Psychopath

The Butchery

James opened slowly began drifting back into consciousness. He lethargically began opening his eyes. He looked around and saw... Nothing. It was as if his eyes were still shut. There wasn't a single source of light anywhere. He began to feel fear building up inside him. His heart rate began to increase alarmingly, his body began shaking uncontrollably, and he felt droplets of sweat begin to form of the back if his neck and forehead. He franticly surveyed the area around him, looking for light, any light at all. There was nothing. He began to feel nauseous and light headed, as his irrational fear of the dark began to overtake him, forcing itself into his mind while pushing any sense of ration or logic out. He didn't understand why he was so scared. There was nothing immediately threatening him. He told himself this over and over again until he slowly began to calm down. It took over ten minutes for him to calm down enough to think straight. He inhaled though his nose, and exhaled through his mouth. At first his breaths were shaky, but soon his heart began to slow down. His breathing slowed down as well, and stabilized. After he calmed down, he began to formulate a plan of escape. The first step of creating a successful plan is always gaining as much information regarding your situation as possible. James was sitting in a chair, that was obvious. His hands were behind his back, tied together and tied to the chair with rope. He slowly ran his fingers through the rope, trying to deduce what it was made of. It was extremely rough, with loose fibers sticking out. Prefect. James gritted his teeth and began twisting and jerking his wrist around. Slowing the rough rope began to cut into his skin. Tears if agony slowly began to pool around his eyes and trickle down his cheek, and he began to softly groan in pain. After ten minutes of pure agony, blood finally began running down his wrists, making the area between his tied wrists and the rope slick. After five minutes, James managed to squeeze and slide his hands out of the blood soaked ropes. He slowly stood up, and walked forward with his hands extended, trying to find a wall or something, doing his best to ignore the throbbing pain in his wrists. He walked about 3 meters before his foot connected with something. He crouched down and felt the object. It felt like a wooden box. His searched the area above it and felt another box a few inches above it and a few inches behind it. After a second he realized what they were. Stairs. He slowly and carefully ascended the stairs, keeping one hand on the guardrail the other in front of him. 16 steps later, his hand touched a wooden wall. His fingers explored the wall until he found a round, smooth metallic protrusion. A doorknob. He slowly turned the nob and strained to push open the surprisingly heavy door. As soon as he peeked his head through the doorway, blinding light erupted in his eyes. He closed them and covered them with his bloody hands. It reminded him of when he was younger, and his mom would always turn on his light in the morning to wake him up for school. He remembered always retreating to the dark safety if his covers to escape the blinding light. James slowly opened his eyes a peek and patiently waited for his vision to adjust. After about 45 seconds, he could finally tolerate the light enough to look around. He was in a butchery. All around him were pig corpses suspended in the air with chain. He looked around and saw that not all of these hanging piles of flesh were pigs. On was a person. Brian. He kicked and flailed around, attempting to shake himself loose from the chains. His armed were fastened above his head, and his was suspended a few inches off the ground. He must have been like that for a while, because his hands had turned a deep red as the blood circulation to his wrists was cut off. Despite having a gag over his mouth, Brian cures to high heaven as he jerked and flailed about.

"Brian calm down, I'm here." Janes whispered.

As soon as Brian heard James voice, he stopped his flailing and screaming. James looked around the room, looking for anything he could use to help Brian. He found the key to the padlock that kept Brian's chains fastened to his wrists, the idiot who had locked them down here had the incredible foresight to put the keys on a hook near the god damn front door, and a few large boxes filled with pig meat. He stacked the boxes on top of one another and quickly climbed to the top of his tower. After a couple seconds of making sure he had his balance, he unlocked the pad lock, freeing Brian. Brian immediately collapsed to the ground with a yelp of surprise. He rubbed his wrists for a few minutes before slowly getting to his feet and looking at James. He looked bad. He had a nasty bruise on his left eye that made it swell almost completely shut, and his clothes were soaked in sweat and grime. James didn't know what he looked like, but he imagined must have looked just as bad, if not worse, than Brian.

"Come on. Lets get out of here." Said James.

He tuned and saw Paul, the man who had kidnaped them and beaten them to a pulp, standing in front if the exit to the butchery. He was wearing the exact same thing he had been wearing when he kidnapped them, and held a bloody meat cleaver in his right hand.

"You ain't goin no where."