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The same night, Casey returned to the house, entering the complex and passing over the bodies in the parlor. He entered one of the bedrooms to the surviving sleeping residents. A soft side within him as he entered the room, and gently pressed his hand into the back of a girl named Andrea. Andrea slowly turned her head, and she rubbed her eyes slowly. "Wake up the others. There's been a break in. Chad...he went crazy. It's a mess." Casey whispered and he rushed out of the room. Audrey sat up quickly, gathering her slippers and robe. Andrea was the watcher of the orphans, only sixteen years old, abandoned just like Casey by her parents. Andrea began waking the rest of the younger orphans and she grabbed each by the hand. If there was a break in, she wanted to be quick as possible. June let out a horrid scream staring at the bodies, Casey stood at the doorway in a hoodie, the hood covered his face and he waved for them to hurry. "Who did this?! Where are the others?" Audrey asked running down the stairs, and she made her exit.

"Stay here!" She spoke to the children and she ran after Casey when he made his run. She didn't even recognize the face or got a full look, but she had to go back and take a head count before she ran to the Sheriff's station. The children begged to leave since there was the possible threat inside, was the supposed murderer still loose? She didn't want to risk their lives just to look. 

Audrey had her own car, she rushed to the Ford truck and opened the back seat, in a rush every whimpering child is helped inside the back seat. "Just buckle up. Kyle, hurry." Audrey spoke in a whisper. What she felt was this sense of dread as the house sat emptied with dead bodies of those who she called family. The door remained open and she slammed the back seat, opening her side and she climbed into the drivers seat, never to be seen again from within that house.

In the Sheriff station the very morning, Audrey sat in the interrogation room holding a cup of coffee with a jacket over her back. Sheriff Wilson entered the room, closing the door behind him and he carefully glanced at Audrey. "Well?" Audrey asked. Patt shook his head slowly and crossed his arms. "Can you tell me what exactly happened?" Pat asked her. "I-I..I was half asleep, Sheriff. I don't know. Someone woke me up in the middle of the night. He...he looked like one of the kids, at first." She said carefully, her head looked down in horror and disrepair. Patt walked closer and he sat down in a chair grabbing her hand. "Audrey, right?" Patt asked. Audrey nodded as her head lifted, their eyes had immediate contact. 

"Where is Casey.." Patt softly spoke. She could tell that he was worried, frightened, scared. What Patt saw is something that will frame into his mind until the day when he expires. Audrey quivered nervously, her eyes watered as she looked away. Deputy Kramer entered the room with autopsy photos in a vanilla colored folder. Patt took the folder and carefully lifted the cover up, showing a photo of a body. "That's not Casey...and that sure ain't Casey either.." Patt whispered, tapping on the two photos. "Where...is...Casey..." He asked again in a soft nervous tone. "I-I...I don't know.." She said glancing at him, preventing herself from glancing at the photo. 

This is where it frightened Wilson, he sat back and crossed his arms, glaring at the deputy. "Find him." Patt hissed at him and watched the two officers rush out of the room at the demand. "I am so, so, so, sorry, Sheriff." Audrey said softly. "Don't be. Because we found the house in flaming ruins when you gave us the call." Wilson said, looking away with distressed eyes. 

Casey sat at a bus stop holding papers of the instructions for the bus meet. Nothing came, he looks both ways, his eyes squinting as he made sure this was the right place, but no other buses were running along the road.

Angered and upset, wondering if he wasted his time to even murder or travel just this far. The boy stood up, with his hand out, and thumb up as he walked the road, his blue eyes just watching in the horizon.

 He heard someone laughing in amusement, Casey quickly twists his head to see a group of Teenagers packing up a white station wagon, all Casey felt was a sort of happiness. "Hey!" A Male voice behind Casey called, and Casey slowly turned his head as he looked at the tall boy, dark short brunette hair, a blue shirt that read 'Camp Forest', with dark black shorts. Nik raised his sunglasses to the top of his head, handing his hand out to Casey with a smile. "You're Chad, aren't you?" Nik asked, Casey began to grin, taking Nik's hand and shook it. "Yeah..That's me. Chad Rekab." Casey said, and Nik laughed. "Weird, on the paper I had, your last name is Milton. I guess old nuns can make mistakes, huh?" Nik smiled at Casey. Casey nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess so. It's funny how I actually keep telling those ole gals that Milton isn't correct. It's their age." Casey chuckled. Nik gave Casey a pat on the shoulder walking over to the car.

