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Adrenaline: Terror of the Weak

Short story By: parkerford99
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After a high school reunion, Jason and Don bring some of their old friends out to a lake-side cabin for a weekend of fun. When they arrive, their lives will be changed forever.


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Adrenaline: Terror of the Weak

Parker Ford

This is a condensed version of what happened in the mountains of Montana on April 4, 1967. It has since been covered up and forgotten by police forces near the area.

The brown convertible sped down the road, followed by three slightly larger vehicles. This was the weekend after their high-school reunion, in which seven friends decided to go have some fun. In the first car was Jason Kesch, followed by Don, his wife Crystal, and his high-school-aged brother, Dave. Behind them were Kelsey and Danny, followed by Cruz, Pete, and Laurie. Dave got on the phone and asked, "How long is it?" Jason replied, "About 25 more minutes. Everybody ready for some fun?" This was answered with screams of enthusiasm from the other cars. They were going to a lake house that Jason had rented for the weekend.

The road had just thinned into a sandy wasteland. This would've been okay, but they had been driving for nearly four hours. "What is this?" Crystal asked. Jason got out of his car and shouted, "Okay! It's right through this forest and across a 'small' ravine." This drew him a few 'whoops', but not many. He hopped back in his car and they drove on through a narrow path in the forest.

A few minutes later they were at the house, having had to slowly push their vehicles through the water. Don removed a bag from his car, revealing guns. He was in the Army and firmly believed in safety through superior firepower. They went inside and set up the place. After that, Cruz pulled out a beer and everyone joined in.

The Next Day

The party lasted several hours before everyone passed out. The next morning, they woke up slowly and painfully. Crystal rubbed her head from the hangover and looked at the clock: 6:40 a.m. She looked around and tapped her husband, who growled. "Don!" she whispered. "Where's Dave?" Don got up, had a cup of coffee, and looked around. "Oh, shit." he muttered. This was not good. After a long three hours of searching, Don decided to call the cops. "They'll be here in about twenty minutes."


It was dusk when the cops finally got there. The man who looked in charge, Detective Denn, announced, "Sorry, folks. We ran into some trouble down on the road." It was nearly 8 p.m. The cop was followed by four men and said, "Why don't you guys get some sleep. We'll start looking; God knows how long a day it has been for y'all." All of them, including a reluctant Don and Jason, went to sleep.

When you walked into the cabin, there was a living room with three couches and a few chairs, and a fridge. There were five different doors leading to rooms with six beds each, three bunk-beds. Everyone slept in a bed and every room had at least one person. At about one o'clock, Kelsey woke. There was a noise; assuming it was the cops still looking around, she whispered, "Det. Denn?" She repeatedly whispered this as her heart pounded in her chest. She put her hand slowly on the doorknob and pulled the door open. She stuck her head out slowly, and a meat hammer slammed into her face, knocking her unconscious.

She was dragged through the room slowly and silently. The person holding her pulled away the carpet between the three couches, revealing a basement door. The person opened it and carried her down. When they reached the bottom, she saw that there was another house under the floor. It was bright white with four rooms and a table in three of them. The fourth looked like a security room with many surveillance cameras. "What the hell is this place?" The person turned around and slapped her across the face. The person then pulled off the mask it wore, revealing a woman likely to be in her mid-20s.

Soon, many other young people arrived in the main room. They then picked her up and carried her into one of the other rooms. Many of them wore masks and they set her on one of the tables. When they set her down on the table, she saw Dave sitting in the corner. The room was crowded, with over fifteen of these people in the room. They locked the door. "Do you have any questions?"

"Who the hell are you?!" Kelsey asked. "I can't tell you my name, but we are medical students." This confused Kelsey and Dave. "The college that we went to, also confidential, ordered us to come live in here for three years to practice," he grinned. "Practice on what?" Kelsey asked, crying. "Well, what the hell do you think? We are med students." He cackled and said, "Hold the kid up." Two people went over and grabbed Dave, who started screaming. "Bring him in this room." One of the other guys grabbed his shoulder, "Ben. I don't feel like practicing on a kid today." Ben looked at the guy, "Well, what do you propose we do, man? Execute him?" The guy looked at him, "Ben." Ben rolled his eyes and said, "Hold him still." He pulled a needle out of his back pocket and flung it into Dave's eye. He slumped to the ground as Kelsey whimpered.

