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It takes a little over two hours to make it to the base of the giant mountain. Now directly under it they take in just how big it is, from a distance it looks gigantic, but this close up changes the dimensions. The team never saw anything so vastly large, they will never see anything this large again. Seeing it up close was discouraging, going through their heads was a ton of questions, the most asked one pertaining to why did I do this? Just being near this mountain changed how they felt, it had an aura, most things do but this one had a bad aura. “So uh guys? Anyone else scared shitless? I want to leave, so good luck?” Jeremy starts to walk back towards the village, away from the team. He makes it two steps before Janet grabs him by his head dragging him back. “No, you stay. We are all scared to a degree, but it’s our mission so we must complete it.” Larry backs up and turns to his teammates, specifically Jeremy. “If you want to die then sure go back. If any go back with no riches you and your kin will die. Is that what you want? At least on the tall deadly, terrifying mountain we have a chance, slim, but it’s there.” Jeremy whom up to this point hasn’t been violent, or showed any anger, pushes Janet’s hand from his hood and stomps up to Larry. “You have no idea what I saw in my dream! This is pointless!” Larry looks down on Jeremy, no anger, no emotion, just hard facts. “Buck up, or leave. Got it?” Jeremy and Larry stare for a few seconds, then Jeremy takes the first action, stepping down. “Fine. Captain.” Larry smiles, not a cocky smile but a welcoming smile. “Glad that’s over, let’s go.” With the first step on the mountains base a cold wind blows at them, a whisper crawls into Jeremy’s ear. GO BACK. Jeremy stops, looking left and right trying to find where the mysterious voice came from, he has no luck. His fellow teammates keep walking without noticing that Jeremy stopped, even if they did they would just yell at him. He runs catching up with them. It takes a few hours but they make it a few thousand feet to the first peak. The wind has picked up to the point where they must use their ice picks just to move, the snow has started a downpour. The last few hundred feet the team started holding hands because of the thick snow making it near impossible to see anything more than arms length away. Larry spots a clearing a few feet away, a perfect place to set up camp. “Just a few more steps guys and we will be there!” The few steps feel like many, but once there they know it was worth it; finally time to rest. Once at the flat zone they notice how different it is compared to the rest of the walk, it’s perfectly flat with no wind and barely any snow; weird but welcoming. Larry instructs them how to unravel the tent and put it up, it’s an easy set-up with no problems. Now to get warm. Larry grabs the stack of wood he collected on the way up and builds a wood tepee, throws lint on it and sets the wood ablaze. The team huddles together, all six of them. Larry reaches over the fire warming his cold hands up, he looks to his right at Sam who is rummaging through his bag. “Sam, where did your father say to go next?” Sam looks up from his bag, across the fire he sees something, he doesn’t understand what it is so he passes it off as a snow mirage. “This is the Flat Peak he first spoke of, next is something he called the frost bridge, should be north and up form here.” Larry smiles, he feels good that someone knew an inkling of where to go, because he had no idea. Janet pulls out a forty once of vodka from her bag, popping the lid off she starts downing it like a fish out of water. With a few mouth fulls she passes it to Brenda. “Better drink up boys, this isn’t resealable and I hate wasting booze!” Brenda passes to Sam, he takes a few shots because he has no want to be intoxicated; he left that life behind. Larry only takes a small swig, leaders shouldn’t be drunk, even if they where sleeping after this. Larry passes the bottle to Jeremy who loves his booze as much as Brenda, only problem is he can’t hold it as well as she; that doesn’t stop him guzzling almost the rest. He hands it to the person to his left, Brenda. Handing it over he realizes something is odd, the hand that should be Brenda’s is a dark black glove with frosted blood on it, he hands the bottle over but looks back at Larry. “How many people came with us Larry?” Larry turns to Jeremy, in the corner of his eye he can see something sitting next to Jeremy, but he can’t make out what it is. “Five. Me, Sam, Brenda, Janet, and you. Why?” A look of shock and fear freezes on Jeremy’s face. “Yeah, I figured. Then who or what the hell is that!” He jumps back and points at the figure that was seated next to him, as he does this the figure comes into view for everyone to see; it was like someone had lifted a snowy veil from in front of them. “AH! Wat ze fuk iz zhat!” This was only the second time Brenda spoke, under any other circumstance Sam would have laughed at her accent, or whatever she would call it, but now was a bad time. The figure stood from it’s seated position, it was six feet tall and human, but yet not human. It had all the climbing gear on but it was frozen all the way through, with frozen