I wake up to a weird buzzing noise. It pierces my ears and I want to scream. I grimace as I try to pull my hands up to my ears, but they stop about a half an inch from something. I manage to look down. Strapped across my hands, feet, neck, and stomach was a weird carpet-like material lined with a metal. Whenever I would struggle, it would dig in deeper into my skin, and my hands and feet would start to go numb.
I make a groaning, death-defying sound. One that would probably belong to Lydia. How did they take us here? How did they capture us with out us knowing? Maybe they used something to knock us out. Maybe they did it at night. What time is it now? Still night? Too many questions.
I take a deep breath.(Or, at least, I try to take a deep breath.) The smell of metal and fried wires didn't leave me in surprise as I looked around at the dark landscape all around. I was in the Dread Doctor's lair. It wasn't a surprise, but the faint dripping of a pipe in the background topped it all off in creepiness.
The air was getting thicker somehow. I couldn't breathe regularly. When I did, a foul smell filled my nose and lungs, and I would cough. I needed to look around more. I managed to turn my head to the right. My mouth became dry once my eyes shifted.
Paige was on a metal bed, strapped, just like me. She was right next to me. As her eyes focused on me, I could see worry in them. She was struggling in her metallic bed as well, and her face was streaked with tears. By the looks of it, she must've waken before me.
"Grace...?" She started to yelp. It came out as a choked whisper. "where are we?" I shake my head and start to speak but then, I hear them.
Their mechanic footsteps, all in creepy unison.
The twisting of a drill or banging on pipes of a hammer.
Yes, three sets of masks would come to haunt us
Before neither of us can do anything else, I use all my might to let out a whisper,
"They're coming."
I turn my head towards Paige, her crinkled forehead and glossy eyes wide. I choke a little louder,
"They're coming for us."