Back outside, Det. Denn couldn't find anything. He and his four guys had prepared the cruiser for a return trip, but the detective could still sense something was off. He told the boys to wait for him at the vehicle, while he took out his handgun and searched around. As he entered farther into the forest, his mouth twitched, causing his cigarette to drop to the forest floor. "Damn it." He stomped it out and stepped on something that felt irregular. He bent down and found a rope, which he followed to its source. Finally. Something, he thought. It led to an area in which he found a small door. Although when he stomped on it to smash it open, he fell through. He hit his head on a piece of metal and passed out.

Two Hours Later

Don woke and looked around. Now, everyone in the third room had been taken, including Kelsey, Danny, and Pete. He took one of his shotguns out of the bag and sat down.

Detective Denn woke up two hours later, slightly confused. Had he been overpowered? Was he being led to torture? He realized that he was acting stupid, and he was sitting in front of a large metal door. He picked up his handgun and opened the door. He saw a long, dark hallway in front of him, so he took out his flashlight and turned it on. He walked about twenty feet before he saw a door to his side. He looked inside, where there was a fridge, a TV, and no people. "Hello? Is anyone here?" he asked. No answer, but why would anyone? Anyone who was here was the enemy. Walking down the hallway, he thought he saw a figure walk across from one door to another, so he ran. He looked to the right into an open door and shouted, "Hello?" "Hello," was the reply, as was the overwhelming feeling of pain as an axe smashed into his back.

"Gahhh," he moaned as he spit blood. He looked around into the eyes of a kid who could be no older than 25. "Who are you?" The kid looked at him strangely, "I'm Kade Demply, head of this group of students. Who are you?" He choked out, "I'm Detective Walter Denn." "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Denn." The cop slumped against the wall, "Please don't kill me." The kid grinned and chuckled a bit, "Well, I'm always happy to oblige an officer of the law. However, it seems circumstances have changed." He took a step back and swung the axe into the cop's neck.

It was around four o'clock for Don, who was waiting for something to happen. Four of the original nine on the trip were missing. He looked at the door for almost two hours. In the end, he got so cold that he looked for something to put on. He looked around, seeing the rumpled up, old rug on the floor. He picked it up and put it over himself. "Son of a bitch!"

Kade picked up the cop's handgun and went into the room on the left. His assistant, Carl, was sitting at the computer watching some of the other rooms. They were the only two people in this bunker. Everyone knew what they could do, and that didn't involve killing cops. "Who was that, Kade?" "Things have changed, my man," Kade said as he pointed the gun and pulled the trigger.

Don grabbed his shotgun and, in a fit of rage, smashed through the lock on the basement door. There was a large area before him, which, to his worst fears at this moment, looked like some sort of lab. "Look. If anyone's in here, I'm in a very bad mood, so if you don't give up our people, I will shoot you on sight!" A few men came out with knife-like objects, and he shot them in the chest. He went in the first room and cleared it out. He went in the second room where a doctor shot at him and the bullet glanced off his shoulder. Don shot him point-blank in return. He turned around and saw the body on the table. It was Pete, basically torn open and emptied. It was disgusting, his friend on the table. His heart and some other "things" had been put in a sort of box to be preserved. "What the hell are you sons of bitches doing to us?!" he screamed.

