~YOUR POV~
You woke up to a warm, evening breeze blowing around you. But there was something unusual about your position. You were under a bridge. Floating about 10 feet above the deep, rushing waters that ran through the park in the center of town. You were tied to a rafter of the bridge by a wispy, black rope. You let out a scream that was muffled by a gag in your mouth. You winced as a sharp pain ran up your back. You remembered the wound on your back and it suddenly hurt more.
Why were you here? Who did this, and why? Then, a black shape wrapped around you, making it even harder to breathe. The thing had glowing orange eyes, and long wispy limbs. "I AM THE UNNAMED ONE," growled the voice. "I HAVE KEPT THE SECRET OF THE EXISTANCE OF THE CREEPYPASTA MONSTERS." The voice seemed to be resonating in your mind. "Yeah right you bastard!" you thought. "Let me go!" You struggled to get free but you couldn't. "SILENCE!", said the Unnamed.
He took one of his wispy limbs and slashed your thigh. The blood started pouring from it at an alarming rate. You needed medical attention immediately.
"Jeff will free me!" you thought. "OH, YOU FOOLISH CHILD!" boomed the deep voice, "HE MIGHT FREE YOU, BUT EVEN THEN THE BATTLE WILL NOT BE OVER! IT HAS ONLY BEGUN!" Your eyes widened, from under the bridge you could see Kierstyn! You couldn't get her attention though...ugh! She was hanging out with a guy. He had his arm around her. He looked way older than her, he was at least 17!
You felt a slash across your other leg, and your knee was gently dripping blood.
You started to cry, wondering what you had done to deserve this.
~JEFF'S POV~
I was running through the park in the middle of the city. I ran past (Ticci) Toby. He was with one of ____'s friends. He was 19! What was he doing snuggling on a bench with a 13 year old? I stopped thinking about this immediately because I had another vision. ____ was hanging from the rafters of a bridge. Her tan legs, bloody. Her beautiful (e/c) eyes streaming tears. She had a gag in her mouth so she couldn't scream. If she fell she would drown! She couldn't swim like that!
"Ugh, I won't be able to handle the female version of Ben," I thought. If she drowns that would be a lose/lose situation. Mostly because.. I loved her like I've never loved anyone ever before. I ran even harder, the bridge just yards ahead.
I took off my sweatshirt and dropped down over its rails, my knife firmly in my mouth. A black cloud-like form was floating before me. "Who in he..," but before I could even finish my statement, a wispy limb slashed at me, and I swung out of the way. "Let her go!!!" I commanded. "OH, JEFF... THIS IS YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND? WELL, IN THAT CASE I'LL LET HER GO!" called the voice. He squeezed his orange eyes shut, and disappeared. The rope ____ was dangling from was gone immediately and she fell into the water still gagging and gasping.
"NO!!!" I screamed as she fell into the water. I dove in after, knowing the kidnapper wouldn't have left completely yet.
~YOUR POV~
You hit the cool water, and had no energy to swim, and so, you sank. Deeper, knowing the bottom wasn't far below. You were still bleeding, and running out of air. You saw Jeff above you swimming down towards you. You reached a hand to him, and he grabbed it, lacing his fingers with yours. He pulled you close to him, and swam up. You broke the surface and he ripped the gag off of your mouth. Cradling your weak body, he carried you to the bank of the river. He left for only a moment to recover his sweatshirt, and set it down and placed you on top of it. He pushed your plastered bangs away from your face, and stared at you. You stared back, wondering what he was going to do. He knelt down and gently gripped the sides of your face and kissed you for a few seconds before seeing you wince at the pain you were in. You grabbed his hand, "Take me to the hospital please." you asked. He picked you up and ran all the way there dodging cars and angry Italians selling fruit. He handed you over to the first nurse he saw and ran, knowing it was not safe for him to be out in the open.You smiled, and then once again, blacked out.
~JEFF'S POV~
I watched her be put onto a gurney and be rolled into the hospital. She couldn't see me from behind the bushes, but I smiled. At thought of me finally kissing her, and at the thought of her being safe. I would come to her as soon as it was safe.
She needed me, because this definitely wasn't the end.
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