Their Little Lady (✓)

Chapter 34 - To be Smart and Slick.

You and Vincent walked back to the main part of the house together, you hadn't exactly remembered the way, but with Vincent's help you both made your way back just fine.

Vincent seemed to be still very distant and weary of you. Which was understandable. You didn't know much about him and he didn't know much about you, it was just natural for a closed-off guy like Vincent to act - or for most people to act for that matter.

The both of you walked back down the narrow hallway in silence. You found out Vincent didn't talk, and if he did it wasn't verbally. He would respond in simple nods or hand gestures. But that was enough for you.

You kept glancing around the hallway, trying to get a good look at the hallway in general because you hadn't really gotten to when you walked through it before with Norman. The walls were covered in rose patterned wallpaper that seemed to be pealing off, the wallpaper looked as though it use to be white behind all the roses, but was now a pale yellow color - which showed just how old the wallpaper really was.

The floor boards looked old too. They would creak a bunch and the wood wasn't very smooth, it was rather rough and it looked as though if you moved the wrong way, a splinter would be driven right into your skin.

As you descended back down the hallway you realised, you didn't actually ever really figure out where you were. Sure, there was that one time you tried to escape out of the back door (which didn't work out), however, you were too panicked and hurried trying to just get out of this place, that you didn't bother acknowledging your surroundings - that's exactly how you hurt your ankle.

If you were able to tell anything, you knew the house you were currently being held captive in is surrounded by a thick forest. It was just trees on trees, that looked to go on forever from what you could remember. But, it had to lead to something. Anything - a road, a town, hell- even just a random person walking by! There must be a point beyond that forest that holds something - or someone - who could help.

That gave you an idea.

The slashers were your best friends, but that was long ago. What they have turned into now was not the boys you use to know, they are now dangerous and ruthless. No matter how much they could seem like they loved you or tried to give you a sense of false-security - it wasn't real. It couldn't be! They are killers, you've seen their bloody clothes and weapons when they enter the house late at night - thinking no one else was around. The same thing they do to other people could happen to you if you didn't get out of this house. You didn't have much to go back to, yes, but it is better than this...whatever this is.

If you wanted to really get out of this place, you had to be smart about it. Not just smart, but slick.

None of the slashers could know what you were planning, you had to be subtle and patient. This would not be a one day task if you were to do it right, it would take weeks, months, you hoped it wouldn't get to a year...but there is always that possibility.

You needed to get as much information on where you were as you could, without being suspicious and catching any unwanted attention from the slashers. The one you had to be supper careful around is Hannibal, he has always been super intelligent and can always tell when people are lying or they are acting different. It was honestly scary sometimes how he could tell what you were thinking just by a look or even a blink that was "off-pattern". You hoped he wouldn't catch on before you could act on your plan (which was soon to come).

Not even thirty seconds passed, before Vincent and you both reached the exact same spot you and Norman were before Norman began showing you around (after you asked him, that is).

You thanked your old self for asking that of Norman, because it would give you and excuse to get him to finish the rest of the tour later on. That way you could figure out the best route to escape this terrible place in which holds you captive...for now.

Vincent pulled the sleeve of his light brown sweater up a little bit to check the time on his old wrist watch. Once he saw what time it was, he tapped your shoulder softly.

You turned to Vincent and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah? What's wrong Vincent?"
You asked him

He shook his head, trying to reassure you that everything was fine, before pointing in the direction of the kitchen then to his watch.

"It's time to cook?"
You took a wild guess at what Vincent could possibly be saying.

Vincent softly shook his head before patiently gesturing again. He pointed to the kitchen, then to himself and you.

"Kitchen...you and me...?"
You revised, then your eyes 'jumped' a little in realization.

"You want me and you to cook together?"
Vincent nodded.

For a man who was so distant, he didn't want to leave your side for some reason. He was intrigued by the way you carried yourself and how you could adapt so calmly to every situation you were in - even the worst of them. Besides, Vincent loves art no matter what form it comes in, cooking or baking, painting, pottery, drawing - everything. Art form that is pleasing to the mouth and nose, eyes, and even mind. It would be nice for him to have some company while he did what he did best, created art of many senses.

"Sure, I am actually getting pretty hungry anyway. So, why not?"
You agreed with a little smile. It's not like you had much else to do.

Vincent gave a short and curt single nod before turning the direction of the kitchen and walking towards it.

You followed calmly in pursuit of Vincent. You could get a start on your plan tonight, but for right now...to be honest, all you could think about was getting some delightful food in your stomach.