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Part 122 - Help me out

Delirious! Delirious! Delirious! Nothing else to say, but sorry it's not longer. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)

Just let me help you, Jonathan. I'm here for you, I'm not your enemy.

Shut up!

Do you want to be hurt more? You remember like I helped you when you were a little boy?

Fuck off.

I opened my eyes, blinking several times. I couldn't breath properly, all my body hurt. The room I was in was in complete darkness. I couldn't tell if it was day or night, or how long I was kept in here. The constant pain was becoming part of my life.

Nobody cares about you, Jonathan. They would come by now.

Tyler cares. He just doesn't know that I was kidnaped.

He wouldn't come for you. He has Craig, remember. He cares about him more then about you. But you're not alone, Jonathan. I'm here.

Bullshit!

I tried so hard to keep focus, even though my body felt weak. I lacked any energy, I needed to strength my will. Delirious wanted to take over, I couldn't let that happened.

Every time I let that happen, I completely black out. I get to my senses after a while, forced to take back what was mine. My body and mind. The last time I almost killed Tyler, but that was a long time ago. From that time I hadn't heard about 'him' until now.

The door opened, and I blinked several times to stay awake. Mark walked towards me, glass of water in his hands. I felt thirsty, but I held my expressionless face. That was the only thing I could do in this situation.

"How long was it? Two straight days without food or drink? Are you thirsty, bitch?" He mocked me, and I noticed anger in his voice.

Let me kill him. It's gonna be quick, you can be in charge after I kill him, I swear. Let me out!

"Fuck off," I whispered tiredly to Delirious.

"You think you're a hero?" He whispered in a low tone of voice.

I haven't reply, looking coldly into his eyes. I know he wanted to break me, but that was impossible. I was already broken. From the day my parents died. There were only two options. Me getting out of this shit hole or me dying here.

"Still stubbornly silent? What should I do with you?"

Tyler will eventually come after me, I know he will. I just need to stay strong, I can't Delirious out.

Mark frustrated threw the glass at the wall, and I heard shattering sounds.

"Listen here, you fucking son of a bitch. Nobody is coming after you, you hear me?" He whispered, hard slapping my face.

"And you're going to pay for what he did," he growled, his chest raising up and down like a madman.

He? Who's 'he'?

"I fucking told him not to leave this property. But he didn't listen, he thought he was on higher position then me. Look what happens to people who don't listen to me. Fucking son of a bitch," he mumbled, mostly to himself.

I felt lost on this conversation, even though I really couldn't care more. He had his own problems, own world.

"You think you won, huh? You have no idea what everything I have store for you, Delirious. We're only in the beginning, and now when he's dead, I have full permission to continue what I wanted," he continue.

I realize that  he didn't have anybody to talk to, only me. I remembered the first few victims I kidnaped and held locked in my house. I didn't have anybody to talk to either and I kept talking to them. That was until I learned to borrow some of Delirious' behavior.

Who the fuck is he talking about? Who died? What's going on?

He walked to the table, grabbing something. He returned, stabbing me a few times with some small knife to the chest. I just gasped for air, not having any energy on anything else. Pain surrounded my mind, my body.

"I hope you said goodbyes to everyone you care about, Delirious. Because they're all going to pay for this."

Tyler! Evan!

I looked at him, my eyes missing any emotions, even though I felt anger and fury building up inside me. Everything was suppressed by the fear of him hurting Tyler or Evan. Tyler was my family, I couldn't let anybody hurt him. Evan was mine and mine only.

"Let's see how long are you going to bleed," he whispered, stabbing me again.

"Say goodbye to Jack, he's the first one to die," I threaten him in low whisper-growl, hissing in pain.

"What did you just say?" Mark asked slowly, and I slowly smirked.

"You don't even know how much I would love to slice that throat of yours now, you fucking piece of shit, but I have better things to do," he said, turning around.

He can't hurt them. He just can't!

I closed my eyes, hearing his footsteps disappear. As the anger was switched with worry, the pain returned back, bigger then ever. It slowly started consuming everything in my body and I couldn't take it any longer.

Jonathan.

Help me out.