The Never Ending Game

Chapter 7: Torture

  Lachlan went towards the place where Rob placed the swords. He picked up a newly clean sword, and headed towards the door, where Jerome stood.

"I hate you guys." Lachlan muttered, hoping no one heard it.

"Yeah we hate you too." Jerome said amusingly.

  Jerome unlocked the door, and let Lachlan walk out to the hallway. No one stood behind the door, but Lachlan could here creaking floorboards downstairs. 

"Good luck, Lachlan." Jerome said, and closed the door locking it as well.

  Lachlan was left in a bright hallway all alone, injured and with a psychopath. Lachlan took deep breaths ,trying to calm himself before going downstairs. He could still here the footsteps down stairs, and muttering along with it. After a minute he headed down to meet K.C. ,passing the room with Vikk and Preston's bodies in it. The floorboards creaked under his weight, but he continued down the sword slapping his side. He got to the bottom stair to see no one to see him at the bottom. He went to the kitchen and saw no one, then he went to the dining room. There pacing around the table stood K.C. Lachlan stood at the doorpost, watching him pace around until he noticed him. K.C. looked at Lachlan like a child on Christmas. 

"Well looks like you actually came." K.C. stated.

"I had no choice." Lachlan stated.

"Okay, now that you are here. I have a few things to talk about."

"Well I have nothing else to do."

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"Shouldn't Lachlan be back by now? It's been already an hour." Mitch said worriedly.

"He could be coming back any moment." Rob said, pacing around.

"What if K.C. killed him? We should go." Jerome said ,reaching for the door knob.

"No, remember what K.C. said' only him." Mitch quoted.

  As if on cue, they heard a knock on the door. Jerome quickly unlocked the door and let Lachlan in. He  had a cloth around his eyes. He seemed to be exhausted, but he didn't seem to be hurt. Lachlan looked on the brink on collapsing, so Rob and Mitch ran to Lachlan's side to help him to the bed. He didn't have his sword with him, Mitch feared the worst. They laid Lachlan down on the bed, and Rob checked his arm.

"Lachlan, what happened?" Jerome asked coming to his side after looking the door.

"Hey Lachlan tell us, are you hurt?" Rob asked.

  Lachlan couldn't here them, his ears were filled with ringing. He couldn't get the cloth off his face because K.C. tied it tight to him. He experienced hell and he didn't want his friends to experience too. Mitch fumbled with the knot on the cloth, as Rob checked Lachlan's arm. Jerome watched his friends help Lachlan as he stood there useless.

"Guys, I can't hear you!" Lachlan yelled.

  Mitch finally got the knot untied, and he pulled the cloth from Lachlan's face. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking widly around at his friends. He was no longer at that hell,but this is his normal hell. The ringing was in his ears stopped and he could hear his friends.

"Lachlan what happened!?" Mitch yelled grabbing Lachlan's shoulders ,shaking him ferociously.

"Mitch! We need to escape he has a toture planned. He's going to use it on the remaining survivor." Lachlan said crying into Mitch's shoulder.

  Mitch held onto his crying friend, as Jerome and Rob went to his side.

"What do you mean torture?" Rob stammered.

"He has a way to make someone suffer. He's going to use an axe for torture on the last survivor." Lachlan said, as he continued to cry.

  Jerome and Mitch looked at eachother in terror that Lachlan had to go through that. Lachlan already soaked Mitch's sleeve ,but he didn't care his friend was traumatized. After about thirty minutes of sobbing, Lachlan came back to his senses and told his friends what happened. K.C. had a weapon named Betty it was a double sided axe. Lachlan said that K.C. would strap them to a board and chop off each limb one by one. After the terrifying story, everyone was speechless. Rob was most effected by it. He was shivering head to toe, as Mitch and Jerome were only scared.

"Lachlan ,I'm so sorry you had to go through that." Mitch said apologetically.

"I forgive you. Anyway I would have said the same thing." 

  That was the last conversation for the day, so everyone went to sleep. They headed to bed anxiously, still scared of the weaponry. As everyone fell to sleep, Rob stayed awake staring at the ceiling. Thoughts floated through his head, each one about being in the same room with K.C. and the weapon. He didn't want to be the last survivor, he wanted to die by sword and sword only. He was debating in his mind if he should just end it now. He wanted to stay for his friends, but he didn't want to die a terrible death. It was past midnight, and Rob had his mind made up. He got up silently from the bed, the room lot by moonlight. He got some paper and a pen. He wrote a note for the others, tears streaming down his face. He wanted to help his friends ,but he was no help at all. 

"I'm sorry ,but I'm just gonna drag you all down if I'm here." Rob whispered.

  He unlocked the door and locked it on his way out. He was in the dark hallway by himself. He went downstairs, making it obvious he was out. When he could see the living room, he saw K.C. standing there diamond sword in his hands. His eyes glowed in the dark, like a torch with red flames. The sword reflected the light back at Rob. Rob came up to K.C. and K.C. lead him to the kitchen. Rob knew he couldn't turn back, and followed him to the kitchen. Rob hesitated and turned back to the staircase.

"I'm sorry." Rob said under his breath, and stepped in the room.