“Hey leave some for me!” Megan yelled, reaching out to grab the bottle of Grey Goose vodka from Tony’s hand before he could finish downing the last drops.
Tony took another quick sip before letting his lips off from the bottle and handed it to Megan as she slipped away from him, taking a quick gulp herself. The liquor burned going down her throat and she felt the heat rise in her chest as the alcohol warmed her, standing there in the cold, night air with one of the cuter boys from her high school. Tony wrapped his arms around her thin waist and pulled her to him, kissing her on the neck as she leaned in against his lean, taunt frame. The muscles in his arms were hard, and Megan watched as they stretched across his young, tattooed skin.
“Oh baby, what a night!” Tony roared, the alcohol he had already consumed causing his words to slur slightly as he rocked Megan against him in the silver glow of the moon shining down through the ancient maple and oak trees around them. The night air was cold, a light wind rustling up through the tall trees and blowing a scattering of leaves across the gravel lot the teens were partying in. The abandoned quarry was the perfect spot for teens out late at night, looking for a little privacy and a lot of fun. Being a ways off the beaten path, the empty lot was the choice place for young adults to break out and party. The quarry’s natural layout provided the perfect cover for those visiting the local lover’s lane, a small, unused gravel drive leading up to the large excavation site, with untouched woods on all sides thanks to the current housing market being down the tube and new developments on the back burner. And with construction having been halted at the site since early last year due to permit problems, the abandoned construction site was the perfect place to steal away on a weekday night for some adult fun.
Tony ran his nose into Megan’s neck, causing her to squeal a little and look over to the other people they were sharing the space with. Scott and Becky were a few feet away, sitting on the hood of Scott’s Mustang, a few empty beer bottles laying on the ground around them as they made out, so self-absorbed in their actions that they might as well have been alone. The way those two behaved, especially once they were well into the party, they didn’t care who was around to witness their transgressions. PDA was something they were definitely not ashamed of! Scott ran his hands down his girl’s back, squeezing her jean clad butt and bringing a low moan from her as they continued kissing.
Megan tilted the bottle of Goose to her mouth once more and drained the last of the stinging liquid down her throat.
God alcohol sure got her feeling right!
“Let me get some,” Tony said reaching for the bottle, then realizing it was empty, he gave Megan a proud smile and tossed the bottle off to the side. “Looks like it’s time to open up the Jack.”
Tony broke away from Megan, stumbling over to the back of the Mustang.
“Break it up you two lovebirds!” he cried, making his way past Scott and Becky and into the cooler. He pulled a new bottle from the rear of the car, and cracked it open. Before he took a swig of the whiskey, he reached over to the radio and cranked the knob up.
“I love this song!” he cried out as the music blared from the car’s stereo. The deep rhythmic thump of Kiss’ ‘Party All Night Long’, erupted into the night as Tony made his way back to Megan, cradling the bottle of whiskey like a newborn baby. Tony’s baggy pants hung low on his waist, working on falling off his butt as he crossed the gravel, dragging his feet and kicking stones as he walked. He was tall and thin, his sleeveless shirt open revealing tattoos covering every inch of exposed skin on his arms and chest. While Tony wasn’t the type to play sports or participate in extracuricular activities sanctioned by the school, Megan knew he kept in great shape from the way the light portrayed his pale skin. The metal studs that filled his ears and lip reflected the pale moon cascading down upon them through the trees surrounding the quarry, and noticing she was watching him, he stuck his tongue out revealing a piercing that he waggled up and down like a snake.
What was it about the punk look that got to her so? Megan wondered. It was probably the fact that Tony, with his piercings and tattoos and his hair shaved short on the sides and long in the middle sporting a dyed blue mohawk was so unlike most of the boys she knew. While he ignored the social acceptance that high school placed on those that fit it, Tony rebelled from being expected to conform to the ‘clicks’ and made his own way. That or it could be the fact that Megan’s parents were horrified by the boys appearance and actions, and they didn’t want their sweet, innocent angel being tainted by the boy’s wicked charm.
