missing. - finney blake

⭒ chapter 18

finney cut the wires of the phone. i took the phone off the stand and started doing what robin said to. i started packing it tightly with dirt.

after packing both the receivers with dirt, i hit my hand a few times to test it. definitely heavy. i went and hung the phone back up and walked over to finney who was screwing in a rope to the wall.

we both walked over to the small window and just started out at the raining pouring down. i gently grabbed finneys arm and lied my head on his shoulder. he lied his on mine. we stood there in silence for a while, enjoying our last moments.

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i sat on the bed as finney paced back and forth. we were both completely on edge. we were gonna kill a man.

creaking on the steps. we both snapped our heads towards the noise. i ran over to the phone and picked it up, it practically weighing me down. "let's kill this fucker" i said.

the lights turned on. we both waited, side by side. the door slowly opened. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. we were gonna kill a man.

i could see finney tense up from beside me from my peripheral vision. i have him a small look and focused back on the door opening. a head slowly peered in.

although it wasn't the grabber. it was a different man, with a mustache. i gave him a confused look and guessed finney did the same.

"no fucking way." he said as he stared at us. "i knew that he was hiding something from me down here, but holy mary mother of god."

"please, help." finney said. "we've been down here forever. please." i said. we both took a step towards the man. "c-can you call my dad? call my sister? call y/n's mom?? please!"

"oh listen. don't worry, he's not here. h-he had to go into work" he said as he took in all the features of the musty basement. "uh- i'm max, man. stay-stay calm. no wonder he was freaking out this morning. hey, you want to know the story about how i found you guys?"

no.

no.

a shadow from behind him. "no, no, no!" me and finney started yelling. "don't worry about it, we can talk about this.."

only before he got cut off by an axe through his forehead.

he was back.

the grabber slowly walked down the steps while max tried to walk away, only to fall down on the ground. his lifeless body lying there.

the grabber, covered in blood walked down. me and finney backed up towards a wall, my grip on the phone tightening until it was cutting into my hands. we were both breathing as hard as humanely possible.

"look what you made me do. you made me kill my brother!"

"the fuck we did!" i yelled. "it wasn't us!" finney said while walking towards the body. i stayed against the wall. "he was an idiot. but he was my idiot." as he walked over to the body.

i pulled finney back by his sleeve. "i'm sorry, max. now i'm gonna have to put you with the others." and he sighed. "looks like you'll find those naughty boys after all." he continued while taking the axe out of his forehead.

me and finney both cringed and i couldn't take it. i wrapped my arms around his waist and put my head against his chest. he put his arms around my head. we were huddled up, terrified what this man was gonna do to us. probably kill us. we couldn't fight no matter what steps we took.

"what's up with the phone, huh?" he asked, pointing to the phone in my hand. "i told you, it doesn't work!"

oh but it did.

finneys breathing got harder and harder. every single part of my body was shaking. we're gonna god damn die. "normally, i would use a knife. but, you guys are very special. i'm gonna take my time. i want this to really hurt."

"samson!" he called for im assuming his dog since barking was heard. god. the dog came down the stairs and stood by his side. the chain dangling. it started barking and growling at us.

the grabber led the dog over to a wall. he picked up the axe and slowly walked towards us. we finally let go of eachother and my grip tightened even more, if that was possible.

he lifted the axe and yelled. we both dashed for the hallway where the toilet was. finney jumped over the rug. so did i. he caught me by my waist and steadied me. finney pulled the rope he had tied earlier, causing the grabber to trip.

he fell right into the hole we had made. right through the carpet. he screamed as finney stood up. time to shine.

i repeated robins steps. in the end, i hit him square in the mouth with the phone. holy shit. this was working. i did it again. so many times where he could've killed me already. and he didn't.

he only laughed in my face. i turned around, handed the phone to finney. it was his turn. he repeated robins steps. when he went to punch the grabber though, he caught his hand. he had learned our tactics.

the grabber grabbed him and tried pulling him into the hole with him. finney immediately pulled the grabbers mask off, only revealing him for a second. this distracted him enough to the point where finney could leave his grasp. i helped pull him up.

once finney stood up he got one good swing on him. he finally hit him. once he got a good grip he continued punching him, over and over. "give" i said. that's all it took for him to hand it over. i had an idea.

i ran behind the grabber and used the cord to go around his neck. "help me!" i yelled. finney jumped over the hole and took over the cord. he yelled while he pulled the cord around his neck.

seconds of him struggling went by.

the phone rang.