Locked Away

Chapter 17

Dar's POV
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Finally. Finally, someone gets it. Finally my words don't sound like rambling from a madman. I wanted to cheer, to celebrate right there in the main room, but my lack of a voice made that difficult. Plus, I knew I couldn't celebrate just yet: the remaining people have to get the key and unlock the exit, all while the cat was after their blood. Cory did good back there. I'm proud of him; he survived being in the face of death twice now, and has come back stronger than ever.

I was wandering the halls by the dorms when I heard a thud. I ran to the source, phasing through the door in the process. It was Delirious, lying on the ground. I panicked, thinking at first that he died from blood loss or something, but when I checked his pulse, it told otherwise. I let out a voiceless sigh. I really didn't want anyone to die when they were so close to victory, especially in such an anticlimactic way as bleeding to death. I left the room, since there was no longer a reason for me to be in there. I knew Delirious was still alive, but the collapsing still made me a little uneasy. But, there was more to come, much darker things...

Once I was in the main room, I heard and slamming of a door, followed by footsteps approaching the room I..was...it... Aw, shoot! I thought, quickly hiding and praying that it wasn't the cat. The door jiggled, then opened to reveal..the cat? I wasn't sure, because for some reason, this cat stood on two legs perfectly, had a chainsaw strapped to its back, and was dragging two...corpses. I couldn't tell at first whose those were, but then it dawned on me.

It was the bodies of Keemstar and Leafy.

Leafy's body was a mess, since the cat had consumed a lot of him. Keem, on the other hand, looked normal, except his head was flopping around limply, the same way it would flop if it was...broken. It set the bodies against the wall, took out its chainsaw, and revved it on. The dangerous machinery roared as it took the saw and whipped it through the bodies' necks. The heads tumbled to the floor with a thump. It laughed, half insane as it turned the chainsaw off and dipped its claw into the stubs that were necks, and wrote something on the wall. I shivered as I read what it wrote.

"Final round, no holding back. Ready?"

I must've bumped something while I was reading, because the chainsaw cat looked in my direction and walked towards me. By instinct, I tried to back away from the clear danger that was the insane cat, but I hit a table leg in the process, and confirmed to it that I was there. It suddenly reached it bloody claw for me and grabbed me by the scarf and shirt collar.

"Gotcha, b*tch!" It said, dragging me from under the table and hoisting me into the air. I gagged, surprised by his strength, and struggled to get free. It looked at me, eyes filled with curiosity.

"I've never seen your type before..." The weird cat said, "That is, a type that can get so corporate that you can touch it and not have your hand pass right through it. You are a curious type indeed. It makes me wonder: can your type feel pain?" It swung its other clawed hand at me. It hit my side, And I wanted to scream, but I remembered at the wrong time that my voice was gone. It cocked its head, then snapped its bloody claws, as if it remembered seeing me from somewhere.

"Now I remember. I was given a corpse like yours and told to cut it open and retrieve something from it. That was you?" It asked, wanting to confirm. All I could manage was a small nod. It chuckled and dropped me. It stomped its foot on my chest, pinning me down and sending pain throughout my already pained ghostly body.

"You're looking for your body, are you? Face it, it's gone...Dartron," It added, laughing. I flinched at the name. How the-how did he know my YouTube name?! I asked myself. It looked at me, sneering.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Oh wait, I mean cat got your voice box?" It said, laughing at its own joke, then looking at the clock, "Well look at the time. I gotta go prepare for the final round. You should do the same, that is..if people would actually listen to you! Ta-Ta!" It ran through the door, leaving me lying there, clutching my side in agony and confused by his words. Final round? No holding back? What does he mean by that? and how did he know? There were way too many questions bugging me, and much too little time to get them answered. Day was breaking, and I had to hide away and pray that those guys were prepared for the "final round' that chainsaw cat spoke of.

Maybe in the process, I will be freed. Maybe in the process, that cat will be killed. But only time can tell what will happen in the final act...

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Oop, Dar, don't be too sure >:D Anyways, like he said, This book's journey is reaching its end. And believe me, the end will be intense! I have the ending mostly planned, It would only be writing it down that may be an issue. As I stand on this soapbox, I just wanna thank all of those who took some time off of their day to read, vote, comment, or add this story. Seriously, guys, Thank you and have a good night, and beware of heartbreak coming soon ;)