SIX | On hold

twelve

Chaos' POV

I like working in the darkness, it brings an air of mystery and uncertainty. You can't see that far in front of you, so you don't know what's coming. It's also a time most people are sleeping, so the trouble in the night is usually only revealed in the morning. Giving lots of time to get as far away from the crime scene as possible.

It's tricky causing chaos. Especially undetected.

You always have to pick the right moment. The right target. Each move causes a domino effect that could go in many different ways. Sometimes chaos is very easy to cause. Each domino is lined up perfectly, so all it takes is a little push to set things off. But sometimes, the dominoes have to be altered and realigned so that everything falls into place. But just like dominoes themselves, the end result is always worth the wait. To see your hard work pay off, its- it just brings me so much joy.

But of course you can't relate.

You're not a psychopathic serial killer junkie who gets off causing other people pain.

Or are you?

I don't know.

Quite frankly, I don't care.

My long analogy earlier makes me seem like some sort of middle-aged, poetic philosopher.

Well I'm not.

Middle-aged? Maybe. Poetic philosopher? No.

This would be a great moment to break out some ice-breaker questions, but I've always hated them.

Anyway, enough about me.

I'm the most uninteresting person on this planet.

Who is interesting, is Miss Redhead over here.

She's sleeping at the moment. She looks cute when she sleeps.

I could easily manipulate her. Wrap her around my finger.

She looks naive, and vulnerable, emotionally and physically. I like vulnerability. I prey on the vulnerable.I can just imagine all the amazing things I'll do to her.

Just staring at her makes my heart race.

I'm hungry. Thirsty. I can't wait any longer. Maybe I should wake her up.

Yes, good idea.

I creep over to her, the rustling of the leaves underneath my feet making a load of unwelcome noise.

I nudge her shoulder gently, and her eyes flutter open, but the second she sees me cowering over her, she leaps to her feet.

"AAAAHH, G-GET AWAY FROM ME." she screams.

Whew! Girlie's got some shriek!

"Sh-sh, it's ok. I'm not gonna hurt you." I take a step towards her

"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! OR ELSE!!" She looks to her side and picks up a large stick, "STAY BACK!!" she jabs the thing towards me, as if that's supposed to scare me. Her eyes are flaring and bloodshot.

Out of the blue, she winces, and then I notice a large gash on her right shoulder.

"Hey, that looks painful. If you want I can treat it back at my cabin." I offer in a bid to win her trust.

The look on her face shows she's thinking about it, but that expression quickly fades.

For f*cks sake.

"No way. I'm fine. You're just gonna kill me like you did to Marco." her face is as hard as a rock

I guess Redhead isn't as naive as I thought.

Oh well, there's always the traditional way.

Before she can even react, I pick up the large stone next to me and throw it at her head. The impact makes a satisfying crunch, and she slumps to the ground. Then I check her pulse.

Weak, but still there.

Phew.

I sling her over my shoulder and walk back to my cabin.

Polly's POV

I open my eyes slowly, and am immediately greeted by a monster of a headache grinding into my forehead. I try to stand up but I realise I can't move my hands or legs, and only then do I register the pain of the zipties digging into my skin. My mouth is also stuffed with a rag, and no matter how hard I try screaming for help, my voice is nothing more than a hum. The cabin smells strongly of cannabis and beer, each breath I take makes be want to cough and splutter, but the rag doesn't permit that. The pain I'm in, combined with the situation itself makes one truth clear: I was going to die here. Marco's killer had found me and was going to kill me too, then probably everyone else, and there was nothing we could do about it.

I couldn't believe that a simple camping trip could turn into this...

Imagine how devastated my parents are going to be?

Who would be there to comfort them as they buried and grieved their only two children?

Suddenly, my kidnapper, who was sitting quietly on his sofa, stands up and walks over to check on me.

I quickly lie back on the floor and pretend to still be out. Whatever terrible things he was going to do to me could wait. I needed to buy some time if I was going to try and escape.

The way he's staggering towards me tells me he's drunk. Some professional he is.

He taps my torso with his foot, and when he's sure I'm still passed out, he walks outside.

The minute I see him leave, I try to twist and shuffle to get my hands in front of my body. It takes quite a lot effort, and with my slashed shoulder, it's excruciatingly painful. However, I'm sure torture would be 10 times as painful, and I wasn't prepared for that. At last I succeed, and I take a quick breather because my shoulder is now screaming, no- howling in agony. The skin around it has also turned a sickly green colour, it's almost too disgusting to look at.

Now I had to find a way to free my arms and legs. But, it's not like my kidnapper would just leave a knife lying around-

Oh, I stand corrected.

I struggle to pick up the pocket knife conveniently left beside me and start sawing at the zipties. Before long, my hands are free, followed by my legs. However, something about this seems far too easy.

It doesn't matter, I might actually have a chance-

"Oh, redhead... you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" My kidnapper says with a smirk as he enters the cabin. In his tool belt is an intimidating array of weapons, including a sledgehammer, a dental dril and a machete. When he sees me looking at his tools, a psychopathic grin spreads onto his face.

Oh crap.

AN: Ok so this was like one of my favourite chapters to write. Idk I think I just prefer POVs. I should do them more often. I might consider it.