blood surrounding it’s hands and torso. With a closer look you could see the guts dangling from its cut, the face was frozen so no sound came from it, there was no way for this being to be alive but it was. The team jumped away from the fire grabbing for the guns in their holsters. Larry reaches his first and pulls the trigger, nothing happens. With a further inspection of the gun he realizes it’s frozen. “Fuck! Guys the weapons are frozen! Get back!” The team listens except Janet, she rushes at the monster and shoulder bumps him in the fire. The ice surrounding the monster starts to thaw almost immediately, the head first. With a clear view of the face Larry recognizes who it is; his father! “DAD!?” Larry tries running towards it but Sam holds him back. “The hell ya doing you idiot!” Larry struggles against Sam trying to break free, with a quick sweep of the leg Sam brings him to the ground. “Dammit Sam! Let me up! It’s my dad!” “It may be his body but it’s not him dammit!” While the two struggle Janet and Brenda run to the tent looking for the sharpened ice picks. The monster turns to Jeremy, walking towards him Jeremy starts backing up and trips over his bags falling on his back onto the ground. The creature let’s out a loud shriek as the skull starts cracking open from the top like an egg would. With the cracking blood starts flowing from the seams in it’s head, the eyes bleed, the nose, the ears and the mouth. From the top comes an arm with three shard bladed fingers, it pulls the head down like it was peeling a bloodied banana. With the head fully peeled down to the neck the body falls to the ground, the arm grabs the snow covered ground crawling from the body. Finally out of the body the hand stands up covered in blood and brains, it turns to Jeremy and rushes at him. Jeremy screams as loud as he can as the hand jumps into his gaping mouth going straight down his throat. Sam lets Larry up from the ground, turning towards Sam Larry stabs him in the guts with a quick jab of his knife, Sam topples over holding his stomach while they leak all over the snow. He knew he shouldn’t have came along. Larry runs to where is fathers body lays seeing the mess of what had became of his head, in the snow is a trail of blood from the hand going towards where Jeremy lies on the ground. He follows it ending up standing over Jeremy with his bloody knife. “The fuck did you do to my dad?” Jeremy tries to defend himself and speak, but anytime he tries nothing comes out, he raises his hands in defense. With this Larry snaps, he pounces on the defenseless Jeremy and starts stabbing him wildly on the head, killing him instantly. That doesn’t stop Larry who keeps stabbing and stabbing. Janet and Brenda make it to the tent for the ice pinks, once there the alcohol starts affecting Janet, she looks at Brenda. Her once good friend Brenda doesn’t look like that friend anymore, no, she looks like a troll that one would see in a fairy tale that lives under a bridge. Janet finds the ice pick deep down in her bag, bringing it out she swings at Brenda slicing her in the throat, for a split second Brenda stares at her friend in shock. “Da fuk.” Her throat starts to squirt blood, grabbing it she hopes to stop it by applying pressure, the cut is much too long and deep for that to work. Gurgling on her blood now foaming out of her mouth she takes one last look at her friend with tears in her eyes. Falling over she lays dead. Janet steps over her limp body and walks out of the tent, making her way outside. Outside near the fire Larry is still stabbing Jeremy countless times, Janet who is making her way outside sees this from afar. Running over to them at her top speed she fails to notice Sam on the ground bleeding out, her foot catches on his leg causing her to tumble over. Her hand extends to catch herself forgetting that she had the ice pick in it. Her face lands upon it with full force and weight going onto it, lodging the pick through her skull killing her. Covered in blood Larry hears the commotion, satisfied with the stabbing he gets up going over to see what happened. Before he makes it to the body the snow starts to settle down towards the north. Looking far out in the distance he see it; the door, the whole reason they came. He makes his way to it, the path clear like it was a calling. The closer he gets the further away it looks, but that won’t stop him after everything that just transpired. A wind blows by him carrying a voice. You need four four deaths to reach the door. Larry looks at his hand and counts the names: Jeremy, Brenda, Janet, Sam, four names. “All four are dead! I know Brenda and Janet are because I heard them scream!” One is not yet dead, but soon will be. Larry turns around to head back to see just who the voice was talking about, as he turns he feels a warm sensation coming from his chest, looking down he sees an ice pick protruding through it. He reaches for it trying to grab it out, but he has no such luck, instead he turns back around and sees Sam smirking holding in his guts with one hand. “Join your father dickhead.” Sam pushes him over impaling the pick deeper killing him. You may enter SAM. Sam looks at the door barely able to make out the details. “Fuck you door on the mountain.” He falls over dead.