generation lost (Cricky)

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I'm running. I'm running far far away. Everything's a blur . I try to turn my head but it feels heavy ; I try to stop my legs but I can't. They just keep running. What's behind me ? The only thing in my sight is a small patch of light up ahead, but everything's so low. Making my head hurt.

*Chris' P.O.V*

I awake with a groan. My head hurts and my brain feels fuzzy. I peel my eyes open, only to find I was strapped into a chair. The straps looked like they were once white, they were worn , frayed at places. But that didn't stop them from digging into my sides, making me feel like I was being squished.

The chair was old too. if I could run my finger over it I'm sure I'd get a splinter.

I groan again. my head thumping. I felt weak. Like all my power had been drained from me.

I lift my head up slowly, taking in the room around me. The walls were stone, with something black growing over them. The floor was grey tiles but they were  chipped, broken and smashed.There were puddles at places.

I slip out of consciousness , drained of my power and fatigued.

"Hello Chris" You could hear a smirk in that voice.

I knew who it was. I'd heard that voice before. I slowly open my eyes. Just as I thought. Andy. His black hair cut short and his fangs a dazzling white. I hadn't seen him for a long time.

"What do you want with me" I growled.

A smile played on Andy's lips and his eyes lit up.

"Oh. Ohh don't worry there Chris. I don't want anything from you. You see. This is all about Ricky."

My stomach flips, Ricky ? What have they done with him, I look around; starting to panic.

"Oh don't worry. We haven't got him here. That's why we have you. Actually- we let him get away" He stops and turns to me smiling. "Its more enjoyable to have him wander into our nest looking for his oh so precious Chris."

This sadistic bitch.

"wh-why do you want Ricky?"

"Oh. He didn't tell you ? It was easy enough to figure it out anyway, with his dad 'missing' and all."

he crouches down in front of me, reducing his voice to a whisper. "You see. Ricky was my little bitch . I've always had a thing for the frail and useless." He scoffs. 

I try to lash out, the restraints pulling me back.

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