Maximum Ride's Big Chase

Part 19

Max's POV:

Jeb yanked me up and tied me to a chair, although I did put up a fight, I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, which earned me a punch to the face.

So here I am, tied to a chair, with Jeb, Ari, and a guy I now know as Jeff hovering over a table I hadn't seen before. It had different kinds of knifes, though they mainly looked to be hunting knifes. I also seen a bucket, more rope, a rag, and some wires that lead to god knows where.

"So Maxi" Jeb starts off, talking as if I'm not tied to a chair, possibly in a basement, being held hostage," do you know what it does to someone when you accuse them of rape? Well, it rips them from there family and causes people to look at them in disgust."

His eyes scan over the table, and he picks up one of the knifes, studying it in the dimmed lights.

I ignore the knife and retort," well Jeb, you did almost rape me, I wasn't going to let you get away with it."

His face twists into an ugly rage and he sneers," well in not letting you get away from me this time."

For some reason I had a feeling he wasn't going to rape me. Maybe it was the hateful look he was sending my way, or the way he was eyeing the 'tools' on the table. Either way, he seemed to want revenge for me taking him away from his so called family.

Whatever he chose to do to me, I was making it out of here alive.

"Bring it," I challenged fearlessly, knowing I wasn't getting out of here without a few injuries.

That seemed to piss Jeb off even more, and Ari let out an animalistic growl, while Jeff slinked back.

Jeb gripped the knife tighter, then swiped his arm out, cutting my left cheek. I winced, then pushed the pain out of my head.

Pain is just a message, I repeat over and over again as he slowly slides the knife over my collar bone, I can feel the blood roll down my chest, soaking my shirt, or what's left of it. It has some tears in it, and Fangs jacket had been taken from me before I was tied up.

"Is that all you got..." I taunt. Which in my case is probably a stupid thing because I'm the one tied down, while there free to do whatever to me.

"I wouldn't be talking Max," Ari speaks up for the first time, and I see him reach for the bucket. Jeff still being oddly quiet.

I quickly scanned the room, curious to where he went, he's nowhere in sight. I glance back at Ari, only now do I notice the water in the bucket.

'What's water going to do...' I think right before the freezing water hits my skin. I gasp as the coldness seeps into me, making me violently shiver.

"Take it from here Ari, I have to talk to Darius about our.... situation." Jeb states, sending me a sideways glance.

'Who's Darius, and why do I feel like he's someone we're after?,' a little voice in the back of my head wonders. Ari chuckles, bringing me out of my short lasting thoughts.

I see him grab the wires, and cold dread makes it way through me. He makes his way to me, holding the wires in each hand.

I take a deep breath right before he presses them to me, one on my shoulder the other on my stomach. Then all I feel is pain.

My back arches, and my limbs strain against their ties, it feels like fire is racing through my veins. I hear someone screaming, it might be me, but I don't care to find out at the moment.

He finally pulls away, but the pain lingers, it still feels like I have fire inside of me. My hand twitches, a remainder of the aftershock, as I take in deep breaths.

Before I can recover from being shocked I feel the bite of metal on my skin, he slowly carves a line into my thigh, then heads for my forearm, carving another line into it.

My head is fuzzy and I can barely feel the knife carving into my stomach," Ari, that's enough." A voice I don't recognize sends chills down my spine.

I struggle to lift my head, and everything is blurry, my eyelids are heavy and I feel extremely lightheaded.

A man in his mid-forties comes into view, he has short salt and pepper hair, with lighter brown eyes that seem lifeless. I notice a tattoo on his forearm, in everything's blurry state I can barely make out a shape that looks like a bow tie, or butterfly.

The man walks up to me, lifting my head, his fowl breath makes my nose scrunch up," Maximum." He starts," what a brace name, to bad you fell victim of Darius Smith, which you may know as The Moth."

Ok so the tattoo on his arm is a moth. My brain comes to that conclusion, only slightly delayed. I just want to sleep. Close my eyes..... and it will all... be over with....

I hear a loud smack and my head whips to the side, cheek burning.

" Look at me when I'm talking to you!" he bellows. I flinch, and lift my heavy head," you ruined one of my clients life, causing me to loose money."

'Huh..?' I think,' what client, was Jeb buying drugs from this man..?'

"Your father," he continues," would pay me to get someone off of his hands, but when you claimed he assaulted you, he lost any money he could pay me for the latest victim. He told me that I could get my revenge by killing you. And that's exactly what I plan to do..."

I'm starting to doubt I'm going to make it out of here with a few injuries. Let alone my life.

Someone cuts my ties and I'm dragged to my feet. My knees buckle and I fall to the floor, my head hitting the concrete with a sickening crack, then nothing.

I wake only minutes later, or so I assume, I haven't been moved. The only thing that looks different is a large bucket near my head.

"Ah and she's awake," I hear Darius gleefully say as I'm suddenly dragged up. It's just me and him now.

Ari, having left while I was unconscious, while Jeb and Jeff never returned.

"Any last words?" He asks cheerfully, I nod," yeah..." I turn my head so I'm looking him in the eyes," burn in hell you fucking-" my sentence was cut off as my head was shoved into the bucket.

I didn't have time to take a breath before my head was submerged, so my time on the land of the living was even shorter.

I feel myself thrashing under Darius's grip, his large hand holding my head under the water while the other holds my hands.

My legs had been tied up so I was unable to kick him, I was stuck wiggling like a fish out of water.

My lungs are burning, I had been under the water for longer then a minute. I take in a much needed breath, giving away to my struggling lungs, only to have water find its way into my throats and into my lungs.

I can feel my throat tighten as I take in yet another 'breath' of water. This time a much bigger one, my vision is going black, and my struggle to get my head out of the bucket slowly seizes.

I feel myself go limp as darkness consumes me.
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