He turned into the next room and saw Kelsey and Danny in the same positions. The blood on the floor squished as he walked across the room. And then he saw Dave. "Holy shit," he sobbed as he pulled him into his arms. He placed him back on the ground and, in a fit of rage, ran out of the room. He ran into the last room, where Ben pointed a shotgun at him. Don placed his hand on the shotgun and jammed him in the eye with it; Ben fell on the ground and Don pumped his gun. His anger welling up, he screamed at Ben, "Who the hell are you freaks?!" Ben, eye running red, looked at Don and said, "Sir, we're simple medical students. Did we cause a disturbance?" Don screamed and shot in the air. He placed the gun under his neck and said, "Alright, son. Who is in charge?" Ben looked behind Don again, swallowed, and said, "Sir, that information is confidential." Don scoffed and hit Ben with the gun, knocking him out.

He looked around and found the camera room. He got on a headset and said, "Alright, who the hell is on the other end of this microphone?" The computer screen in front of him suddenly buzzed to life, revealing a man bending down to look at him. "Ah, Don, it's an honor to finally meet you." He was standing in front of a man who was shot in the head. "Who the hell are you?" The man, who looked to be around 25 to Don, blinked and said, "Hey, why all the hostility? I'm just doing my job. My name's Kade, by the way, and you're bleeding." Don stared at the screen in disbelief, "Do you think this is funny? Do you think this is a game? You guys are killing my friends!" Kade looked at him, "You really don't get it, do you? We're not even paid to do this. This is part of a college project, and you've been killing the students. That's murder, bro." A small voice then asked, "Kade, where are you?" The boy replied, "I don't see how that's relevant, and I'm not going to tell you anyway, but why do you want to know?" "Because I'm going to kill you." There was hysterical laughing on the other side of the screen.

Well, he's obviously outside of the house. Don grabbed his shotgun and went outside and into the forest. He started screaming at the top of his lungs, "Kade! Where the hell are you? I'm ready to be your next victim, you crazy son of a bitch!" This continued for five minutes or so before he turned around and ran, screaming. Then, Kade climbed out of the hole from his bunker, leaning on an axe. He calmly asked, "Where do you think you're going? You finally get my attention and then you run away like a coward? Hmmm." He placed his finger to his head like he was thinking. Don ran up to him and placed the shotgun to his head. "Get on the ground, now!" Kade did, almost eagerly, arms spread out happily. He even smiled. Don pulled the trigger and nothing came out.

"Shit!" he screamed, knowing he was out of shells. He was losing his mind. Suddenly, Kade didn't look so friendly. He got up and swung the axe around so that it stuck in Don's leg. He screamed and Kade kicked him in the chest, pulling it free. Don swung around and bashed Kade in the face with the shotgun, leaving him spinning wildly. Kade swung the axe around, only barely nicking his chest because he was disoriented. Don knocked him to the ground, limped over, and picked up the axe. "You're going to die. You know that, right, you bastard?" He brought the axe up high as a bullet flew out from the forest, nudging itself between his shoulders.

He fell to the ground. It was a taser-shot, so it wasn't life-threatening. Five minutes later, he woke up surrounded by police. Kade was barely awake, but still cracked a smile. Don looked up at the nearest cop and said, "Sir? Sir, this man kidnapped my friends and family and butchered them! I'm not in the wrong!" The officer kicked him and yelled, "Shut up!" What? What is this? Another officer picked him up and forced him up against a log, "Sir, didn't this man tell you? Congress made this a legal practice for most medical colleges across the country a few weeks ago. You're about to go to jail for mass murder. Possible life sentence." Don turned to Kade as the cuffs were put on him, who flashed him a thumbs-up. No!!!! "This can't be happening," he whispered to himself. The officer waved to Kade and told him, "You can get back to your studies now, Mr. Demply. I'm sorry for the disturbances." Kade smiled back and said, "No problem, officer. It's been a rough night." Kade walked back down into his bunker as Don was loaded into a helicopter.

While on the ride, the police officer turned to Don and said, "Just be glad you didn't run into the Psychology students." He chuckled to himself and added, "Happened to me once. Shit really messes with your head."

Later, Jason, Crystal, Cruz, and Laurie woke up and went on with their day in the cabin. Dave woke up in the hospital room under the cabin and pulled the needle from his eye. He screamed as the blood fell to the floor.

