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"He thrusts his fists against the p-post, and still insists he sees the guh-ghost" Lucas repeats, over and over again. His stutter had gone away a bit within the past few months, not so bad as it was every word, but it was still evident. Hell, he'd been repeating it so long the words didn't seem like actual words and he only stuttered a bit repeating it.
Finney ran into the room, whisper-shouting for the curly haired boy as he turned around, slightly annoyed.
"We can escape" Finney whispers
Lucas stays silent, completely and utterly drained, lost hope filling his head.
"I'm serious. Griffin, Griffin Stagg. His bike lock is on the door, he wrote the code on the wall, we can get out, run and call for help."
Lucas stares at the floor towards his shoes, and the dirtied cuffs of his jeans.
"Don't you get it? Wuh-we are going to die, Finney. Give-give it up"
Finney scoffs, the air in hid lungs then becoming a sigh of sympathy. He knew Lucas felt insane, talking to dead kids, being trapped with no where to go, no where away to even feel the bright summer sun simmer his skin.
"Please" Finney begs
Lucas turns around, giving Finney a stern look before looking away, laying back on the mattress. Finney just looks at him with a pleading look, wanting to believe there was even a sliver of a chance they could escape.
"This isn't about anything. This is about life or death, Lucas"
"I think we've p-passed that point"
Finney rolls his eyes and bites his tongue, walking over to Lucas and pulling him up as the curly haired boy protests. Finney shuts him up as they quietly walk up the stairs, Lucas shaking in fear.
He didn't want to do this. He heard Billy Showwalter, he didn't want to be beaten to death. What was Finney's plan? The man who had kidnapped them was right upstairs, waiting for them, belt probably ready to beat and slaughter the boys.
Finney takes Lucas' hand, staying quiet as they reached the top of the stairs. Lucas had already started crying looking at his kidnapper, terrified, knowing nothing good would come of this. The man behind the mask was clearly asleep, tired of waiting for the boys to step up and play whatever game he wanted. Finney turns to him, putting a finger to his lips to tell him to stay completely and utterly silent.
The boys creep past the middle aged man in the mask, sleeping in the kitchen chair he sat in, making their way towards the front door, locked with a standard lock you'd get at the dollar store. Lucas' breathes were quiet yet shaky as he waited for Finney to get the code right. Eventually, the boy with the mop of soft, brunette hair had gotten the code right, clicking the lock undone.
The boys look at each other, mentally preparing themselves to run, to scream, do anything that would come to help them.
As Finney takes the lock off the hook, whatever dog was inside the house or a neighbor's loud ass dog started to bark, loud. The two panic, dropping the lock on the floor as they pushed the screen door open, bolting down the driveway and onto the sidewalk.
"Help! The Grabber! Help!"
"Help! Suh-someone fucking help!"
Finney sprinted in front of Lucas, being the baseball player of the two, he was naturally athletic. Looking back, Lucas saw the front door of his kidnappers home swing open, The Grabber running towards them, knife in hand.
"Fucking someone help!" Lucas screams at the top of his lungs, using whatever voice he had left from the lack of water intake.
"Help! He's a kidnapper! Help!" Finney screams
Just as two porch lights flick on, The Grabber tackles Lucas, holding him by the neck, knife pointed right to his neck as he strained to try and get away. Finney stops dead in his tracks as he looked back as he heard the small boy's body plummet to the ground.
"Say one word and I slit his throat" The Grabber threatens Finney.
Finn had the upper hand, he could've tried to move or shout or something. Lucas wouldn't care if he died, if it meant Finney at least got to escape he would've been fine with it.
But Finney did nothing.
He was frozen in fear, completely terrified, showers crawling up his back in the night wind. The leaves of trees rustle around them as one light flicks off, then the other.
They missed their chance.
They'd get dragged back inside and beaten profusely until they were dead. That was it.
Game over.
Finney shudders, watching his best friend / romantic interest go red in the face from being heald so tightly by The Grabber. Lucas tries shoving the man off of him, his weak arms doing nothing against the man as he stands up, pointing the knife at Finney.
"Get your ass over here before I kill this kid, right here in the street"
Lucas lightly gulps, sort of wanting to laugh at the situation but at the same time the tears still spilled down his cheeks.
Finney's arms were now covered in goosebumps, slowly walking back towards the kidnapper. He wanted to scream, or run but he knew the consequences. He knew The Grabber would stick to his word. He killed all those other kids, why would he stop at Lucas?
Finney stares down at the floor as he follows the grown man inside, seeing his fists clenched. When they reach the basement door, the two barely look at each other as Lucas walks back down. Finn was just behind him as he expected for their kidnapper to push them down the stairs and bust their heads open or even stab them over and over again to feel a slow and painful death.
