The Human Centipede

Chpt. 6

He fished in his pocket for the house keys. I look around as he does, I look towards Alex's house and I see him in the front window. He looks at me as if I'm the devil, or I have did the act of deadly sin.

He finally opens the door and allows me in, I follow after him and close the door behind me. He puts his keys in the bowl on a small table by the door, he makes his way into the center of the living room.

"You can sit down." He points to the couch "while I get the gasoline from downstairs. Just don't wander about." He looks at me but then dashed towards the hallway and opens the basement door and disappears. I look around and take a gander to all of the art work hanging on his walls, they look very expensive. I don't sit down as he gestured, I walk up to a painting that intrigued me. The painting that I am looking at is someone walking down a small dark tunnel. It's in black and white which makes it look even better.

I hear a door close that breaks the silence and my train of thought. I spin around and see Pete standing there with his hair all sticking out in a few directions. He looks at me and he starts to laugh.

"Ah, well it turns out that I don't have gasoline. You could just wait out the storm and I can drive you to someplace after, okay?" He moves swiftly to the kitchen. "Coffee? Tea? Water?"

Me being uneasy at the moment, I want to decline but I don't want to be rude.
"Uh, I'll just take a glass of water please." He nods and starts to fix me up a glass.

"You can take a seat you know, right?" He looks over his left shoulder. I glance down in front of me as I am behind the couch. I mumble a thank you and move to the couch. I sit on the right side of the couch which has two seating places, Pete pours himself some coffee and brings over our drinks. He places my drink in front of me on a coaster. He sits himself to me and sips on his cup of coffee.

"Do you want to listen to the news or?" He offers me.

"Yes please, if you don't mind."

"Not at all." He grabs the remote and turns the tv and flips through the channels until he lands on the news.

"....tonight's weather will consist of a thunderstorm and strong winds. temperatures dropping to a chilling 38°F. We advise that you stay inside and don't venture out until the storm has passed. Winds reaching 55mph..."

They drift off into the sport topic which I don't care for. I have to stay the night here, that's a horrible nightmare coming true! This is gonna be a long night, I can feel it.

"Well as you heard. It's not safe to drive at the moment. The weather is already starting to pick up, I don't have a spare bedroom so you are gonna have to sleep on the couch. If you don't mind."

"No it's fine, I appreciate the kind gesture." I give a small smile, I reach for my glass and out of the corner of my eye I see Pete start to smile. Brushing off what I saw I continue to drink my drink. I take a large gulp and put my cup back down.

"I never caught your name, what is it?" He asks me. I turn my head in his direction.

"Deanna, what is your name?" I ask even though I know more about him than he thinks.

"My name is Pete. How old are you?" I'm starting to get super uncomfortable, I don't know this guy personally.

"Uh I'm 25." I look at the TV as they show a replay of a tackle from last nights football game.

"Perfect." I hear him mumble under his breath probably thinking that I can't hear him. Fear starting to really sink in, I shift in my seat.

"Can I use your bathroom?"

"Uh." He seems to be surprised by my question. "Yeah, it's just down that hall. Second door on your left." I nod and pick up my bag and make my way to the bathroom.

I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me. The bathroom was a simple bathroom with walls painted with a white that looked like snow. A square mirror above the sink that shows a girl with fear imprinted in her eyes, her skin looking more pale than it was before.

I place my bag up on the sink and look for my phone. I find my phone and see that I still have to signal, letting out a sigh in frustration a lean up against the wall and slide down it.

I sit there for about 2 minutes, I finally get up and actually use the toilet. After doing my business I wash my hands, dry my hands, and get my bag. I walk out and head back to the couch. Pete sitting there watching my every move. I sit back in the precious seat.

"I refilled your cup." He says to me

"Thank you." I actually am thirsty, I grab the cup and take a sip. The water taste a bit off but I ignore it. I put the cup down and look at the TV.

After about 5 minutes of no talking between us I start to feel dizzy, my stomach is starting uneasy. I brush it off and continue to watch the news.

My eyes starting to lose focus, white surrounding the rim. I shift in my position and close my eyes for a minute.

I open my eyes to seeing everything distorted, the white color increasing around the rim. I open my mouth to speak but I can't spill anything. I lean forward and hold myself up with one arm on the coffee table. I look over to Pete who has his eyes glued to the TV. The voice from the TV start to fade in and out. My arm becomes weak and fall, I fall the side and curl up into a fetal position.

"This should be a lesson Deanna. Never leave your drink unattended, it could get tampered when you leave it alone." I look up the Pete and see him to warding over me, he has a beating stick in his right hand. He raises his right hand and the rod collides with the left side of my head.