This is the end of the April 4, 1967 file.

Adrenaline: Terror of the Weak

Parker Ford

This is a condensed version of what happened in the mountains of Montana on April 4, 1967. It has since been covered up and forgotten by police forces near the area.

The brown convertible sped down the road, followed by three slightly larger vehicles. This was the weekend after their high-school reunion, in which seven friends decided to go have some fun. In the first car was Jason Kesch, followed by Don, his wife Crystal, and his high-school-aged brother, Dave. Behind them were Kelsey and Danny, followed by Cruz, Pete, and Laurie. Dave got on the phone and asked, "How long is it?" Jason replied, "About 25 more minutes. Everybody ready for some fun?" This was answered with screams of enthusiasm from the other cars. They were going to a lake house that Jason had rented for the weekend.

The road had just thinned into a sandy wasteland. This would've been okay, but they had been driving for nearly four hours. "What is this?" Crystal asked. Jason got out of his car and shouted, "Okay! It's right through this forest and across a 'small' ravine." This drew him a few 'whoops', but not many. He hopped back in his car and they drove on through a narrow path in the forest.

A few minutes later they were at the house, having had to slowly push their vehicles through the water. Don removed a bag from his car, revealing guns. He was in the Army and firmly believed in safety through superior firepower. They went inside and set up the place. After that, Cruz pulled out a beer and everyone joined in.

The Next Day

The party lasted several hours before everyone passed out. The next morning, they woke up slowly and painfully. Crystal rubbed her head from the hangover and looked at the clock: 6:40 a.m. She looked around and tapped her husband, who growled. "Don!" she whispered. "Where's Dave?" Don got up, had a cup of coffee, and looked around. "Oh, shit." he muttered. This was not good. After a long three hours of searching, Don decided to call the cops. "They'll be here in about twenty minutes."


It was dusk when the cops finally got there. The man who looked in charge, Detective Denn, announced, "Sorry, folks. We ran into some trouble down on the road." It was nearly 8 p.m. The cop was followed by four men and said, "Why don't you guys get some sleep. We'll start looking; God knows how long a day it has been for y'all." All of them, including a reluctant Don and Jason, went to sleep.

When you walked into the cabin, there was a living room with three couches and a few chairs, and a fridge. There were five different doors leading to rooms with six beds each, three bunk-beds. Everyone slept in a bed and every room had at least one person. At about one o'clock, Kelsey woke. There was a noise; assuming it was the cops still looking around, she whispered, "Det. Denn?" She repeatedly whispered this as her heart pounded in her chest. She put her hand slowly on the doorknob and pulled the door open. She stuck her head out slowly, and a meat hammer slammed into her face, knocking her unconscious.

She was dragged through the room slowly and silently. The person holding her pulled away the carpet between the three couches, revealing a basement door. The person opened it and carried her down. When they reached the bottom, she saw that there was another house under the floor. It was bright white with four rooms and a table in three of them. The fourth looked like a security room with many surveillance cameras. "What the hell is this place?" The person turned around and slapped her across the face. The person then pulled off the mask it wore, revealing a woman likely to be in her mid-20s.

Soon, many other young people arrived in the main room. They then picked her up and carried her into one of the other rooms. Many of them wore masks and they set her on one of the tables. When they set her down on the table, she saw Dave sitting in the corner. The room was crowded, with over fifteen of these people in the room. They locked the door. "Do you have any questions?"

"Who the hell are you?!" Kelsey asked. "I can't tell you my name, but we are medical students." This confused Kelsey and Dave. "The college that we went to, also confidential, ordered us to come live in here for three years to practice," he grinned. "Practice on what?" Kelsey asked, crying. "Well, what the hell do you think? We are med students." He cackled and said, "Hold the kid up." Two people went over and grabbed Dave, who started screaming. "Bring him in this room." One of the other guys grabbed his shoulder, "Ben. I don't feel like practicing on a kid today." Ben looked at the guy, "Well, what do you propose we do, man? Execute him?" The guy looked at him, "Ben." Ben rolled his eyes and said, "Hold him still." He pulled a needle out of his back pocket and flung it into Dave's eye. He slumped to the ground as Kelsey whimpered.