"Come on, I don't want to be late!" Emerald waved at Casey, her long sandy blonde hair in a bun as she fixed her shirt, the same shirt that Nik worn. "Coming." Casey ran over and got into the opened passenger side of the vehicle, the door slammed shut and Nik took the wheel. "So, tell us about yourself." Emerald looked at him, a bus just arriving behind them followed as the teens piled in. "About me?" Casey asked, as the Girl nodded to him. "I don't know much." Casey said. "His name is Chad." Nik said, as the vehicles drove on in a line, escorting. Casey smirked at the boy and his comment.  "Well, I guess we'll have to look after each other. Summer camps like these can get crazy. Just remember, if you have any questions, come find me and Emma." Nik said, as Casey showed a sweet gentle smile to him.

The car and bus parked, there were kids screaming so happily leaving the bus, Casey quickly got out of the car. Looking around, Nik gave Casey his sunglasses, and Casey raised his eyebrow taking them. "I got plenty at home, kid. We men need to look pretty good if you want a girlfriend." Nik winked at Casey.

As Casey started to put on the sunglasses, looking out at the camp taking a deep inhale of the smell, water, wood, fire, and grass. Things will definitely progress well, right? Everyone gathered together in the mess hall, Emerald holding the Screen door for the Casey as he entered and nodded to Emerald as a thank you. "Hello, hello!" Josephine was the camp owner, she waved her hand as the teens, councilors, and Chad himself took a seat and quieted down. "Hello! My name is Josephine, I am head of this wonderful place. You all can call me Jo, or Ma'am, or even Josephine. I don't mind." Jo smiled.
She had long blonde hair that touched her shoulders, large, framed sunglasses. She was in her 40s.

"You know, I was once your age. I welcomed myself in, became one of you, I slept, I smiled. Camp is supposed to fill with enjoyment, happiness, and spirituality. Now, I'd like you all to give Chad..uh.." She looked at Nik, as he leaned to her 'Rekab.' He whispered, and she turned away with a smile. "Please welcome Chad Rekab!" She said, as everyone clapped slowly.

 Casey took a look at the entire room who gave him odd looks, he waved to everyone nervously, a girl in front of him at another table smiled at him, then looked away with a shy glance. Casey sighed, taking off his sunglasses that Nik gave him, hands on the table as he smiled at everyone. Quite the crowd.

He had that unwelcomed sense, like they knew what kind of monster stood in their own place. "Now, I do have some rules for you all. Be respectful, no rude behavior. Misbehave and you're done for!" The woman smiled. Casey and the councilors stood up, exiting the mess hall as every one of the campers got to their daily activities.

Casey walked the grass, staring out at the lake, the quiet existence and he felt alone. If only his mother were here to see him, to see what he had become. He wanted friends, someone who would care and let out joy for his life. He turned around hearing the sound of a boombox. a group of campers are dancing and grooving to this song called Cold Blood by Kix, Casey ran over, and began to smile. "Nice song." He spoke. "Wanna dance?" Violet asked, the blonde standing up to face Casey. A shy little face like his turned red, as he looked down at the radio, shaking his head. "I never danced with a girl before." He laughed. He felt confident about himself when meeting the girl. Violet shrugged and held her hand out to him, Casey sighed, and took it as the two began to dance.
"Awweee, look at the crushes!" A voice tuned, his hair in a mopped sweat. "Oh, shut up." Violet hissed at the boys.

Violet and Casey continued. Casey was shy, not much of a chatty type. A nervous edge within made him feel weak. He was..worried. His heart racing as he stared into Violet's sweet eyes, and he smiled a little. He's trapped, with no ride to go back. He never intended on going back, he can't. Nobody can take him; Camp felt like a real home.

As Casey and Violet were distracted, two kids walked behind Casey and dumped a pale of the lake water onto Casey. Making Violet scream as the water went onto her and Casey. Casey began shivering, his hair drenched. Casey gripped Violet's hand but let go as he turned around with his eyes glaring so darkly at them. "Ooooh, someone is scary." Charlie laughed. Casey remained silent. "Leave him alone, you asshole!" Violet screamed as she walked away, Casey did nothing but stare at the boy. "What are you going to do? Go on, take a picture, it'll last longer." The 18-Year-old boy smiled and smacked Casey on the cheek.

