ghostboys

nineteen

my nose hurt like a bitch. asshole punched me.

when i opened my eyes, i saw that i was in the grabbers arms. he didn't notice i was awake.

i glanced back at the van and vance was nowhere to be found. oh no, where are you?

the next thing i knew, i was being thrown onto a mattress. i sat up and everything was so blurry i can't see two feet in front of me.

"i should snap your neck for what you did to my arm." i heard the grabber growl, taking a seat in front of me.

"fucker."

vance?

"jesus. it's covered in blood. it's like i killed someone. you see that?" he said. i didn't respond and neither did vance, who i assumed was next to me.

i couldn't believe this.

i was kidnapped.

and so was vance.

"not like either of you could see shit." the grabber said and began waving his hand in front of our faces, earning no reaction from either of us.

"i know you're scared-"

"why would i be scared of you, pussy?" vance spat, getting offended.

"...but i'm not gonna hurt you anymore." he said more toward me then vance, seeing how scared i was.

"what i said about snapping your neck..." he sighed, "i was angry, is all."

"and you did a number on my arm." i saw him holding my pocket knife in his hand and he broke it.

"im not gonna hold it against you. and you? punching me, thinking you'd get away and save your girlfriend, good try!" he said, directly toward vance.

"i guess, now we're all even." he began playing with my hair which was really creeping me out.

"stop touching her." vance angrily spoke.

but the grabber ignored him, "you don't have to be scared. because nothing bad is going to happen here." he said, "you guys like soda? hmm. i'll tell you what. im gonna get you guys some sodas. and then....." he was cut off by a phone ringing in the distance.

"is that the phone?" he asked.

"obviously fucker." vance spat.

oh my god, can he stop?!

"you hear a phone ringing? i'm gonna go see who it is. then i'll get you a soda. and then i'll come back and explain everything. hmm?"

neither of us answered and he sighed, getting up and closing the metal door behind him, locking it.

i let out a sigh, being able to finally see again.

vance sat next to me, staring at the wall.

"why didn't you run?" he asked, sounding angry.

"i wasn't going to leave you...."

he didn't answer so i got up and walked to the door, trying to pull it open. vance sighed from behind me, "he locked it, fucker. there's no getting out." he said, joining my side.

"it was worth a shot."

i glanced around the room. creepy bare walls. as well as creepy bare floors. a hallway that leads to a toilet, some rugs and a black phone....

i walked over to the phone, seeing if it would work. i sighed realizing the cord was cut and hung the phone back up.

i sat down on the uncomfortable mattress and watched vance do the same thing i just did. picked up the phone then slammed it down when he realized it didn't work.

i jumped a little. he was in a mood. i don't blame him.

he took a seat beside me.

all i thought about was finney and gwen.

did they realize i was gone yet? did they realize vance was too?

then i thought about robin, bruce and danny.

they're dead. they're all dead. im in the same place they all died in. im going to die too.

"this place is a shit hole." vance said, looking at me for the first time since we've been down here.

i looked at him and his face was bloody, "we should at least get some rest since we'll be down here for a while."

i laid down and tried to get comfortable.

he did too and laid right next to me.

"im sorry i didn't run." i said, staring at the ceiling.

"you should of. now look where you are." he looked at me.

"i wasn't going to let you get taken. not alone."