Locked In (Heart)

thirty three

KENNY'S POV
the only sound that could be heard on occasions as we made our way to the police station were sighs and the sounds of our feet hitting the ground.

the silence of conversation was so loud it was nearly deafening.

i kept trying to somewhat keep my head on my shoulders and not spiral out of control, but it's difficult when a classmate was quite literally murdered in front of you resulting in your team being exiled.

and all under the hands of a sadisitic freak.

but alas, we finally reach our destination of the police station.

"here we are," i say as i start making my way towards the entrance, "let's go get that motherfucker put behind bars."

"wait! what are we going to even say?" tolkien haults.

"...what do you mean? we're just gonna tell them what happened," i say confused.

the rest of the team looks around unconvinced, "and you think they're just gonna believe us?" esther asks.

"why wouldn't they?!" i say getting a little frustrated, like here we finally are at the police station and now they want to start acting scared.

"i don't know but if a bunch of teenagers told me their friend got killed because of some demonic magic shit i don't think i'd believe them," nichole says emotionless looking down at her feet.

"you know what? y'all do whatever you want but im going to give it a shot. i don't care if i get in trouble — our friend died tonight and i want to get her justice in whatever ways that i can," i tell them speaking with my entire chest.

i don't even wait for a response, i turn around and walk straight in.

KYLE'S POV
the last words that were said before we split up were spoken by pip that told everyone, "do your best to avoid damien at all costs."

that sentence is very alarming considering we're locked in here with him with absolutely no way out.

when questioned by craig about it, pip just shrugged it off telling everyone to trust his judgement.

so here we are — walking on eggshells in an attempt to look for clyde.

not only that, but my heart feels extra heavy with that fight that stan and wendy had, like woah.

wendy feeling like he never loved her? i was truly in shock...i've always been envious of the fact that it seemed as if stan was truly in love with her.

but according to her and him...he never did.

what is love then? do i love stan? i'm pretty sure i do....

he's been making subtle glances at me here and there and i hate how it makes my heart flip each time. even though im mad at him still, my heart does wonders around him.

and even though im still mad at him, i would still do anything and everything for him.

i guess that is love.

it's just too bad he'll never feel the same way, i have to start telling myself that in order to protect my heart from the way wendy's probably feels right now.

i need to start moving on.

"your mind is racing," kevin whispers to me and i jump at his sudden presence.

"just a little," i laugh awkwardly rubbing the back of my head, "just too much going on."

"i know god," he sighs, "now we're having to look for clyde while avoiding damien at the same time like a game of hide and seek?"

"that's exactly what it feels like," i laugh, "like we're back in 4th grade on the playground playing hide and seek."

kevin laughs some more, "we weren't close this time but remember when we were both hiding near the monkey bars and no one found us for two whole rounds?!"

i gasp having a core memory unlocked and laugh, "woah i remember that!! i thought you were really annoying back then....."

"i remember that," stan butts into the conversation, "you gave yourself away that 2nd round, stoley."

"guilty," kevin says raising both his hands in defense, "you were always extremely good at finding people stan."

"yeah," he admits, boasting a little.

"and have you found yourself?" kevin asks him making both stan and i jump.

"what?" stan asks.

and before kevin could repeat himself we heard an eerie voice over the intercom, "all this talk about hide and seek is making me jealous....."

everyone just stops in their tracks and my heart immediately starts racing hearing damien's unnerving voice everywhere.

"so in order for me to feel not jealous or major FOMO — i want to play right now." he says excitedly, clapping like a seal.

"what the fuck?" craig says.

hide and seek? right now?

he has to be using this in order to distract us from finding clyde.

"if i find any of you — you lose! you'll be entering the rat trap and will stay until dawn arrives," he says calmly, "that is, if you choose to wait for dawn."

suddenly, heidi just falls to the ground and starts screaming bloody murder. millie rushes to attempt to calm her down.

"the countdown starts....now! you have three minutes to find a hiding spot! choose wisely! bye!"

my mind is now hazy, never in my life would i ever think of putting myself in a situation where i'm playing a life and death game of hide and go seek.

"heidi you HAVE to shut up," craig says, "he will find you if you keep crying."

"I CANT DO THIS I..I JUST CANT," she sobs uncontrollably.

"we need to split up," stan says, "we don't have time to think of a plan as time is quite literally going right now. just run and find somewhere to hide."

i just can't move, i feel like heidi right now. i can't do this.

just as i feel myself starting to accept the fact that death might just come sooner than i realize i feel a hand grab mine, i don't even have to look to realize it's stan's.

he grabs me and we run wherever our feet take us to escape damien's probable gaze.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Wow...hi!

It's been a while, I'm sooooo sorry for the delay.

Last time I was writing — I was about to graduate from college and now I can say I am a college graduate AND I've been working full time.

So updates will not be frequent and I'm sorry, but I will try my best.

Stay well,
Brooke