Back outside, Det. Denn couldn't find anything. He and his four guys had prepared the cruiser for a return trip, but the detective could still sense something was off. He told the boys to wait for him at the vehicle, while he took out his handgun and searched around. As he entered farther into the forest, his mouth twitched, causing his cigarette to drop to the forest floor. "Damn it." He stomped it out and stepped on something that felt irregular. He bent down and found a rope, which he followed to its source. Finally. Something, he thought. It led to an area in which he found a small door. Although when he stomped on it to smash it open, he fell through. He hit his head on a piece of metal and passed out.

Two Hours Later

Don woke and looked around. Now, everyone in the third room had been taken, including Kelsey, Danny, and Pete. He took one of his shotguns out of the bag and sat down.

Detective Denn woke up two hours later, slightly confused. Had he been overpowered? Was he being led to torture? He realized that he was acting stupid, and he was sitting in front of a large metal door. He picked up his handgun and opened the door. He saw a long, dark hallway in front of him, so he took out his flashlight and turned it on. He walked about twenty feet before he saw a door to his side. He looked inside, where there was a fridge, a TV, and no people. "Hello? Is anyone here?" he asked. No answer, but why would anyone? Anyone who was here was the enemy. Walking down the hallway, he thought he saw a figure walk across from one door to another, so he ran. He looked to the right into an open door and shouted, "Hello?" "Hello," was the reply, as was the overwhelming feeling of pain as an axe smashed into his back.

"Gahhh," he moaned as he spit blood. He looked around into the eyes of a kid who could be no older than 25. "Who are you?" The kid looked at him strangely, "I'm Kade Demply, head of this group of students. Who are you?" He choked out, "I'm Detective Walter Denn." "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Denn." The cop slumped against the wall, "Please don't kill me." The kid grinned and chuckled a bit, "Well, I'm always happy to oblige an officer of the law. However, it seems circumstances have changed." He took a step back and swung the axe into the cop's neck.

It was around four o'clock for Don, who was waiting for something to happen. Four of the original nine on the trip were missing. He looked at the door for almost two hours. In the end, he got so cold that he looked for something to put on. He looked around, seeing the rumpled up, old rug on the floor. He picked it up and put it over himself. "Son of a bitch!"

Kade picked up the cop's handgun and went into the room on the left. His assistant, Carl, was sitting at the computer watching some of the other rooms. They were the only two people in this bunker. Everyone knew what they could do, and that didn't involve killing cops. "Who was that, Kade?" "Things have changed, my man," Kade said as he pointed the gun and pulled the trigger.

Don grabbed his shotgun and, in a fit of rage, smashed through the lock on the basement door. There was a large area before him, which, to his worst fears at this moment, looked like some sort of lab. "Look. If anyone's in here, I'm in a very bad mood, so if you don't give up our people, I will shoot you on sight!" A few men came out with knife-like objects, and he shot them in the chest. He went in the first room and cleared it out. He went in the second room where a doctor shot at him and the bullet glanced off his shoulder. Don shot him point-blank in return. He turned around and saw the body on the table. It was Pete, basically torn open and emptied. It was disgusting, his friend on the table. His heart and some other "things" had been put in a sort of box to be preserved. "What the hell are you sons of bitches doing to us?!" he screamed.

He turned into the next room and saw Kelsey and Danny in the same positions. The blood on the floor squished as he walked across the room. And then he saw Dave. "Holy shit," he sobbed as he pulled him into his arms. He placed him back on the ground and, in a fit of rage, ran out of the room. He ran into the last room, where Ben pointed a shotgun at him. Don placed his hand on the shotgun and jammed him in the eye with it; Ben fell on the ground and Don pumped his gun. His anger welling up, he screamed at Ben, "Who the hell are you freaks?!" Ben, eye running red, looked at Don and said, "Sir, we're simple medical students. Did we cause a disturbance?" Don screamed and shot in the air. He placed the gun under his neck and said, "Alright, son. Who is in charge?" Ben looked behind Don again, swallowed, and said, "Sir, that information is confidential." Don scoffed and hit Ben with the gun, knocking him out.

