I Need Him... To Forget About You

Chapter 5: Mental

I stared in shock at the sight in front of me.

Ainsley was on the ground - bleeding, still. But he was still alive. He had my cookie crushed in the palm of his hands.

It was as if the whole world stood still before me. I gazed around at all the blanked faces in the room. The abductors were staged at the far left of the room: near the door. They were staring at Ainsley in horror, their arms outstretched as if they dropped him, but didn't have the strength to pull back. They were both dressed in black. They both looked as if they were in their mid-thirties. One of them - Skym, I guess, had Bistre brown hair with stubs. He actually looked quite cute - for a thirty year old. He owned coffee brown eyes, and had that constant frown on his face that most bad guys had. Therefore, it was hard for me to envisage him with a smile. He had slightly tanned skin which shone in the industrial lighting of the Coles' living room. And he just stood there, eyes lingering in between Ainsley and his master, Mr. Cole.

And that's when I noticed the other abductor. He wasn't that bad looking either. To be honest, everyone I've seen in the Coles' place are actually quite cute. Do they hire studs here or something? He had the same skin tone and structure as the other abductor, though he was probably older which lost him attractiveness points. But overall, he was pretty cute too.

I shook my head in disgust as I finally noticed what I was doing: deciding how fit monstrous people are.

Aren't I ridiculous or what?

What I should really be focusing on is how to get the hell out of here with Ainsley - alive.

Looking at my bestmate from here is so sickening, I literally feel like puking. He was drenched in blood and all I could think of was death. It was swarming all over the place. And it was slowly engulfing my bestfriend. But I won't stand here helpless. I'm going to do something about it. One glance at my bestmate's isolated face gave me the strength to keep going. He was hurt. And this is probably all my fault.

That's when I perceived what was really happening.

The world wasn't in slow motion.

They were just waiting for instructions from their master.

But like before, Mr. Cole showed no fear or troubles in his face. He merely sighed and stretched out his fingers whilst on the sofa.

"Don't like cookies, do you...?" he started, gesturing for Ainsley to finish off his sentence.

"Ainsley." my bestfriend said with gritted teeth. His teeth were chattering and it made me shiver too at the thought of my bestmate being hurt. He just sat there on the floor before me in a crumpled state and I didn't know what to do but watch; watch in painful surrender as he was crowded by two abductors in one second.

And Ainsley did what any normal boy (or girl) would do in that situation: he panicked. 

"Miz! Listen to me! They're not who they say they are!" my bestfriend wailed, helpless on the stone cold floor.

What? Who's not who they say they are?

I watched my friend flailing on the floor grasping at the empty air as the abductors tried to lift him.

"No, no Miz. No! Don't- don't let them take me!" he screamed.

"They're not doing anything to you, Ainsley. Ainsley please calm down." I said, soothingly. It didn't seem to work though.

"No! No." he said hysterically, swatting away the abductors as if making them disappear was as easy as the disappearing act - how wrong was he?

"Hey! You little piece of-" the man stopped his sentence to safe his energy to duck the punch that Ainsley was trying to give him and his partner. Ainsley pummeled Skym again, and when he missed, he went mental.