Run for your life (Creepypasta fanfiction)

Taken

No face. Running. Breathing. Sweating. Bleeding. Dying. Dead.

I woke up in a drenched in what I thought was a cold sweat. I looked up at the person standing over me. It was Tim, holding a small metal bucket. I observed my soaked clothing and saw ice cubes surrounding my form.

"Wake up, sunshine." Tim dropped the bucket on the cement floor, creating a large crashing sound within the room. I shivered and suddenly realized that he had poured a bucket of ice water on me. I looked passed Tim to see another man sitting on the left bed.

Light brown hair grazed his thin face as he stared at the wall with his blank hazel eyes. He wore the same orange hoodie from the night before. I looked back at Tim to see his deep glare.

"Done staring? Good. Get up." He demanded. I stood up hesitantly while staring at him. As soon as I got all the way up he grabbed my cuffs and unlocked them with a small key. I watched him put the keys back into the inner pocket of his jacket.

Tim grabbed my right hand and squeezed, "Try anything and you will feel my hand being jammed down your throat." He let go and walked to the door, slowly opening it. "Come." He demanded.

I walked after him as the other male followed me. I followed Tim down a dark eerie hallway that seemed like it lasted forever. I rubbed my ribs as I walked, they stung more with every step I took. I started to slow down a bit and the person behind me suddenly picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I yelped as my ribs hit his shoulder and I tensed up.

"Don't move." His deep voice demanded. I nodded, even though he couldn't see my head behind his back. After what seemed like forever, he finally put me down. After I regained my balance, I looked around me. We were standing in front of a small doorway. Tim motioned his hands toward the door, inviting me to open it. My hand twitched as I neared the door. My anxiety kicked in as I wrapped my hand around the cold silver doorknob. I twisted the knob and pushed. As soon as I let go of the door, I felt a slight breeze hit my face. The door revealed a pitch black room. I looked back at Tim and he motioned for me to enter. I shook my head in disobedience.

Immediately the other man shoved me into the room. I lost my balance and fell into the darkness. I heard a large bang right as I hit the cold cement floor. I laid on the floor, trying to process what the loud noise was. I looked up and saw that the door was shut. A click indicated that the duo had locked it. I sighed as I stood up. I put my hands in front of me and walked around, searching for the wall. I felt a hard surface in front of me and rubbed around it. Something sticky caught onto my hand, I immediately pulled away from whatever it was. Something brushed up against my waist and I jumped away.

"Who the hell are you?" I tried as hard as I could to sound tough, but I was shaking. A blinding light flickered on above me, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut.

I slowly opened my eyes again and observed my sticky hands. Red painted my palms where I had touched the ooze. I looked up at where I had touched and fell to the ground. Blood was splattered across the plain white wall. I searched the room for where I had touched. My eyes began to water as I saw a man, pinned to the wall with nails. His red hair reaching to his chest, his emerald green eyes looking into mine. His chest slowly rising and falling. "Jason.." I slowly began to sob as I ran up to my ex-boyfriend.

"Sc-Scarlett...no..." I caressed his face with my bloody hands as he struggled to speak.

"What happened to you J?" I asked as I observed his wounds.

"Run...." He said as he gave his best effort to smile. My eyes widened as I realized what he had just told me to do. I turned around to find the door again but a tall man stood in my path.