Pines, Reporting for Duty

Chapter 4

(Dipper pov)

I groan in pain as I slowly open my eyes, feeling dried blood on my face and chest. I feel duct tape over my mouth, my ankles tied together and my wrists tied behind my back. The space is dark and cramped so I'm guessing he has me in the trunk of a car. I feel light headed.

I hear the sound of a power drill and scream in fear as one drills right through the trunk dangerously close to my eye. The drill stops and is pulled away. I whimper hearing him pound on the trunk.

"Shut the hell up in there unless you want to suffocate."

I force myself to remain silent as a few more holes are drilled into the trunk before I hear him get back in the driver's seat and feel the car moving again.

I manage to get my hands in front of me, feeling slight relief when I get the small knife out of my shoe and cut my hands free. I rip the tape off my mouth before untying my ankles.

The road gets bumpier, probably a dirt road, when I feel something pressed against my arm. I look over squinting in the dark and have to put a hand over my mouth to muffle my scream once I realize what it is. It's a dead body, tightly wrapped in plastic wrap. Fuck, it smells so bad.

The car stops and a plan quickly forms in my head. I'll only have one chance so I'll have to make it count.

Once he starts opening the trunk I kick it the rest of the way open hearing him yell in pain as the trunk hits his face. I get out of the trunk and take off running, barely realizing that I was in the middle of the damn forest.

"You fucking bitch!" I hear him yell behind me, ducking as I hear him shoot at me. The bullet barely misses me and hits a tree that I run past.

I slide down a hill as I push myself to keep running past my limit, never having had to run this hard before but I can't take the risk of slowing down. I can hear him right behind me.

I try to go faster but end up tripping over a stump. I get back onto my feet but it's not fast enough as he tackles me from behind. I grip the knife tighter as I swing it at him blindly, hearing him yell out in pain. I manage to kick him off of me before getting back on my feet running again.

I collapse on the road, everything I ate coming back up onto the road as the knife slips from my fingers.

I shakily rise to my feet looking up as a car approaches me, holding my hand up to shield my eyes from the blinding headlights. The car slows to a stop and a man gets out of the car coming over to me.

"Holy shit, are you okay man? What happened to you?"

"P-Please...help me. There's a crazy f-fucking psycho trying to kill m-me..."

He takes his jacket off putting it around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay, let's get you to the police and they'll take care of the rest."

He leads me to his car and we both get in as a gunshot rings out, his blood splattering all over me and his body slumps over in the seat dead. I let out an ear piercing scream and I see Bill standing there gun in hand. He opens the car door pulling the body out as I reach for my door handle.

"Do not even think about it!" He snarls at me, his gun pointed right at me.

I freeze in fear as he gets into the car, holding the gun in his lap so it's pointed right at me still.

"Geez, you are really a pain in the ass sometimes. You have that guy's blood just fucking everywhere on you." He reaches towards me and is annoyed when I flinch away. "Just calm the fuck down already." He reaches towards me again and wipes the blood off my face before wiping it on his jeans instead.

"W-Why are you doing this to me?" I struggle to hold back my tears from just pure fear.

"Because why not? I find it fun. But what I don't find fun is when my play things decide to hit me in the face with a trunk and make me chase them through the woods. You have been pissing me off, and trust me when I say that you do not want to fucking piss me off."

"I-I just want to go h-home..." I whimper out, tears coming down my cheeks.

"Tough luck, because you are never going home so I advise you to get that stupid idea out of your head."

I hug my knees to my chest, crying into them. This whole situation is just so fucking hopeless. I'm never going to get away from him. He's going to kill me at this rate. My life is fucking over.

He gently grabs my chin making me look at him.

"You only get hurt when you don't listen to me. So just listen to my rules and don't piss me off, and you won't be hurt. Okay?" I give a weak nod as he puts my feet back on the car floor. "Keep your feet down in case we get in an accident."

He starts driving,the keys still being in the ignition, and I just look at my hands clenched in my lap. I hate this and I hate him.

I gasp feeling a pain in my leg and looking down I see he injected something into my thigh.

"W-What-"

"Just a little something to help you calm down."

I try to stay awake but can't do anything as my eyelids grow heavier and close against my will.