I Will Survive

5 - Trapped

Gabe slowly opened his weak and tired eyes. He tried to shake himself awake but his wrists and ankles felt stuck, like they were attached down onto something. He tried to look around but his head was stuck to what felt like the back of a seat. He just realised that he was tied to a chair. The room was almost pitch black but he could see a figure looking at him in the corner of the room. There were also metal bars in the background. He was in a prison cell.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his lips were dry. He couldn't lick them because a cloth had been placed in his mouth and tied around his head. Footsteps slowly came towards him.

"Hello there..." The voice croaked "Fancy seeing you back here... I thought you left me for dead... You've come back though, to save me, to heal me of the injuries you caused. You let people beat me and stab me, but you were in that little box. Laughing away at my pain and the arguments I got involved in. I was always your favourite, wasn't I?" The figure laughed again. His voice sounded slightly croaky on some words but posh on the rest, like he was from England. He was still in darkness until a he heard a flick of a switch and a spotlight appeared on him.

He looked a bit older than Dylan and had short brown hair. A scar ran down his right cheek and his eyes were bloodshot. He wore a lab coat over his orange prison clothes. He had a big grin and a syringe was in his hand. He had a straight posture and clean clothes.

"Tick, tock, tick, tock, how about we look at the clock. Oh look it's time for some real good fun, just let me load the barrel of this small gun. Oh look he's gay some used to say, and all I wanted was someone to play. And now I have YOU, my friend to be, someone that may actually talk to me. Now let us go and make our imaginations go wild, otherwise your body shall then be piled. In the corner I wouldn't let you stray, that's where I keep my bodies all day. Sitting there with the bugs to rot, letting them go all slimy and hot. Now tick, tock, tick, tock how about we look at YOUR clock. Oops you don't have long left here, that's the end of my poem you beautiful dear..."

Gabe stayed silent. He didn't know what to do, he was trapped and his throat felt dry. The guy came up to him and sorted out Gabes hair, then he held up the syringe which contained a bright red substance. He grabbed Gabe's bare arm and injected into him. Gabe screamed in pain but the noise was muffled by the cloth. He shook in fright before stopping. His scream turned into a laugh as his eyes also turned bloodshot. The young man then pulled off the cloth and placed a mask on Gabe's face, a gas then got pushed through it and it just made Gabe laugh even more. He didn't want to laugh but it was uncontrollable.

"Having fun?!" The guy laughed as he stroked Gabes face. "3, 2, 1, and SLEEP!" He shouted whilst lifting his arms into the air. Gabe's head then dropped a bit and his eyes shut, he was knocked out.

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It was now midnight and Gabe was still tied in the seat. He had been gone 3 hours longer than usual and Turner, Debra and Dylan were getting worried. They all sat in the meeting room, leaving Josh and Wayne to play with Dr Vincent in his room as he was good with kids.

"Alright!" Started Turner "I think we should send a search party-"

"I volunteer as tribute!" Debra shouted and raising her hand. "Sorry about the reference... Too much reading the books in the library.." Dylan nodded

"Me too!" He said quietly.

"Alright! Us Three shall go and investigate... Dylan do you know where he went?" Turner asked.

"Yeah, he went down to the prison to check out the bell..." Dylan said whilst standing up. "Shall we go now?"

"I'm up for that!" Debra said whilst also standing up!

"That's settled then!" Turner said whilst pushing his chair back "Let's go!"

About 20 minutes later everyone was ready with their bags and weapons, and set off towards the prison. Unaware of what was to come...

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Gabe's body was still limp and the man stood over him.

"Should I or shouldn't I?" He whispered into Gabe's ear. "Yes I am!..." He giggled. The gas was turned off and after a couple of minutes he woke up. He looked drowsy and his vision was blurred.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" He shouted. His voice hurt as it was as dry as a desert in his throat.

"Now, now, sshhhh!" The man replied whilst putting the cloth back into Gabe's mouth. "I am Eduard! Most amazing psycho England!" He did a small flick of his hand before bowing down. "I know, I'm amazing!" He shouted. He then crouched down to Gabe's height and kissed him on the nose "ooh, that felt good didn't it! You liked my lips touching you small adorable nose! Well it's a shame I have to cut it off!" Eduard then shouted whilst whipping a knife quickly out of his back pocket. "Haha!" He giggled as he slid the knife across the edge of Gabe's nose. "No, no! I can't do it! Your face is too immaculate!" He shouted in a strange accent and pulling the knife away.

He held up his previously loaded pistol now to his own head and sat down on the floor "why am I here? I don't deserve to live in the place! I'm too GODAMN GORGEOUS!" He croaked as he wandered away laughing and turning the light off. "See you tomorrow!" He yelled as he left Gabe drugged up, tired, dizzy, sick, lonely and in the dark...

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