Where The Bullet Lands

The Sun is Sure Bright

I stared at the ceiling from my cabin room on the ship we were kidnapped on. I say kidnapped, Will says rescued. I throw the knife upwards, it sticks to the ceiling. I beat my fist on the wall and it falls straight down into my hand where I catch it. I've been doing this for awhile trying to keep my mind away from the intimate socialization that lied outside that door. Instead of continuing, I am inspired with a thought. We don't have a set course because we have no clue what to do. I stand up quickly and walk slowly to the door. I swing it open widely. The smell of salt hits me in the face. The sound of birds penetrate my ears. I felt as though someone pushed me off a cloud and straight into the ocean.
"Matt!" I called out. He was steering the ship, he arched his eyebrows. He beckoned for someone to take over his place. "Where are we going" I frowned.
"We're going to Will's home" Matt rubs his chin.
"What? Why?" I shake my head. Will comes from behind me. He has a sick look on his face.
"He'll help us find her, he has the money and need to do so. I can't promise that if we find her, that Annie and I will get to leave. He wants both of us, and neither of us will walk out of there the person we entered as" He shakes his head in disbelief.
"What do you mean?" I arch my eyebrows.
"I mean that he'll conduct scientific experiments that only Satan himself could think of" He swallows hard.
"But he is your Father?" Matt chimes in.
"He is also the reason I was okay with dying in the ritual" Will leaves the awkward silence and returns to his room.
"What ritual?" Matt looks at me.
"Oh, Annie, Will and I are all in a cult. Will was going to sacrifice himself to Satan" I frown. The less he actually knows about us the better. I return to my room, a sick feeling in my gut.
*View of Will*
I remember the first day I realized my Father wasn't as good as I thought; I ran into my Fathers room. I was 15 and oblivious of his morbid lifestyle. I had my new girlfriend by my side. She had two different eye colors, born that way. My Father didn't even ask her name. The next day, she wasn't at school. Or the day after that. I remember laying in my bed and hearing a young girl scream. I jumped out of bed to follow the sound. I opened the forbidden door just a little. Inside was my girlfriend, she was tied to a chair. Belts wrapped around her. My Dad was in the room. An older man had some sort of device in his hand. It was three kneedled connected to some kind of drill. He slowly stuck it in her eyeball. He clicked a button and it turned her eye into a white, green, red mess. I clamped my hand over my mouth and ran back to bed. I didn't do anything. The teachers told us she moved. But I found her body in the river near my house. Both her eyeholes completely empty. I only screamed and ran home. It only got worse and more undeniable after that.