Precision

chapter 6: Cassidy pov

Have you ever had a headache so bad it felt as if someone had taken a hammer and continued to beat a blunt knife into ur skull? Yeah well my head hurt worse than that as I woke up. Reaching up to rub my face with my palm I felt cold metal run across my arm. "What the hell?" I said out loud pulling my arm up as far as it would reach with the chain, which was only an inch above my head, just then it came rushing back to me. That man we asked about my brother had knocked me out. "Hey! Hey! Let me out!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, struggling against the chains. "It's useless." That voice, why is it so familiar. "He won't hear you." wait a minute, it can't be. "John? Is that you?" he moved forward into the light and smiled lightly. I couldn't help the tears rolling down my face. I had found him, but not the way I had wanted. "Wh-what does he want with us?" asked as he slid back against the wall, "I don't know he hasn't said." he sounded tired and hurt, the mixture causing more tears down my face. I didn't speak for fear my voice would crack.

Speaking of the devil, the man came barreling down the stairs. He stopped just short of where my chains would reach. "You sick bastard, what do you want with us!" if I weren't chained down I'd be strangling this man, "I don't want anything. Some people just have a different way of showing their insanity."

"Your the only insane one in this room." I spat at him for trying to compare anyone in this world to him. He is mental if he thinks anyone is as crazy as him. "You know what? You might just be right on that." he gave an evil grin before drawing a gun from his side. Instantly my body became weak and scared, he laughed before pointing the barrel at John.

I screamed realizing what he intended to do. He chuckled before pointing the gun at himself rolling his thumb over the hammer to the revolver and pulling the trigger. There was a soft metallic click of the hammer hitting but no other indications that there was a bullet in it, he did this five more times, his grin getting wider and wider with each click.

He pulled the gun away from his temple and grabbed one bullet from his front pocket and put it in the chamber, he then spun it. "A little game of russian roulette." he stated pointing the gun at himself.

The hammer clicked as he threw his eyebrows up, "lucky me." he then pointed it at someone else in the room I hadn't even noticed until now. She had tears pouring down her cheeks as the gun was aimed at her head. Without saying anything he pulled the trigger.

There was more silence. Next was my turn, I watched as the trigger was pulled, but no bullet. I was becoming scared he had meant for John to die. I closed my eyes as the metal click sounded.

I blew out the breath I was holding. The grin on his face lowered as he looked at the gun. "Again." he spun the chamber, pointing at himself again. The click sounded , increasing the tension in the air. He pointed it back at the girl, rolling his thumb over the hammer smoothly. He stared directly at me with an evil sneer on his smug face.

The shot rang through my ears, I screamed at the dreadful sight. The girl had a gaping gaping hole below her left eye. The muscles were shown through the bone as blood seeped out of the wound. There was no way she could survive that. "Well I guess you can have her dinner." he stated bluntly leaving the room. "What the hell? How does he expect me to eat after watching that?" I asked pushing the plate to the side. John was devouring his hamburger like he hadn't eaten in two days. Seeing him like this broke my heart but also made me realize I should probably try and eat just in case he doesn't feed us everyday.

Every bite felt like a rock in my throat. My body was rejected what I surly needed. Not much after finishing off the plate did the mystery man come back down to collect the dishes and the body of the girl. "Wait, what are you going to do to her?" curiosity lased my question as I gazed at how effortlessly he had slung the girls corpse over his shoulder.

"I'm not sure, I have to find a different place to put them now. My old spot was finally discovered today." shrugging his shoulders he left.

What did he mean his old spot was found?
How many people has he killed?
Are we next to die?
Will he make me watch as he kills John?
To many questions swarmed my mind as I felt my eyelids begin to feel like metal shutters closing on there own. As much as I didn't want fall asleep at all my body was slowly winning the battle, and before I new it I had fallen asleep.

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I woke up sometime later to the sound of the door opening. He had someone else with him this tim. He was dragging some guy through the room past me and hung him from a set of different chains.

He took a bucket of water and splashed it over the man. "Hey wake up, wake up you piece of shit." he spat slapping the man till he opened his eyes. The moment he realized he wasn't somewhere he new he began to freak out, trying to get away from the chains holding him down.

I didn't have to look to know that my new host was torturing the poor sole. He managed to make it about fifteen minutes before subcomming to his injuries. Silent tears streaked my cheeks, wether it was for the victim, the girl I didn't even know, or the horrid thought that I may be next.