A/N;
Why not.
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Lydia and Charlie held each other's hands as they walked past Brunski to enter the filing room.
"Good?" Brunski grunted.
"Y-yeah," Charlie nodded when Lydia glanced to him. "I, um, think we got it from h-here," Charlie cleared his throat, his stutter lessening the slightest.
He had done better, talking to strangers was never his forte, but it seemed he was improving so far.
Charlie looked to Lydia, "Uh, do you have the list?" He wondered, glancing back at Brunski to make sure he wasn't right behind him.
Lydia rummaged through her purse, and Charlie felt a cold chill send shudders through his body. He shook himself out, glancing back at where Brunski stood at the opened door.
Lydia handed Charlie the list, and the two pushed further into the dusty, old filing room.
Charlie's eyes surveyed the list again, and his eyes caught sight of a new name, "Lyd, why did you write another name on here?" He asked lowly.
"I didn't write anything," Lydia quickly denied.
"But this is your handwriting, isn't it?" Charlie asked.
"Why would I write another name?" Lydia asked herself, racking her brain for a possible answer.
"And why would it be mine?" Charlie whispered, an eerie feeling settling over him.
"It was the tapes, wasn't it?" Brunski asked, suddenly right behind Charlie and Lydia.
Lydia cried out and Charlie couldn't react fast enough as Brunski sent his taser into Charlie's abdomen. He seized at the volts before dropping to his back, unconscious and twitching.
Brunski laughed darkly at Charlie's limp form, turning his dark smile towards Lydia, "Your turn, sweetheart," he sighed.
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"Help us! Help us!" Lydia screamed fiercely. "Someone, help!" She whimpered, desperate.
Charlie shook his head out, leaning against the column him and Lydia were chained to, "Lydia, there-" he winced at the slight stinging sensation that pulsed through his body, "are a lot of people screaming for help," he said, fear pumping through him. "We... are nothing new."
"Well, I'm open to better ideas," she said, voice think with tears.
Charlie sniffled, and Lydia went on, "Because if you didn't notice, all of those suicides were murders."
"That's- that's why your grandmother left you the message," Charlie muttered, shifting in his seated spot.
"She predicted her own death," Lydia confirmed. "She knew I'd figure it out."
The door to the filing room creaked open, and Lydia quickly began whispering, "Charlie, I need you to try and get us out of here."
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