Never Judge By The Cover

Chapter 4: The Twisted Kidnapping

**WARNING! (I know there's a lot of warnings but bare with me please) OKAY SO THIS CHAPTER IS PRETTY GORY SO IF YOU GET GROSSED OUT EASILY DONT READ. ALSO THE PICTURE IS NOT BROOKLYN, BUT IT JUST MIGHT REPRESENT HER IN THIS CHAPTER. ANYWAY, ENJOY!**

**Brooklyn's POV**

I woke up with a huge migraine. I sighed and lazily got up, fixing my bed head. I took some Ibuprofen and grabbed some clothes for a shower. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower; keeping the cold water off. I always loved it when the water burns my back, it always seemed to relax me. But this time it just put me on edge. I flinched at every little sound, and I knew someone was watching me. I try my hardest to shrug it off. To help, I play "Cut The Cord" by Shinedown. I start to calm down as I sing along to it, making sure to shave.

A few hours later I get a knock on the door. Immediately feeling a wave of danger, I grab the nearest thing to me to use as a weapon (the item being a frying pan) and I walked towards the door. I look through the peep hole to see a women looking about my age. She had short brown hair with blond tips. She had a small nose and full lips, with emerald eyes to complete her face. I open the door, holding the frying pan behind me. "Can I help you?" I ask. "Yes, I was just wondering if you could help me with something. I'm lost and I need directions into town." She explained. I step out of my home and walk her into town.

Half way back to my house, I start to notice this strange fog. Soon after I start to get dizzy. I go to sit down on a log when everything just goes black. The last sight I see is a woman with long jet-black hair, with deep black eyes and lips, looking a few years older than me (I was judging by her tallness).

**Jeff's POV**

"SLENDER OPEN UP!" I yell and bang on his door. He swings open the door, causing me to fall on my face. 'Fucking dick' I thought. I shoot back to my feet and glare at him. "She found her" I tell him. He gives off a wave of concern and fury. "Then whY DID YOU NOT STOP HER JEFFERY!?" He hollers at me. I frown and scoff. "BECAUSE I DIDNT KNOW SHE FUCKING FOUND HER UNTIL I SAW IT CARVED IN A GUY'S ABDOMEN YOU ASSHAT!!! SHE WAS THERE WHEN WE WERE!!!" I screech. He slams me into the floor and shoots me into the air with his tendril; making us eye- er... Face level. "Find her... And bring her here... Alive." He says rather cold, throwing me down the two flights of stairs. I land on Ben, making him yell in pain. "Thanks for breaking my fall weed-boy." I say as I yank him up and dash out the front door, feeling Ben give me a death glare.

I get to her house around 11:30pm. I decide to sneak into one of her windows and start searching from there. I see her beast of a dog in the living room sleeping, so I won't be going in there for awhile. Sneaking up the stairs, I check every single room; Empty. "Shit" I curse to myself. I go back downstairs and search more. I know this girl's small but god damn. I looked for a good hour when I came to a frightening conclusion.

She really DID get her.

My body boils with rage. I grab one of her shirts and I jump out of her window before I smash anything, waking that monstrous dog. I run back home leaving deep boot prints into the ground.

When I get to the mansion, I fling open the door. Everyone stops and looks at me. "SMILE!!!!" I roar with fury. Everyone slightly jumps and Smile comes running in, stopping at my feet. I shove the shirt to his nose, everyone's eyes glued to us. "Hey hey HEY!! Watch it bub!" He snarls and I pull out my knife and hold it to his neck. "Look mutt, I don't have any damn time for you fucking shit. Now SNIFF HER OUT!!" I demand. He whimpers as he takes in Brooklyn's scent. "Now. Lead me to her." I snap and he scurries out the door and I follow him.

Smile and I were running in the woods for hours. Deeper and deeper we got, the forest grew thicker and thicker. Eventually we came upon a house that looked even creepier than Brooklyn's. "Keep low and keep your mouth shut." I say as I move in towards the house. I peek into one of the windows, and not to my surprise, I see Brooklyn. Her hands and feet are chained up to the wall, where she has a gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. I'm about to break in when I see a door fling open. And there, in the doorframe, stood none other than Jane, with Brooklyn's mangled dog in her arms.