“Where did you guys get all that?” Becky asked, looking at the bottle Tony had opened and was now downing in long gulps. Scott pulled away from her and walked over to the others in their group.
“Tony’s got an I.D.” Megan provided, watching Scott and Tony trade gulps from the whiskey.
“Wait, where did he get a fake?”
“Who said it was fake?” Tony asked giving Becky a queer smile.
“Then how—?” Becky began to ask, before Megan answered, “He used his brothers!”
“Oh,” Becky muttered.
“Don’t worry babe, it’s only illegal if you get caught!” Scott called out as he walked back towards his waiting girl. Scott was stocky and short, a defensive tackle on their high school football team, with just enough brains to keep him from not failing out. He was a born jock and that was what made him and Becky such a great fit. She was on the cheerleading squad, and for some reason that stood the test of time, they were the two types of people that wound up together before they were all old enough to head off to different colleges, their lives forever distanced no matter what bond they held in high school. Megan knew that her and Tony were one of those. She knew it was nothing serious that they shared, and once the year was out, they would probably both be headed in completely opposite directions. Oh well, at least she could have her fun while it lasted! Megan thought as she picked up a still cold beer she had set down earlier from the ground and sipped from it.
“It’s a shame Amy couldn’t get out tonight,” Becky said as she hopped off the hood of Scott’s Mustang and walked over to be enveloped in the boy’s arms. His larger build seemed to absorb Becky’s smaller, lithe size like she was hugging a life-sized teddy bear.
Yeah those two made a cute couple.
“Yeah well, that’s what happens when your mom’s a pig,” Tony muttered as he lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out through his nostrils.
“I know, that would suck. I hate cops as it is, I can’t imagine living with one!” Scott cried out, grabbing Becky and swinging her around in a circle.
“But we’ll just have to have enough fun for Amy as well!” he continued twirling her, until they were both dizzy and Becky collapsed on the dirt with a cry. “Oommpph!”
The group’s drunk laughter filled the night air, mingling with the music blaring out of the cars speakers. Scott helped Becky up, her hands wiping dirt from her legs and rear as she regained her balance. Megan watched the two come together, their mouths meeting as they kissed drunkenly yet passionately. Maybe those two would end up staying together after high school, Megan thought watching their hands explore each other feverishly, the bottle of whiskey sitting on the gravel beside them.
“There you go, get it Scott!” Tony chanted, pulling Megan closer to him as they watched the two make out in front of them. Megan could tell that the alcohol had loosened Becky up, the girl usually more timid when it came to such public actions. Of course, they were all pretty drunk by now, most of the whiskey Tony had opened now floating in each of their stomachs as they danced around the quarry. After a few minutes, Tony pulled her close and whispered, “What do you say we sneak off for a little bit?”
Megan knew where his mind was heading, and with how good she was feeling now, she wasn’t about to argue, Not bothering to tell their friends where they were going, she took Tony’s hand as he led them further from the car and into the darker corner of the lot. They passed around a large pile of gravel, and made their way into the tree line near the west end of the quarry. It was darker here, and feeling Tony’s hot breath on her neck, her blood raced through her body, warming her even more. The anticipation of what was to come made her even hotter, her skin no longer feeling the cold as she slipped her jacket off and dropped it to the ground. They wound their way a little further from the car and their friends, the music being barely audible to them once they came to a stop.
“Wait, don’t you think they might come looking for us?” Megan asked, taking a look behind her and seeing nothing but darkness covering the path they had taken.
Tony took her hands in his and pulled her against him, the warmth of his own body covering her as he ran his hands up and down the small of her back, feeling the goose-bumps rise on the skin underneath her thin shirt. He leaned back against one of the many old trees that surrounded the land the quarry was on, trying to slip his hands under Megan’s shorts.
