Felicity is the older sister of Billy Showalter, when Billy is taken, Felicity convinces herself that it's her fault he's missing, which destroys her. After a few more events in her life, soon Enough Felicity herself kidnapped and thrown in the base...
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⊱ ───── {⋆Chapter 10: A Boy By The Name Robin⋆} ───── ⊰
(this chapter is a bit rushed and crappy since I'm writing while in class.. Because I'm bored- anyways...)
~ Felicity's POV ~
The Grabber said he had to go to work, which means I'm stuck in this bedroom all day, with my mouth taped, and my hands and legs tied down.
I think Max was also at work because it was unusually quiet. But I don't even think Max works, to be honest, so let me retract that statement. He's probably out doing whatever.
I get bored of just lying on the red so I decide to try to break the restraints.
I guess The grabber didn't tie them good enough, because the string to my left arm comes undone. I quickly reach over and untie my right arm, then my left leg, and my right leg. For some reason, the last thing I did was take the tape off my mouth.
I get up quickly, leave the room, and run towards the front door. But I stop. The rooms right there, I could just leave, easily, just like that. And be free. But the boy in the basement...
I can go to the police and they can free the boy.. But what if I'm too late?
Fuck it.
I run over to the basement door and run down the stairs, almost tripping in the process. I get to a big metal door. I unlock and push it open, I hear shuffles, and I see an average size boy, with a bandana in his messy hair looking back at me.
I take a quick glance behind me. No Grabber. Good. "Hey, Kid, come on" I whisper yell, and he comes over running. I grab onto him and we run up the stairs. "You're that Showalter girl, you're still alive?" He questions, "No time for questions kid," I say as we reach the top of the stairs.
We turn left, and right as we're about the open the front door. It opens on itself, and the kid and I take a step back towards the sofa.
In walks the Grabber. With no mask, he looks frightened at first, he drops the stuff he was holding, and throws a wrench at me, making me fall back onto the couch, because I am weak, and that somehow managed to knock me off my feet.
I see him go and tackle the boy, him smacking his head on the ground, The Grabber somehow has a knife and he stabs the boy in the stomach, but the boy blanks out after the first stab.
I get up and run over and push The Grabber and start punching him. For a moment I was actually beating the shit out of him. But he grabbed the knife, and just as he did to the kid. He stabbed me right in the guts. But 5 times, and I ended up passing out on top of him.
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My eyes flutter open, and I see the all-familiar ceiling of the basement. Fuck me.
I look at myself to see I'm just in a bra, and the kid is hovering above me. But looking away "Uhm," I say and he looks at me. "You're bleeding worse than me," He says gesturing to my abdomen. "Where is my shirt?" I ask and his face goes red.
"I took it off you to check the bleeding," He says honestly I nod. "Do you think it's big enough I can wrap around you to try and stop the bleeding?" He asks, I nod. He grabs the shirt from beside me. He slides it over my legs first and helps me lift my torso up. I let out a soft moan of pain.
He tied a knot in it and looks waiting for a moment. My abdomen starts to feel a bit different, kind of lighter. "Did it work?" I ask, he looks closely and then nods. "How about you kid, are you ok?" I ask, he lifts his shirt up to reveal a small stab.
"It didn't go in far before I passed out, it doesn't hurt" He informs me, and I give him a soft smile. "What's your name kid?" I ask.
"Robin"
"Well Robin, welcome to hell," I tell him, and he gives me a soft chuckle. "You've been in hell for a long time," He says sadly. "Yes, I have, but I've also been to purgatory," I say, he raises an eyebrow.
"How do you think I was upstairs?" I ask, and he shrugs. "After Vance..and around the time Bruce arrived, I was sent upstairs," I say, his eyes going wide. "Have you tried to escape? Was it you in the van he threatened?" He asks quickly.
"I've tried, and yes that was me. Listen closely robin.." I say pausing, before i let out a really loud groan from the sudden pinch I felt in my stomach, he places his hands on my torso, which helps a little.
"His brothers living in here too, and uhm, they have a dog" I start, he nods so that I know he's listening to me.
"Robin, I hope you make it out," I say bringing my hand up to his cheek and wiping tears away. "We will," HE says in a hopeful tone, I shake my head slowly so as to not hurt my torso any worse.
"No. You will" I say, my hand falls limp, and my eyes close.
Everything black
Cold
Lonely
I can hear faint yells of who I believe to be Robin.
But it's probably my imagination.
Am I dead?
Is this what its like to die?
It's shittier than I thought it would be if I'm being honest. Not that I think about death, but come on is there a worst way to die?
A part of me is glad that I'm dead, I don't have to deal with that mother fucker anymore, but I hope Robin gets out.
"Don't think you can die that easily?" A dark and mysterious voice says. Then suddenly my eyes open wide. And i start coughing up blood.
FUCK ME, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME I was back in The Grabbers room.
