Daime

Bound

Leo

Well, whoever that mysterious person was that made our intruders run, he had no intentions whatsoever to release us from our current state. Long after dawn had settled in and a new day had begun, we were still bound to the radiator pipes. I couldn't see Daime, but I knew she was either sleeping or unconscious, her chin on her chest, still gagged. We'd tried so hard to get loose, but we had failed miserably. Somewhere at dawn she'd stopped making sound, and I supposed she was probably unconscious from exhaustion and pain. They'd beaten her up pretty bad because she refused to give in whilst she still had that kitchen knife. For all the good that it did.
So after dawn, I had had only one thing to do; pounder on the events. I'd thought it over again and again, and realised there was nothing we could have done to prevent this except for running away, which probably would have failed, too.
Okay, so we would have ended up in this situation anyhow. That still did not explain why the intruders had run. I had no clue about what had happened at all, except for that one, mysterious sentence: "he's here."
What was that supposed to mean? Because if someone really was there, making them run; couldn't he have at least bothered to untie us? Untie me alone, and I would get Daime.
But I'd seen nothing. Daime told me, before she went out, that she'd seen the wind blowing round the house, as if it was only focused on this house. She'd seen one of the wooden flowers that were fixed to the front door flying around our house in circles right before everything went down, but that explained nothing. Okay so we were trapped in a tornado, for a few moments. Why would that make them run?
Not that I wasn't glad that they left. Of course I was, after all, they were beating us up. Yet I wished that we could find a way to get ourselves loose; it could be days before anyone found us here.

If anyone found us at all...

I woke up with one of the worst headaches I'd ever experienced. I felt like I'd drunk more than one bottle of vodka, then went to bang my head on a wall. I groaned, and only then realized that I wasn't lying in bed, like you're supposed to be when you're this hungover. No, my hands were bound behind my back, hurting like hell, and my feet were bound together too.

"Daime?"

A voice behind me sounded, and suddenly the entire night came back to me. The nightly trip downstairs, the beatings, the mysterious wind and the conversation with Leo before I had apparently passed out.
"Daime?"

"Yeah, I'm awake." I whispered back.

"Are you okay?"

"I feel like I drank way too much and then banged my head on a wall. I'll be fine."

Leo chuckled shortly and I could feel his body laughing at my back. "Well, I'm glad you're awake. We need to figure a way out of this mess."

I couldn't help but agree to that, obviously. And once we were out of here, I could use some explaining. Because unlike Leo, I didn't believe that wind was a small tornado or anything. I'd seen it, and it didn't feel natural at all. But I knew Leo hadn't seen a thing at all, so I said nothing about it.

"Do you have a plan?"

"Maybe, if we try together, we can pull free from the pipes. We were not strong enough to do it earlier, but I think we can now, if we try hard."

I didn't feel stronger than a few hours before at all, but it was no use either to just sit here. So I nodded, knowing that Leo would feel my head moving.

"Okay, on three, we pull as hard as we can to the right. Err, to the left for you. We'll see how far we get. Ready?"

"Let's do this", I answered, my voice stronger than I felt.

"On three, one, two, three!" we said together, and as the word left my mouth I pulled to the left as hard as I could. The pipes and the wall made some protesting noises but didn't move an inch.

"Cmon, let's try again. It's an old house, I'm positive we can make this work" Leo encouraged me.

Again, we counted to three together and with all my force I threw my body to the left. Pain shot through my wrists and my back and I could feel that I wasn't exactly helping the bruises that were forming. But it didn't matter because the pipes made a very promising sound. Leo kept pulling but I let myself slump to the ground, catching breath.

"Just give me a minute".

Leo nodded, saying nothing and letting me catch my breath. After a few moments, I straightened myself, told myself I could do this.

"Okay, let's try again."

"This will be the last try," Leo said, before counting down. On three, I threw myself to the left, pushing away with my legs. Pain shot through me once more, and again when the pipes came loose with a lot of noise. They crashed into us, and water immediately flowed over us, but I couldn't care less. We were free. I was lying on the ground, still bound to the pipes but we now could easily get free. I was soaked and bruised all over, but at least we wouldn't be stuck here for days.

"Here, cmon" Leo said, standing over me and pulling the pipe through the binds on my hands.

I stood up, shaking the ropes from my wrists and letting the blood flow again. I stood still, a large pool of water at my feet, and looked at Leo, and we both smiled. Because whatever had happened, and whatever was still coming, we could face it.

A/N

Well, after a very long time, I'm back. Like usual, the update is very short, I'm sorry. There's a bit of Leo's POV in the beginning, because I felt it belonged there, although I have double feelings about it. Please let me know what you think :) I'll update more regularly now that I have a computer again.