“Don’t worry about it. They want privacy just as much as we do,” he groaned, his hands grabbing onto her rear and pulling her tight against him. She could smell the mixture of vodka and whiskey on his breath as his mouth met hers and their tongues danced around together. He pushed his body against hers, bringing his hips tightly against her own and ground his pelvis around lightly. A soft moan escaped Megan’s lips as she opened her eyes and pulled Tony tighter. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her head was against his, the light prickles from the stubble of his mohawk tickling the side of her face. As they held together like this, Megan could feel the passion in her loins rising. She wanted Tony right then and there, but wasn’t sure she’d be able to. What if Scott and Becky came stumbling upon them in the heat of the moment? She’d just die! Then again, if she didn’t keep going with what Tony had started, she might die either way.
Tony’s mouth continued nuzzling against the soft flesh of her neck, lightly nipping at her throat as his hands continued exploring her body. Megan took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she felt her head swim from the mixture of passion and alcohol. Boy if her parents could see her now, she thought, picturing the shocked expressions on their faces if they were to see their daughter with this anti-government, teen punk, his pierced and tattooed body running against her own. The thought seemed to add to Megan’s delight as Tony’s tongue ran along her neck, eliciting a shock from her body. Her eyes shot open and in that moment, the darkness of the woods around them, the tree they were leaning against, the soft music floating through the night air, and her body tight against his all seemed to mix together in an alcohol fueled vision, her breath coming out of her body and visibly warming the cold night air. Yes, this was perfect!
It was at that moment that she thought she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She tried to turn her head but Tony was too busy holding her and planting kisses across her delicate clavicle. Twisting slightly in his grip, she heard Scott groan, obviously annoyed at her sudden movements and change of pace.
“Wait— wait, Tony I thought I saw—,” she started to say, but Scott just kept up his oral attack on her neck, sucking her sweet flesh into his mouth and running the stud of his tongue up to her cheek. Megan suddenly caught sight of something further back in the woods, this time she was positive! “Scott!” she yelled, trying to push the boy off of here for a moment, his advances continuing to be persistent.
Finally Megan twisted out of his grip, Tony huffing loudly, “Ughh! What is with you?!” Megan just pulled away from him, bringing her finger up to her lip and attempting to quiet him. “Shush, I thought I saw something!”
Megan’s eyes searched the darkness splayed out before them. The forest seemed dead silent, the always present chirping of crickets and nightlife absent, an eerie calm having settled over the woods. It was too dark to see very far, the trees forming a canopy that the moonlight couldn’t seem to pierce. She had seen something, hadn’t she?
Tiring of waiting, Tony reached out for her only to find her pull away from his reach again.
“Dammit Meg, what is your deal?” he asked, his mood quickly going dark as he pulled his cigarettes from his pocket. Muttering to himself he lit the end with his lighter and took a deep drag. As he breathed out, he heard a loud snap from somewhere behind them.
Megan’s eyes widened and a chill swept through her body as she suddenly felt quite exposed out here in the woods. She thought back to where he jacket was, and realized she had dropped it as they had walked to their secluded spot. Now the cold night air was ever more present and she wished she hadn’t tossed the coat aside.
“It’s probably just Scott messing around!” Tony said, exhaling another stream of smoke into the air and leaning off the tree. “That you buddy boy?” he called out into the pitch black void.
“I don’t think it was them, I thought I saw—” Megan began to say, her lips barely breathing the words.
“Thought you saw what? The boogeyman? Haha, yeah that’s what it is, the boogeyman’s come to scare us away so he can probably get down with his own girrrrllll!” Tony shouted, the slur of his speech drowning out the last part of his rant.
Megan wished he would just be quiet. She couldn’t see or hear anything with Tony acting like such a drunk ass. Then she heard another noise. This time it sounded like it was closer. A sickly snap of a branch or something cracked out from the forest depths.
“Tony, please…” Megan whined.
“Oh stop being such a baby— Scott is that you? Becky?” Tony yelled, stepping away from the tree and taking a few steps towards the source of the noise. Megan walked quickly up to him, dreading what could be out there, the primal fear of not knowing causing her blood to thicken and her skin to grow cold. At least Tony was there with her. He may not be much in the athletic department, but he would protect her from the unknown. Wouldn’t he?
