Ian Hecox: The Man Who Saved My Life (Smosh)

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A sharp pain on my head jolted me awake. I dabbed my fingers on my forehead, and when I pulled them back I felt a warm liquid drip down them. I opened my eyes the farthest I could and saw blood trickling down my hand.

I put my hand back up to my forehead and wiped away the blood, but there was a lot, so I wiped the rest on my pants. I opened my eyes more to see a dark room before me, with only one light to shine upon the center of the room, the rest concealed in darkness, in which I sat. I felt the wall behind me, hard like concrete and cold as ice. I began shivering from the lack of heat what so ever in this room.

Sitting next to me on the left was an old, crotchety chair, worn and almost broken. A large, metal door stood on the wall to the right. Moldy and musty smells wafted through the thick, heavy air. The room reminded me of a Saw movie. There were even dark spots on the floor and wall in some places, and it looked like blood stains.

I didn't know where I was or how I'd gotten here. I didn't know why either. The last thing I remembered was getting up to answer the door, and then nothing. My memory was blank after that. I decided to try standing to see if I could open the door.

As soon as I stood, I became even more light headed than before, and my vision grew blurry. I managed to stumble over, and with all my strength, pulled and pushed on the handle of the door, but there was no avail, so it never budged.

I slumped against the door and slid down to the floor. What was I going to do? I have no idea what's happening. I really hope Ian is going to find me, because I might not make it the through the week.

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Ian's P.O.V.

I woke up without Xhex next to me, so I got up to find her. Looking in each of the rooms, I didn't see her anywhere.

"Anthony!" I yelled to him, slamming open his door. He lay there in bed, hair a mess.

"What?" he questioned groggily.

"Where's Xhex? Have you seen her? She's gone! I can't find her anywhere!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, right in his face.

Anthony stood, grabbing me by my shoulders, "Calm down, Ian. When's the last time you saw her?"

"J-just last night w-when we went to bed," I stumbled over my words as I tried to find the right ones to say, "a-and I think someone was at the door, c-cuz she got up to check it, b-but I fell back asleep before she came back!"

"Don't worry, Ian, she's gonna be alright. We'll find her." He tried soothing me, but it didn't help much. I knew she wasn't all that mentally stable at times, and it made me ten times more scared, knowing what could be happening at that moment. I couldn't fathom the thought of life without her, couldn't begin to imagine it. I hadn't know her long, and I'd already lost her once. I wasn't gonna lose her again, for a final time. Now I wasn't just scared. Now I was angry.

I guess I had zoned out pretty bad, because when I came back, Anthony was shaking my shoulders, yelling at me, "Ian!!"

"Go get in the car," I whispered, barely audible, because I was still coming back from my zone and he hadn't even heard me.

"What?"

I spoke louder this time, making sure he understood, "Go get in the car. We're going out to look for her." And with that I left, leaving him standing alone. I went straight for the garage door, grabbing my keys on the way over.

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Xhex's P.O.V.

I had been in here for who knows long. I hadn't had human contact and I don't even know what time of day it is, let alone the date. I was slumped in the corner, awaiting my wanted death, when a creak came from the door. I looked over to see a small tray being slid through the rectangular opening in the center of the door. I crawled over and saw a slice of bread, a cup of water, in a disgusting state might I add, and what seemed to be leftovers from pig slop. Not even regular slop. The remains of it. I didn't know if I wanted to live badly enough to choke this down. After some thought, I realized i didn't. After all, I have been suicidal for a great amount of time, so this isn't gonna be as hard to do as it should be. I went to crawl back to my corner.

"It'd be best for you to eat that." A male voice from the opening in the door cooed at me.

I whipped around to see a guy around my age looking at me through the door. He had light brown hair, at a length that suited him, and dark brown eyes. He seemed kinda dirty, like he'd just gotten done working.

"Who are you?! Did you take me?! Why am I here?! I did nothing to you!" by the time I was done with my rant, he spoke.

"You're right. You didn't do anything to me. And I didn't do anything to you, but I know who did."

"Who is it?"

"I'm not allowed to say. I'd be killed, as well as you."

"I could care less. I'd rather die..." my voice faded as I said it, turning away.

He seemed to not notice my suicidal, emotional remark, or he ignored it, because he went on, "I have to make sure you eat that. So eat it."

"First, tell me, who are you?"

"I work for your kidnapper. The name's Axyl." He reached his hand through the opening, offering a small smile, and I slowly inched my way over, grasping his hand in mine. I instantly got a strange feeling, and ripped my hand from his.

"I'm Xhex."

"Xhex? What kind of name is that?" That was rude.

"Well, it's mine, that's what."

"Whatever." He said, turning his head away, "But, you better eat that."

"Wait!"

"What?!" he sounded annoyed, and probably was, but I didn't care.

"I have a lot of questions! I expect to have at least a few to be answered."

He looked to his left, and then his right. I'm guessing to see if anyone was coming, or could possibly see. He turned back to me before he spoke, "I'll come back here later and talk, but I can't now," he was nearly whispering, "Please just eat that." His tone was forceful.

"Fine." And with that, he left.

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I really would like it if everyone read this authors note. I don't think everyone does, but I want to know how I should end this. Do you guys think I should have a twist ending that might not be that pleasant, even though I think it would be a better ending, or would you want a happier ending that might be kind of boring and I won't be able to do anything sequel wise. I'm not ending this anytime soon, but I want to know so that I can steer the story that way and I can think about it. I have a really good idea for the twist ending, and I'll be able to write more, so if no one tells me to do other wise, I'll do that. But thank you guys so much for reading!! I hope you liked this chapter, because I had fun writing it.