The Final Scenes

The Final Scenes Chapter Five

Chapter five

“AARRGGHH! FUCK YOU!”

A young man, who barely looked eighteen was tied to a chair, the killer from downstairs was sat on a chair opposite him.

The killer was pulling out the man's nails.

“LET ME GO YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

The killer slapped the man and this seemed to break his last bit of strength as he broke down ad started sobbing, all the while repeating over and over ' I don't want to die'.

My heart broke for the person in front of me, I felt like I could feel everything he was, the fear, the need to fight battling against the longing to give up, the anger and the memories of loved ones all running through his mind, each battling for dominance.

He chose to fight.

He threw his head back and screamed with fury, catching the killer off guard, using that to his advantage he hobbled forward on his chair and head butted the killer leaving him on the floor groaning in pain. He looked around searching for something that would help him escape, there was nothing and even if there was something he knew he wouldn't be able to use it. So he settled for the next best thing.

Causing the killer as much pain as he could.

The man hobbled back to the killer and with as much force as he could pushed the chair backwards onto the man, the impact leaving the killer breathless and with a broken nose. But his good luck had ran out. The killer pushed the man off of him and brutally slammed his head against the floor again and again and again. His face twisted into a sick satisfied smile, as he heard the cries of the defenceless man in front of him.

The killer released the man's head and stood stock still behind him, breathing heavily, he reached forward and grabbed his head again and said “I'm going to enjoy this.” He pulled out a knife from one of the drawers and bought it to the man's neck.

“So, to the count of five shall we say? I've never been a fan of three.”

Seconds passed and I realised that the killer was waiting for the man to say something, maybe one last desperate plea begging for his life, when he received no answer he started counting.

“1....2....3....”

“You sadistic pussy.”

The man paused and seemed as if he was having second thoughts but instead he just shrugged and slit the man's throat.

“Maybe I do like the number three after all.”