Maybe it is just Becky and Scott messing around! God I’ll kill Becky!
Tony took another step towards the dark woods then stopped. He took another puff of his cigarette then turned towards Megan, a shrug raising his shoulders. Just then she did see movement off to the right, behind a series of trees about thirty yards away. It looked like a group of people running through the forest. That wasn’t Scott and Becky then! Megan raised her arm to point, drawing Tony’s attention back behind him and he glanced around the still forest, struggling to see what had got Megan so hyped up.
“Girl, I think your seeing things, how much did you have to drink?” he asked with a annoyed look crossing over his face.
“I swear to God, I saw something out there! It looked like it was a group of people running around!” Megan shouted, the strange feeling of being watched coming over her, and the hairs of the nape of her neck began tingling.
“Yeah right, it’s the damn forest! You probably saw a squirrel or fox or something!”
Megan just stood there shaking, her arms wrapped tight under her breasts. She could feel her chest rising in quick, shallow breaths as her eyes scanned the darkness before her. She knew it hadn’t been some small animal. It had been people. A group of at least four of them!
“I want to go back,” she said, the shaking of her voice evident in her tone. Tony just looked at her with a mock look of surrender. Obviously the night wasn’t turning out how he wanted it too.
“Fine, fine, we’ll head back to the others!” he bitched, turning away from Megan and stalking off in the direction of the car and their friends. Megan hurriedly caught up to him, almost tripping at one point when a rush of intoxication flooded through her, her stomach churning ever so unbalanced. She reached out a hand to steady herself, the spinning of the woods taking a moment to stop, and at that moment they both heard the bloodcurdling scream.
Looking at each other with wide eyes, Tony and Megan heard a loud sound of something being broken apart from up ahead, and before they could do anything, a shape appeared in the darkness up ahead. Unable to move, Megan just stood there, her mouth open in silent horror as the image of Scott came stumbling into view. He looked lost and bewildered, his hair a mess, and his head swinging around wildly as he stumbled at them.
“What the hell?” Tony cried out as Scott almost collided into them, his mouth mumbling some incoherent nonsense that Megan couldn’t discern over Tony’s hysterics. When he turned to look at her, his eyes catching onto Megan’s, she saw right then and there the most terrified look she had ever seen deep in those hazel orbs. Scott reached out and grabbed hold of Tony’s arm, mumbling something that sounded like ‘Becky’. Becky? Where was Becky? Megan suddenly realized her friend hadn’t arrived with Scott and that before the boy had come running out of the darkness, both her and Tony had heard a terrible scream.
“Oh my God!” Tony suddenly cried out, backing away from Scott as the boy dropped onto the ground, his arm clutching tightly to his stomach. That’s when Megan saw the dark, crimson stain that was seeping through the young football player’s shirt. Scott’s head lolled to the side, his breath coming out in gasps as he writhed around on the ground, reaching out and trying to grab anything with his free left hand. Blood continued to seep from his stomach and Megan watched as the ground began to run red with the liquid.
Dear Lord! What in the hell?
Megan stood there paralyzed. She didn’t know what to do as Tony, seemed to be about to pass out from shock. He was dancing about, looking back and forth from down at his friend’s dying body to the blood that were now covering his own hands. Then Scott’s ramblings seemed to halt and he took a deep breath. Coughing violently, blood seeped up from his throat, gurgling up and out the sides of his mouth like overflowing creek. His eyes began to roll back into his head as his swinging arm finally caught hold of Megan’s wrist. With a painful effort he pulled her down to her knees beside him. Megan could feel the tears welling in her eyes and begin to fall across her cheeks as she looked at the sight forever seared into her memory. Scott turned his head towards her and with one last gasp, blood pouring freely from his stomach and draining across the rocky ground, muttered, “run!”
Megan and Tony both looked at each other, blood smeared over their arms and clothes as a loud snap erupted from behind them. Tony didn’t have time to turn his head and look, but the fear he saw in Megan’s own eyes was enough to let him know they were both about to die!