The Grabber

Last Day

"He's coming," Griffin whispered.
"He's got that stupid look on his face," Vance scowled. "Like he has a plan." Andrea began to stir as she heard the voices.
"It goes against what I always say, but don't fight back," Robin warned.
"You can do this," Bruce encouraged. Andrea held her head as she felt the ache from the other world reaching out.
"Be strong," Billy finished. Andrea glanced up as the lights flicked on. She slowly lowered her hand as the door opened with a creak that made her feel sick to her stomach. She stared at the mask he wore today. Only the bottom half of his frown.
"Welcome to your last day," he greeted her. She gulped as he slowly removed his hand from the handle, approaching at an uncomfortably slow rate. "You ready to see everyone again?"
"Am I leaving now?" She perked up. She moved back as Al took a seat beside her. She noticed he wore his jacket open again, bare chested underneath. She didn't have good memories of this attire. He lifted a hand to her bandaged arm. She flinched away.
"Not quite yet," he sighed. "I make the decision today. If I decide to let you go, you'll be out tomorrow."
"But you said-"
"I said you had one more day," he finished. "I'll decide what to do with you by the end of the day, but for now..." he removed his mask to reveal a smirk that made Andrea swallow her words. "I think we should have one last day of fun. Since we didn't get to play last time." He released a giggle that made Andrea's stomach drop. He gave her a look up and down before reaching to her neck to press his lips against hers. She gasped and tried to move away, but heard a tap against the wall. She looked over as Al moved to her neck. The phone wire swayed back and forth. Andrea knew what it meant. She remembered the victims' advice. She had to play by his rules. She had to play his game. If she didn't struggle or fight back, he would get bored and leave her alone. She hoped. She turned back to Al who smirked again. "The fun has only begun." He pressed against her lips as he pinned her down.
"Don't even think about kicking me this time, bunny," he smirked as he pulled off his jacket. She noticed he had blocked any way for her legs to be able to move. It didn't matter. Andrea couldn't fight back. No matter how much  she wanted to. Instead, she closed her eyes tight, knowing she couldn't do anything. She prayed this wouldn't last long or that he would stop. She felt his hands move down the bottom of her shirt. He slipped his hand under her tank top. Andrea tensed at his touch. Her hands gripped the mattress as she tried to hold back her tears as he moved his lips lower. She held her reaction back as she felt his teeth rake against her collar bone. Andrea tried to remind herself to just breathe. It would be over soon. As Al laid a few kisses and bites below her collar bone, she noticed his hand had reached up her side. As his other hand reached to tug on the waist of her jeans, she bit back her fear. She pleaded to every divine being she didn't believe in that he wouldn't go any further. She prayed that he would stop. Suddenly, she noticed Al started to slow his actions, noticing Andrea's lack of movement or sounds. He slowly looked up from her chest to look at her.
"You're not fighting back?" He asked. Andrea didn't want to open her eyes. "You're just... letting me?" He slowly moved his hands from her as he sat up. Andrea felt tingles as his warm hands slid down her body to move away. She didn't move. She slowly opened her eyes to look at him, taking breaths she had been holding back. "Well, what fun is that?" He sighed as he grabbed his mask and jacket and stood to leave. Andrea watched as he placed the mask back on his face to cover his disappointment. He turned to look at her as she laid still. She was too scared to move. "My first time kidnapping a girl and she doesn't even wanna have any fun," he shook his head as he closed the door with a thud. Andrea let her head fall back as she reached to wipe away any tears that may have tried to break through.
"Is he done?" She whimpered. "Please tell me he's done with me." She grunted as she held her head.
"He's confused," Bruce's voice rang. Andrea moved her head to see the five standing beside the phone. She let her arms fall to her sides, still not having the energy to move her body. "He says last time you fought. This time you just let him do what he wanted. He doesn't understand."
"I'm sorry, Andrea. I know that must have been scary," Griffin nodded.
"No kidding," Andrea replied.
"All that matters is," Robin started. "He realizes he can't have fun with you anymore. You don't fight back."
"He might try to test you again," Billy pointed out. "To make you misbehave so he has an excuse to keep you here. Just be careful and keep what we've said in mind."
"And don't fuck it up or you're screwed," Vance chimed in. Andrea nodded. She sighed as she looked at the five.
"Just let me know if he's planning anything else.. please."
"We will," Bruce smiled. "Don't worry." Andrea smiled back. As she looked at the others again, her smile faded.
"Will I get to see you guys again when I'm out?" She asked. Billy shook his head.
"We're stuck here," he sighed.
"As long as that hijo de puta is still here, we're here," Robin shook his head.
"You follow him?" Andrea asked as she finally found the strength to slowly sit up.
"Our souls are stuck to that fucker," Vance crossed his arms. "We can't leave the area. We've tried."
"The only way we can leave is if he dies or moved somewhere else," Griffin sighed.
"If he dies, we can move on," Bruce shrugged. "If he moves, then we just move with him."
"So.. I won't even get visions from you guys anymore?" The five shook their heads.
"We can't leave to find you to visit," Bruce spoke. "Once you leave, that's it from us." Andrea looked down as she took this in. Although she didn't know all of them very well, she hated having to leave them here. It didn't seem fair. Then again, it wasn't fair that they had to go through this to begin with.
"I'm sorry," Andrea finally sighed. "I can't kill him for you guys." She looked at the five, who didn't seem worried. "I just... hope I can at least change things."
"We're rooting for you," Robin smiled.
As Andrea gasped for air, she held her head as she sat up.
"Ah, god.. why do they have to cause headaches?" She winced. She looked out the window as she noticed the day was still young. She had quite a while before she would know how her fate would be sealed.

