Piney Pointe [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 7 - Found?

July 14, 2011, 4:00 pm 

George's POV

My eyelids shoot open as I'm startled out of my nap by frantic banging on the door. I open it to find Zack, who looks scared for his life. 

"Zack, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," I say. 

He has bruises all over his body, and his nose is bleeding. 

"Oh my god, what happened?" I ask.

Zack looks down, as if really seeing what he looks like for the first time. 

"Huh. I think I fell down the stairs," He says. 

"You think you fell down the stairs? How do you not remember if you did or not? Unless... Zack, what's my name?" I ask, wondering if he has amnesia. 

"Dude, calm down. Your name's George, and I don't have amnesia. I was just in a haze this afternoon, and I don't remember much. Listen, I need to stay here for a while, to hide from-" Zack cuts himself off mid-sentence, and has a look of paranoia as he looks just past me.

"No! Leave me alone!" He shouts out of the blue. 

I grab his shoulders just as he's about to run off and say, "Zack, look at me. There's no one there." 

He doesn't look at me, instead, he struggles more and more to get out of my grip as he keeps looking over my shoulder at nothing. 

"Zack, there's no one there!" I shout, hoping to get his attention. 

"No! No! Get away from me!" Zack finally breaks free of my grasp and bolts out the door. 

Suddenly, something conks me in the head.

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I wake up with a start, and the first thing I notice is the pain in the back of my head. I try to lift my hand to gingerly touch it, but I'm met with resistance. I look down and realize I'm tied to a pole in an all-white room. It's only when a groan comes from across the room that I notice I'm not alone. I look over and see someone very familiar strapped to a table.

"Oh my god, Zack, are you okay?" I shout.

He looks at me like I'm crazy and shakes his head frantically. I don't know if he's answering my question of telling me to shut up.

Suddenly, the door slams open, and an evil looking man carrying a bloody knife walks in.

"Check it out Zack, I brought a friend," he says, ripping the gag out of my friend's mouth.

"Please, Nick, don't hurt him, he's done nothing," Zack pleads.

"Well, neither did you, but that didn't stop me from torturing you," Nick sneers. "Oh, and I won't hurt your friend... Yet."

Then he walks over to me.

"Hello, George. Remember me?" He asks.

He shifts his appearance into a beaten up Zack and says, "No! No! Get away from me!" I involuntarily let out a gasp, remembering when I thought it was the real Zack saying that, and he smirks as he morphs back into his true form. Nick has a scar across his neck that wasn't there before.

"So now, since you love your friend so much, you get to watch him die," He says, walking back over to Zack and holding his blade to my friend's neck.

"NO! NICK, DON'T KILL HIM!" I shout, unable to contain myself.

Zack looks at me with wide eyes, and I immediately regret speaking.

"Oh, well, since you care so much, how 'bout I torture him some more?" Nick asks, moving his knife to hover above Zack's eye.

I hold back my protests, knowing if I speak Zack will suffer more. Suddenly, Nick plunges the knife into Zack's eye, and screams and evil laughter fill the room. He pulls the knife out, and Zack's left eyeball is on the tip. Where Zack's eye should be is a large, empty cavity, almost like one you would find on a skull.

Nick walks back over to me and places the eye on top of my 'fro.

"Now, George, listen carefully. If Zack's eye falls off, both of your deaths will be worse than you can imagine."