Casey stood still, backing away slowly. Vengeance was just beginning. The rest of the boys began laughing out among themselves, leaving the campgrounds to follow into the woods. Casey ran into the boy's Cabin, as Nik was laying down on his bunk, he saw Casey and sat up quickly. "What the hell happened to you?" Nik asked. Casey slammed the door as he remained torched. "I'll be peachy keen." That's all Casey said.

 Casey travelled to the stalls, beginning to undress himself. Nik threw Casey some clothes. "I got a brother, around your Age. He's cool. Chad, I promised the sisters that I will look after you. I will. So, if anything happened outside, please tell me, okay? We're your friends here, Chad.." Nik said. Casey stopped and looked at the door, he began gathering up the clothes that Nik gave him and began dressing into them. Dry enough, he left the stalls and the cabin, walking along the grass of the campgrounds.

As night fell, Charlie and the two boys who tormented Casey are alone out in the woods. There was a brief snap heard, Charlie and the others stared at the dark area, dropping a rolled half lit joint on the ground. Charlie quickly stomped on it and glared. "I'm too high for this shit." Anthony laughed standing off of a stomp, he walked into the far side of the area and pulled down his pants to his knees. Another twig snapped and Anthony glared, turning his head to the emptiness.
 "Who's out there?!" Anthony asked, continuing to hear the sounds of crunching on the ground, like someone was walking around. "Charlie, I am serious. You better stop your shit." Anthony said, suddenly the radio came on near the boy's small camp, playing Cold Blood by Kix. "What the fuck." Anthony finished up, and pulled his pants and boxers up, buttoned and zipped, he turned away from the tree walking through the woods to find his friends, the smell of something deadly filled the air close.

As he got closer, he found nobody, but the boombox playing. "You guys are so screwed up. First the kid and now leaving me out in this shit." Anthony sighed, sitting down on the trunk next to the radio. His hand reached over to the cooler, picking up a bottle of beer and smiles leaning the tip of the bottle to his lips. The footsteps started up again. "Don't fuck with me. My dad is an Attorney." Anthony said, then the figure behind him shoved the sharpness of the knife blade into the back of his head. Eyes widen. A quick jerk and grunting in pain. Casey's hand twisting the knife into the skin. Blood squirt, the knife wiggles as it was being played with. The Song Cold blood got louder and louder.
 Casey pushed the boy forward. "Are ya' looking for your friends?" Casey asked, grabbing Anthony by the hair and dragged him in the fire pit, turning the boombox up till Cold Blood was loud enough. His skin peeled off, Casey began dancing around the small campfire with a smile, till he stopped. Casey bent over as he picked up the severed head of Charlie, throwing it at him into the fire, and put his head down lying still against the flaming bonfire.

Charlie's head was charred resting next to him in the flames, revealing bone and skin being peeled off, Anthony was very well long gone. As for the third boy. Casey looked into his bag, finding Mikey's head, holding it by his hair and he poked the boy's cheek. "Not so bad. Might need a little salt after." Casey threw his head and clapped his hands dancing to the song.

It's around midnight, everyone is having a party at the recreation hall, Casey sat alone to study the kids and councilors dancing to random rock hits. "Hey, Chaddy!" Nik greeted as Casey looked over at him, Emerald smiled and waved kissing Nik on the cheek taking her leave. Nik sat next to Casey.
His eyes looked over to the dancing teens. "So, words are going around that you had a little fussy exchange with another camper. It's not unusual people come to camp, have fun, then next up, you're treated like a dump." Nik looked at him. Casey just stared at the dancers, looking at Nik slowly. "I haven't seen them, thank God." Casey smirked, and Nik nodded. "Probably ran off. Oh well. Parents know where to find them when they have a leash on them." Nik laughed out.

The friendship between Casey and Nik was probably going to turn the worse, Casey just never had this much attention from the girls or the male around his age unless it was to make fun of him. "Tell me about Violet." Casey looked at Nik, and the Boy smiled at Casey, blessed to see someone was crushing on a girl. "Eh, she's Sixteen. Nothing much about her. She loves Heavy Metal, though." Nik said, and Casey showed a smile as he sighed. "I met her. She's really nice." Casey said, and Nik nodded. "She speaks about you. Told me what happened, and a great dancer." Nik nudged Casey, as the boy smiled and lightly laughed. "Well, I uh..I should get to bed." Casey said, standing up as he walked out into the crowd of teens, exiting the Rec Hall.

Camp was just the start of Casey having a great time, he just wished those boys were nicer. Morning was slowly coming, unknown to Casey as he would wake, the missing boys would be reported.