...

After resting for a while, Andrea was awoken by a pain. She groaned as she placed a hand on her lower abdomen. She sighed as she sat up. She immediately made a face as she did.
"It better not.." she said to herself as she stood to head to the toilet. As she sat to take a look, she sighed in frustration. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

...

Andrea sat with her knees pulled to her chest. It helped with the cramps. She couldn't do anything but wait for Al to come back, if he did. She was filled with slight relief as she heard the familiar flick of the lights and creak of the door.
"Thank god," Andrea sighed. Al's face was filled with confusion.
"What?" He asked.
"I need... um..." Andrea felt embarrassed having to say. "It's... early. It's the stress."
"What? What's early? I don't..." he shook his head in confusion. Andrea sighed.
"It's... you know, that... time." Andrea rolled her eyes as Al stared, not understanding. "I need pads!" She finally said. "My period is early because of the fucking stress." Al stared. "I'm bleeding," Andrea spelled out.
"I know," Al waved her off. "But what do you expect me to do?"
"I don't know, what do you expect me to do?" Andrea shrugged.
"I don't know, just.. why now?" Andrea rolled her eyes.
"My bad. Hey, uterus?" She said as she looked down to her body. "Could you wait just a few more days before you start tearing away the lining, causing blood to come out of m-"
"Okay, okay!" Al stopped her. "I don't need the sarcasm," he pointed. Andrea sighed. "I.. where the hell am I supposed to get... that?"
"They have stores, you know."
"Well, it's late, if you haven't noticed," he pointed to the window. The sky was darkening. Most stores would be closed by now. "So stores are out of the question."
"Well, I need something. Unless you want this blood everywhere."
"Alright, alright. I'll see what I have," he sighed as he turned to the stairs. "This is why I don't take girls. Jesus christ." Andrea was surprised as she saw Al walking up the stairs without closing the door. As curious as she was, she didn't want to move. For multiple reasons. She could hear the rustling of drawers and cabinets opening. She could hear Al talking, but couldn't tell what he was saying. After a bit, Al finally came back down the stairs and tossed a new roll of toilet paper to her.
"That's all I've got," he sighed as he leaned against the door frame. "You'll be out of here tomorrow, so you can get whatever you need then." Andrea's heart lightened at the news.
"You're letting me leave?" She tried to hold back a smile.
"If I kill you or keep you here, people will get suspicious, and like you said, people know me. They know you and Al would talk. I would be their first suspect." He shook his head. "I can't kill everyone else, because apparently there are way too many people who know," he said as he glared at Andrea. She ignored his glance. "Plus, I am not dealing with all... this," he gestured to her as if to reference her current issue. "I'm never taking a girl again. Too emotional, too talkative, and this."
"My apologies for being such an inconvenience," she sarcastically pouted. Al rolled his eyes.
"You were something, alright," he muttered. "Be ready for tomorrow. I gotta get you cleaned up so no one suspects anything. Can't have the police on my ass." He turned to leave, closing the door behind him. Andrea noticed he didn't close it all the way. It was cracked. She could hear his footsteps go up the stairs. He was trying to tempt her, she was sure of it. It took all of her willpower to walk past the door without even looking. She simply went to the toilet with the roll of toilet paper.

...

After trying to rest away the cramps, Andrea opened her eyes as she heard a familiar tune. She lifted her head to look towards the door. After recognizing the tune, she slowly stood to walk towards the door. It was still cracked. She peeked through to the other side to notice the upstairs door was closed. She looked down to see a cassette player on the stairs, just outside of the door. As she listened to the music, she decided to sit against the wall, leaning her head against the door frame. She curled herself inwards as she listened.
"We'll meet again. Don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day." Andrea closed her eyes as she let a soft smile paint her face.
"I knew you had a soft side, Al," she sighed to herself. As the music played, Andrea began to drift away to sleep. She was happy to know that this time tomorrow, she would be home in her own bed. She would be able to see her brother and her friends. Her life would go back to normal, just as she had hoped. She had gotten what she came for. She now knows what made the Grabber this way. She now knows why he does what he does. She didn't know if she could stop him, but she knew she would try. What would be the point in knowing this information if she didn't try to help him? Perhaps Al was right about one thing.
She didn't know when to quit.