The Hacker ( Malum )

Chapter 7 - Edited

Calum's POV

It was a new day. Michael and I made up with a flourish of kisses and peaceful cuddles. Michael wanted to say home with me, but I insisted that he go to work and figure this hacker situation out. With him gone the house was quiet, I was beginning to feel suffocated, maybe I'll be able to leave the house soon. I could really use some fresh air, what harm could it do to step outside for a bit?

The air was fresh and it was sunny with a hint of wind. But I smelt something weird, something chemical. I was staring to feel faint when a cloth was pressed over my nose and mouth. I struggled and tried screaming, but I felt myself getting weaker and weaker until I fell into the black water.

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"Wakey, wakey." I felt a few slaps to my face as I groggily gained consciousness.

I blinked a few times and tried to talk but realized that there was a rag in my mouth. I looked towards the voice and my eyes widened with shock when I saw who it was.

James Curbell

I had the files narrowed down to two, James and another guy--I was close to figuring out who it was--but now I knew, he was the manager for the HPD. He had some mental history that I uncovered, but apparently I didn't realize the severity of the situation.

He smirked and just stared; I began to squirm.

He laughed,

"Do you know why you're here?" He asked

I decided that I shouldn't do, or say anything; if I do anything he doesn't like he could flip. I just stared at the ground.

He smacked me as hard as he could, I whimpered and let out a muffled sob.
I could die, he could kill me. I felt the tears run down my cheeks as he laughed at me.

"You're so pathetic, crying like a little baby." He spat

I just looked at him with as much hate as I could muster.

"I'm gonna make your life a living hell."
He took I rag out of my mouth and smirked again.

"I wanna here you scream."

He went to the table a few feet away and took the cloth off of it. On it was an assortment of knives and blades. I couldn't do anything, I could only cry.
I wanted to scream for help, but I had a suspicion that if I did I would get hit again.

James was scary, with his dirty blonde hair and green steel eyes. His round glasses, and tall and skinny frame. Even though I had more muscle than him, he was psycho. He picked up a small short knife that was serrated. He walk slowly over to me, taunting me with each step. He drug the knife roughly against my jaw and I felt the blood drip down my chin and slide down my neck. I let out another sob, I was gonna die.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" I cried

"I'm doing this because you took Michael from me," he said "first he fired me then you took him from me."

"With your so called computer skills, punk aura, and whatever else he sees in you; I'm gonna make you pay."

He smirked through his anger, "and it's gonna hurt."

That's when I started screaming.

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There you go ducklings I'm actually proud of this chapter and I hope you like it. Vote and comment please and thank you.

-M