The Games of Alastor

Chapter Five

Being the smart person I am I grab the pocket knife I keep under my pillow and slowly walk out where I heard the noise. Thankfully my wooden floor doesn't creak or they would've heard me.

I'm guessing they have some gun or a weapon for sure. I've been in plenty of fights of all kinds so this is definitely not my first rodeo.

I'm two feet away from them and I see them trying to stuff a vase in their bag. Ha, that's my mother's ashs, please take her. Trust me, I don't know why their with me and not my sister.

I smiled and without hesitation drover the silver pocket knife in his lower back. I quickly remove it to let them start bleeding out. It wouldn't do much the knife isn't even an inch across. They let out a scream and turn around me face to face.

They were male. He looked about 25 and had brown hair and hazel eyes. He stare at me for a second in shock. "Hi," I smiled at him and plunged the knife under his left rib cage and once more removed the blade.

I stabbed him where it wouldn't go into any of his vital organs to make him die just yet.

He doubled over in pain and I barely had to move my foot and tripped him. Dude must have not have had they best pain tolerance because he started crying. Blood started coming out of his mouth.

He also dropped what he was holding and picked it up. A Kimber Micro .380. The barrel was about 2.75 inches. I chuckled and threw the gun down.

"Come on, man. If your gunna break into a serial killers house at least take off the safety and get a bigger and better gun," I tell him.

He couldn't talk just layed there stunned. "Alright," I sighed and picked him over my shoulder and walked to the closest door.

Opening the door the iron smell of blood hit my a little harder than I expected. Noticing Evan wasn't moving at all I set down the guys and checked Evans pulse. Nope, he was out cold.

I unstrapped the two braces on his arm his just kinda plops over. "Ok, then," I said I as I kicked him in the corner out of way.

Pulling the others guys up I sat him in the same chair and put his wrists on the chains too. With each on his let out a scream and started crying harder.

Oh he'll be fun.

"Alright, buddy. Your turn," I smiled.

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I tried to make this a bit longer chapter but it is 2:30 am and I can see sounds so I hope it's good.

Thanks for reading.

-Austin