*Your POV
You woke up in a strange room dazed. Dizziness overwhelmed you causing the room to spin. Your eye sight was hazy but you could make out what seemed to be bars, cell bars. Rapidly blinking trying to make your eyes adjust, you noticed there wasn't a door on the cell. One dim lightbulb hung above your head and the rest of the room was pure blackness. You sat in a chair with you arms tied to the arms of the chair and your ankles tied to the legs. You were too weak to struggle out so you just sat there trying to gain energy. The blurriness cleared and you examined the room. A table with one lonesome piece of bread sat on it. It was pretty useless because of the fact that you had no hands available. There was nothing above nor below you that was worth noting. You felt as if someone was watching you which was a pretty good accusation because you were kidnapped after all. Of course, you were being like every idiotic actor in every horror movie and called out, "Hello?" as if someone was suppose to answer. Nobody did. For a second you thought you heard breathing. Deep breaths, inhails and exhails. Paranoia filled you. You kept telling yourself this was all just a dream and you'd wake up in Jason's arms. He is always there for you, so this had to be a dream. All fake, all just your imagination. You actually began to believe yourself. You believed that none of this was real, it was all just some nightmare and nothing more. This was all just an imitation of reality and that soon you would be awake in your house. You believed that nobody could hurt you because it was all just your imagination. You smile at the thought. Suddenly a voice appears, "What? Why are you smiling?"
"Because none of this is real!" you grin.
A tall man, kind of familiar to you, walks into sight. "Oh on the contrary, this is all real."
"No it's not, I'm dreaming! You can't hurt me even if you try!" you snap.
"You want to bet?" he taunts grabbing something from torn up his blue jean pocket. A key? But there is no way in! He slips the key into a whole in the bars unlocking a secret door for the cell. "Hahahahaha...."he evily laughed coming close to you. He grabs out a switch blade (or pocket knife, what ever you want to call it) and flicks it open revealing a silver blade. He looks over at your arm. Your arm was lying across the arm of the chair flipped so that your palm and wrist faced up. He swiped at your arm slicing it just enough so it bleeds. Pain jolted through your body. You mouth hung open surprised to have felt the rush of agony. Slowly the blood drizzled off your wrist onto your pants. It soaked in and spread creating a red blob. "N-no..." was all you could manage to say. Utter terror built up inside you. It was real. All of this was real. "Oh what's wrong pumpkin?" he asks seeing tears swim in your eyes. "What, Pumpkin? Who have I heard call me that before..." you thought. The man just laughed and walked out of the room. Your head hung down low wondering if you were ever going to see anyone ever again. No Jason, no Adam, no family. The man walked in again with a big bag. He unzipped it and smirked, "Oh, this is gunna be fun!" He pulled the first thing out of the bag, a machete. The blade mirrored you, you looked as if you got into a fight. Scratches across your face. Bruised cheeks. A black eye. He examined the long blade sliding his fingers up it, "Nah, this is a little too... hmmm... what's the word? Unexciting." He pulled out a couple other things, a couple nails, a hammer, some scissors, and a screw driver. "Ah ha!" he yells pulling out a drill. He presses the button making the screw driver part at the end spin rapidly.
*Jason's POV*
She hasn't called me since that night. I went to her house but she wasn't home. Was she mad at me or something? Did I do something wrong? "Hey, Adam. Have you talked to y/n lately? " I asked.
"Now that I think about it, the last time we talked was at dinner." Adam frowned.
"Well I'm going to head over to her house now if you want to come." I say.
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We arrived at her house. Skipping up to the door, I rang the door bell. No answer. I rang it again, No answer. I started banging my fist on the door but still no one came. It was strange, she only had one car and it was outside her house. Inside the lights were off and not even the T.V. was on. I spotted her wallet and her phone on the inside table. She had to be there. Then I remember back to the night.
~Flash Back~
Our waiter came over with the check and set it down on the table. "Shit! I forgot my wallet at my house on the table!" she muttered.
"It's fine, I'll pay." I say pulling out my credit card.
~Farther into the night after paying~
She was rummaging through her purse whispering cusswords that was unaudible to me. "What are you looking for?" I ask.
"My phone, I think I left that at the house too. " she sighed.
~End Flash Back~
I know her well enough that she wouldn't have left her phone there all day. She would've been on it straight when she got home. I put all the pieces together. Car is still in the same spot, wallet and phone are still in the same spot, no answer to phone nor door. Something was wrong, "We have to get in." I bite my lip.
"We can't just brake into her house!" Adam yells.
"She doesn't have a security system and even if the police came we could give them a missing person report. " I say determined to get in. Walking around to the back we noticed the door was still broken from when Adam slammed it open. It wasn't even on, it just was propped up so that it wouldn't be in the way. We picked it up and tossed it to the side. Inside we called out, "Hello?" It echoed through the house. Walking in I noticed her phone again. Before I picked up her phone I grabbed her wallet, "All her money is still here. No brake in." I say. I grab her phone turning it on. The screen read, "5 missed calls from Jason." That means she hasn't checked her phone. Her ringer was all the way up so she couldn't have not heard it. There was tiny works underneath it that said, "New text from (602)- 548-9987 " (Idk if that's a real number XD ) I clicked on it bringing me to the message, "If you want to save your friend meet me at [insert some random address]"
"What the-" I say.
"What what's wrong?"Adam asks.
A/N:
Kind of a long chapter today! Anyone have an idea why? Hey you, put your hand down! It's because 290 reads!!! So close to 300! Come on guys you can do it! That's it for now! Peace out Internetians! ~Chaotix
