It's the End of the World

Chapter 17

Catherine kidnapped me and took me into her basement, which was actually a Vesper stronghold. It was big too. It wasn't just under her house, it spanned under the whole street. It was creepy because I used to live on her road. I would've asked her how long it was there if I wasn't so scared. I was strapped to the wall.

"Okay Jeff, tell me what you know!"

"Okay." I paused. "I'm done."

"You know more than that! Tell me!"

"Okay. Number one, my name is Jeff. Number 7, I don't know how to count. Number 5, soap does not taste good. It might say it's vanilla flavor and vanilla tastes good when it comes to ice cream, but when it comes to soap, it does not taste good."

"I meant tell me what you know about the Vespers!"

"Oh. Okay. Well, first of all, There was a Vesper who made scary masks. Secondly, the guy who killed Abraham Lincoln was a Vesper. He jumped down onto the stage and said, "Forever a tire!"

"Tyrant," Catherine corrected.

"Don't call me that."

"What else do you know!"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because if you don't, let's just say my trigger finger is feeling really excited."

"Well, killing me might not be the best idea because I'm not the only who knows about the Vespers."

"What do you mean? Who else knows?"

I told her about how I told Sam about the Vespers. Catherine sent her friends to capture him. That left me with Catherine to die.

It seemed like forever, but finally they were back. Now, let me explain my logic. If I could get them to go get Sam, it would buy me more time to think of an escape plan. Sam would also be some help against Catherine.

"It's dark in here," Sam said when they brought him in. He was wearing a blindfold.

They took the blindfold off. "Oh, that's better. Wait, I had that blindfold on me the whole time?"

As the girls were untying him, he tripped and tried using the girls as balance.

"Ew, don't touch me!" they yelled. The popular girls are prejudice to the non-popular kids.

This gave Sam enough time to get the ropes off.

"Sam, do something!" I yelled.

"Like what?" he asked. He saw Catherine running towards him, so he jumped up and kicked her in the stomach.

"I didn't know you could do that!" I yelled.

"I didn't either," he said.

"Sam, untie me, quick!"

He untied me while they were still on the ground, and we ran. We took a lot of turns, and we got to a locked door.

"Jack might still be alive! He's probably in here! We've just got to figure out the code!"

That was a big mistake. While we were trying to open the door, Catherine and her gang caught up with us. Then they knocked us out.

When we woke up, we were tied to two chairs.

"Okay," Catherine said, "I should probably shoot you right now." She looked like she really wanted to. "But I'm a woman of forgiveness. So I'll give you one more chance. Tell me what you know about the Vespers."

"Okay." Sam paused for a second. "I'm done."

"TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THE VESPERS!"

"I just thought of something. You hate us, right?"

"Oh, you bet."

"Well, you have us here right now. Killing us is so underrated. Why don't you make this once in a lifetime event count and torture us instead?"

"That's a good idea! I think I will do that."

"Oh," Sam said happily.

"And then I'll kill you."

"Oh," Sam said not as happily.

"So, what should I do first?"

"This is bad," Sam said to me, "If she finds out that I've always been scared to know what her house looks like, then she'll probably use that to torture us."

"I heard that," she said.

She put the chairs on a dolly. Upside down. It really hurt when we went up the stairs.

"Where should I take you first?" she asked herself.

"Can we see your dogs. That's the least you can do, is let us play with your cute dogs before we die."

"Oh, they might seem cute from far away, but if you're a stranger and you go up to them, they're far from cute. I think that's what I'll do, is let my dogs tear you to shreds."

She took us into her dog pen. "Sic em," she told the dogs.

The dogs ran up to us, so I started petting them and playing with them. I don't think that's what Catherine wanted because she got really mad.

"Sic em!" she yelled again. They ran up to her and knocked her down, which gave us enough time to run and climb over the fence.

"Not me, them!" I heard Catherine yell.

We started running down my old road. I had gotten to know this road pretty well last summer when I was practicing for track. We ran, but we didn't get far before we heard a four-wheeler start up.

"Uh oh," I said because I wasn't a big fan of getting ran over with a four-wheeler.

We ran faster than ever. By the time we got to the last part of the road, Catherine wasn't far behind us. I honestly thought this was the end. That's when I saw Justin's Chevy pickup.

Catherine was about 30 feet behind us, and Justin was 50 feet ahead of us. We ran as fast as we could, and I felt like my legs were on fire. Both vehicles started driving faster. The truck was a little faster than the four-wheeler, but that still didn't make me feel exactly safe.The truck was 30 feet ahead of us, but the four-wheeler was 25. 20 to 20. 10 to 10. We had almost, reached the truck, but the four-wheeler was right behind us. I gave my legs one last bit of energy and ran to the truck, and opened the door. Which was locked.

"UNLOCK THE DOOR!" I yelled.

My life flashed before my eyes. Then I felt an arm grab me and Sam and pull us into the truck.

We still weren't exactly safe. Justin's truck made a quick U-turn. The four-wheeler and truck were practically bumper to bumper.

"It's okay, as long as she can't go any faster, which she can't, we're safe," Justin told us.

"Yes she can," I said.

"What?"

"She's taunting us. After a while, she's going to switch gears and go faster. When she does that, we're dead."

Catherine gave us the "You're dead" signal.

"Look all we have to do is make it to the end of the road. Catherine won't be able to turn as fast, and we'll get away."

We were doing good for a little while, but then I realized we'd never make it.

"We're not going to make it! She's switching gears. Quick! Turn right!"

"What?! There's no road there!"

"Turn right!"

"We can't!"

"NOW!" I took the steering wheel and turned it. We caught some air as we hit the ditch, but we landed in the parking lot of some warehouses.

We all did a quick pat-down of all our body parts.

"We made it," Sam said, right as he passed out.