𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 ; ᶠᶦⁿⁿᵉʸ ᴮˡᵃᵏᵉ

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Finney awakens on a sweat and blood stained mattress, his throat burning an icy hot, his eyes feeling swollen, which they were. In that moment he sighs, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He looks over at the far left corner, seeing his kidnapper, now in a mask of some sort, watching him from the corner.

"What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to look at you" The man tilts his head, standing up and walking closer to Finn. He outlines Finney's jawline with his fingers, the brunette trying to pull away uncomfortably, but the man had a grip on him.

"Why did you come down here if you weren't gonna feed me? I'm hungry. I'll die"

"Smart one" Finn could almost hear the perverted smirk. "How's your eyes?"

Finney doesn't answer, the man releasing his fingers from the boy's jawline and lifting his forearm up to show off the deep cut he now equipped.

"Looks like I killed somebody"

Finney doesn't answer again, the man softly shrugging and walking back towards the door.

"Oh. Don't bother screaming, either. It's soundproof" The man chuckles.

He leaves, turning the lights on, leaving the brunette alone in the dimly lit basement.

Finn stands up in the middle of the room, waiting for the man to at least get back upstairs, as he was hesitant. He yells at the top of his lungs, calling for help.

"Robin! Jupiter! Somebody help me! Help!"

He screams and yells as much as he could, his throat in immense pain as he did so. But he eventually gives up, his throat so sore he could barely breathe now.

Finn lays back down, dehydrated, tired, and in pain. He felt as if he was going to puke, he didn't know what he was going to endure down here but he already didn't like it. He'd probably end up dead.

He didn't know whether to accept that Oliver and Robin were dead or not, so he didn't. He didn't want to believe it so he tried not to think of it much. The acceptance of even being kidnapped and yet still alive was enough for one evening.

The lights flicker off, leaving the boy alone in the darkness.

Finn covers his eyes with his arm as he lays on the disgusting mattress that smelled of tears and pain.

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Behind the phone stood Oliver and Robin, looking at each other. They stare down at Finney, sleeping on the mattress bolted to the floor.

Robin had a tear in his shirt, right towards his heart. He had multiple slash like wounds covering his arms, what was under his long jeans was unknown. There was another, larger slash under his neck where the collar bones connected. The boy was pale, ghostly, really. He was without his bandana, odd for someone who cherished those things, yet it was stolen from him anyways. As a trophy.

Oliver was pale as could be, his curly hair matted in blood and sweat. He had a large slash from his collar bone to his heart, covering his chest in blood beneath his shirt. Blood soaked through his jeans where his knees were, as they were ripped up a bit as well. You could faintly see scuffed knees beneath, probably an attempt to run that failed.

Oliver hadn't remembered his name anymore. It's the first thing you lose.

The curly haired boy slowly walks to the phone, pressing down on the switch. He wanted to talk to Finn, he wanted him to hear that damn phone. He looks down at Finn, now awakening in confusion, looking up at the phone.

He knew the brunette couldn't see him, Robin didn't see him so he concluded ghosts most definitely weren't able to be seen by mortals. The phone continues ringing, a spark of hope igniting in Oliver's heart.

Finn stands up, picking the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?" He speaks

Oliver's heart drops, he heard the phone.

"Hello? Please, help me. I've been kidnapped. Please help me" Finney speaks with a strained voice.

Oliver can't bring himself to speak, letting the silent static ring into Finney's ear on the other side of the phone. Robin frowns, a saddened expression painting his face as he watches the two figures next to each other.

Oliver faced Finn, the live soul unaware of his presence. Oliver lifts his hand, hitting the switch and letting the end call tone buzz in the boy's ear.

Finn puts the phone back down in frustration and confusion, sitting down on the mattress. He looks around, then back down at his shoes.

He sighs, clearly starting to really process his situation.

He was completely fucked.

Oliver looks over at Robin, tears rolling down his cheeks, he tries blinking them back but he gives up, leaning against the wall.

"Fuck" He sobs, half happy half upset.

Robin leans up against the wall with him, his head on Oliver's shoulder.

"You and me both, buddy"

"Thank motherfucking God" Oliver chuckles, looking up at the ceiling. "He has a chance"

AN - God damn it's only 9:30 and I'm updating 🤪🤪 but I wanna make a cobra kai fic that I already started back in February but yk. I think it'd be interesting but my dumbass needs to stop making new books. anyways hope u enjoyed <3