
Blue Canary made an attempt to speak but all he did was move his jaw up and down pointlessly, Bobby clearly understood he was a little confused.
"Go... Police Come Here..." he pointed at Blue Canary "Suspect..."
He then dropped his arm to point at the bodies.
"Run... Home...."
Blue Canary got the idea and suddenly was aware of the ever-growing sound of sirens, as if called on by the thought of their arrival or perhaps they had been ringing all along and Blue just hadn't noticed. He kept his eye on Bobby, who never moved, until he was a good distance away when he turned to run out the woods, roughly towards where his home was.
(to be continued...)
