Call for Help

Chapter 4

I hid behind the counter as CJ and Todd entered the kitchen, holding firearms. All I had was a knife. "Come out. Come out. Wherever you are, you little bitch." CJ didn't seem happy especially since he called me a "Little Bitch." I wanted to move but I couldn't. I was afraid to be shot. My first priority was to find an exit and get the hell out of here. "Todd. Go check his bunker. Make sure none of the others got out as well. I will find this little punk." There are more?!, I suddenly realized who these men were. These two men have been kidnapping kids since 2013. There had to be at least 100 kids here! Not more than that though since they killed and ate the ones that got too old. That is why they feed us meals that aren't shit. Todd runs through and out of the kitchen without noticing me. CJ cocks the hammer to his six-shooter and whispers,"Now where the fuck are you?" He starts to walk towards the counter with extreme caution. I was so screwed. "Chris? Are you there?" I waited for him to walk over the counter. I was holding my breath the whole time and I exhaled. Turns out if you are in a silent kitchen and you exhale, it is very loud. "You little motherfucker." He sprints over to the counter, giving me no time to move. He points the Revolver at me. "Hey Chris. What are you doing in here? Why are you hiding little buddy?" He had one hand on the revolver and the other rubbing his forehead due to his slight hangover. CJ walks towards me and picks me up by my shirt. I swipe with my knife at his wrist. He screams in agony dropping to the floor and dropping the revolver. I pick it up, realizing how heavy it actually was. CJ starts to cry. Now that he had to gun pointed at him, he was the biggest pussy on Earth. "Please. Don't do this. We are best buds right. I fed you everyday. I helped you replenish your energy with that water. You haven't even been here that long. Do you already want to leave? Come on man. It's me CJ." He kept babbling on, stalling for time. "Shut the fuck up CJ. You sure as hell know you did nothing for me. I have wanted to leave this place since Day 1. I have no idea where the fuck I am, why the fuck I am here and when you decided on letting me go?" I took a quick glance at the window above the sink. The sun was coming up but it would still be at least 3 hours before it was completely up. "Chris. Listen, I am the one that decided to keep you alive the whole time. Todd wanted to eat you right away. I told him no though. Please just list-" He quickly lunged towards me. He grabbed a hold of my foot, bringing me down. He got on top of me and started to beat in my face over and over with his fists. I was starting to lose consciousness but I stayed awake this time. He picked up the knife off the ground as I reached for the gun. He brought it up above his head and said,"Any last words?" I grabbed the gun and said," SUCK A DICK!" I put the gun against his head and pulled the trigger. The gun kicked like a son of a bitch. His head practically exploded. I pushed the sack of shit off of me and stood up. I had 5 bullets left so I need to make them count. I heard Todd approaching. If he is as stupid as CJ, this will be easy. "CJ! Did you get him?" He exclaimed while running into the kitchen. He saw CJ's dead body laying on the ground and next to it was me, pointing a gun directly at his head. I shot but the gun kicked and the bullet hit him in the gut, making him fall to the ground. I walked over to him, screaming in pain. I pick up his shotgun. "Please. I don't even know what your name is but don't kill me." I began to laugh. "Oh Todd. Why the hell would I kill you if we have so much time to play around?" I may have became as crazy and sick as them, I thought to myself. I hit Todd in the face with the end of the shotgun. He fell unconscious. I dragged his body into the living room. I set him on a chair. I went into the room they were in and found his tools to torture with. I laughed maniacally. I am so fucked up, I told myself.