He looked around and found the camera room. He got on a headset and said, "Alright, who the hell is on the other end of this microphone?" The computer screen in front of him suddenly buzzed to life, revealing a man bending down to look at him. "Ah, Don, it's an honor to finally meet you." He was standing in front of a man who was shot in the head. "Who the hell are you?" The man, who looked to be around 25 to Don, blinked and said, "Hey, why all the hostility? I'm just doing my job. My name's Kade, by the way, and you're bleeding." Don stared at the screen in disbelief, "Do you think this is funny? Do you think this is a game? You guys are killing my friends!" Kade looked at him, "You really don't get it, do you? We're not even paid to do this. This is part of a college project, and you've been killing the students. That's murder, bro." A small voice then asked, "Kade, where are you?" The boy replied, "I don't see how that's relevant, and I'm not going to tell you anyway, but why do you want to know?" "Because I'm going to kill you." There was hysterical laughing on the other side of the screen.

Well, he's obviously outside of the house. Don grabbed his shotgun and went outside and into the forest. He started screaming at the top of his lungs, "Kade! Where the hell are you? I'm ready to be your next victim, you crazy son of a bitch!" This continued for five minutes or so before he turned around and ran, screaming. Then, Kade climbed out of the hole from his bunker, leaning on an axe. He calmly asked, "Where do you think you're going? You finally get my attention and then you run away like a coward? Hmmm." He placed his finger to his head like he was thinking. Don ran up to him and placed the shotgun to his head. "Get on the ground, now!" Kade did, almost eagerly, arms spread out happily. He even smiled. Don pulled the trigger and nothing came out.

"Shit!" he screamed, knowing he was out of shells. He was losing his mind. Suddenly, Kade didn't look so friendly. He got up and swung the axe around so that it stuck in Don's leg. He screamed and Kade kicked him in the chest, pulling it free. Don swung around and bashed Kade in the face with the shotgun, leaving him spinning wildly. Kade swung the axe around, only barely nicking his chest because he was disoriented. Don knocked him to the ground, limped over, and picked up the axe. "You're going to die. You know that, right, you bastard?" He brought the axe up high as a bullet flew out from the forest, nudging itself between his shoulders.

He fell to the ground. It was a taser-shot, so it wasn't life-threatening. Five minutes later, he woke up surrounded by police. Kade was barely awake, but still cracked a smile. Don looked up at the nearest cop and said, "Sir? Sir, this man kidnapped my friends and family and butchered them! I'm not in the wrong!" The officer kicked him and yelled, "Shut up!" What? What is this? Another officer picked him up and forced him up against a log, "Sir, didn't this man tell you? Congress made this a legal practice for most medical colleges across the country a few weeks ago. You're about to go to jail for mass murder. Possible life sentence." Don turned to Kade as the cuffs were put on him, who flashed him a thumbs-up. No!!!! "This can't be happening," he whispered to himself. The officer waved to Kade and told him, "You can get back to your studies now, Mr. Demply. I'm sorry for the disturbances." Kade smiled back and said, "No problem, officer. It's been a rough night." Kade walked back down into his bunker as Don was loaded into a helicopter.

While on the ride, the police officer turned to Don and said, "Just be glad you didn't run into the Psychology students." He chuckled to himself and added, "Happened to me once. Shit really messes with your head."

Later, Jason, Crystal, Cruz, and Laurie woke up and went on with their day in the cabin. Dave woke up in the hospital room under the cabin and pulled the needle from his eye. He screamed as the blood fell to the floor.

This is the end of the April 4, 1967 file.





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