(Had to re-publish the page cus it fUccING doubled so i had to delete and repost it sorry peeps)
It's dark, that's all i can say.
I hear anything, nor smell, nor scene. Though, i can feel the warm comfort of a mattress under my frozen body.
I can't tell if my eye's are open or not, but i move my pupils around, attempting to see something, anything. Well. . .carefully what you wish for, i regret my wish as i met something crimson red glowing in the dark, extremely close to my face. I grip the slik sheets of the bed, wanting to scream, but forced it to stay in my throat.
Blinding bright lights flicked on, subconsciously forcing my lids shut tightly.
Hot breath was coming in contact with my face, my body to stiff to even spare a shiver down my spine. I slowly pry my eye's open, being greeted with the same blood reflecting orbs as before, and a face scarily simular to my own.
"Hello darling," the voice of this man was deep, deeper then my own, and yet somehow extremely simular, but the tone held mischievousness, "i see you have awoken." I quivered, trying hard to not to let an embarrassing noise of fear slip past me, "w-why am i here?" "Well darling," he stood, pacing around the room, "i was in a mission, originally a RnR, but after i saw you," he licked his lips, "i just had to have you."
I felt sick, this. . .thing, was like a stonger, younger, and more sadistic copy of Aiden, the very thought causing my guts and organs to twist into a cramp knot.
"Don't worry Mark, I'm not like him," my eye's widen, petrified, "I'm much more experienced then that old geezer." He sat next to me on the extremely comfortable bed, petting my hair, despising myself for my vocals illuminating a purr, "but it's probably only a matter of time before they come for you."
Hope flowed quickly through my emotions, washing in with the adrenaline of fear, was Jack coming back for me? My hope soon flattened like gold under a rock though, once the man gave a sick smirk, leaning closer to me, "that's what I'm hoping for." I shook, tears welling in the corners of my eye's.
A fist met the concrete wall of the basic military Hideout base, anger fueling the cause of action in the smallest one in the room, muttering countless profanities to them self.
"Ace, Ace," the friend of the teen sweetly said, tenderly placing a gloved hand on the other's shoulder, "It's okay, we can just bust in and demand Mark back." "Unfortunately," the angered teen growled through thier teeth, "that's not an option, unless we wanna be jumped."
"He'd be expecting us to go after him," Jack sighed, plopping down in the cold cement floor, poor thing lost of hope, "it's blandly obvious." There was a thick silence, morning, concentration, and anger was mixed in a perfect scent in the air. "But," Felix suddenly broke, catching the attention of all, "if you both made a sold deal, then you should be able to confront him and if he still doesn't brake, we have enough evadance and a location to turn him to the law."
Everyone stared in shock, surprised by the sudden logical comment, "wow. . . that's actually. . really smart Fe."
He shrugged, "what can i say? I am the wise lord king pewdiepie." "And he's back." Ace's sarcasm lingered heavy as they rolled thier eyes. Jack stood, and once the plan was set, they all took off to start operation feline retrieving.
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The same poor door soul was kicked open by the same sarcastic teen, poor door.
Anger was clear on all faces there, except the unconscious one back with the thugs and the others surrounding him, Ace's doing, if you were curious. The chair was, once again, dramatically turning away from the four, but Ace didn't wait for this emo vampire to take his dramatic solo.
In impatience and rage, they roughly swish the chair to face them properly, on to gasp and stare confused, as no black and white copy was there. Ace immediately knew this was bad, and thier quick assumption was correct as the door was abusely slammed shut, for fucks sake, leave the poor door alone. #stopdoorabuse.
As they all twist to quickly check, a demon was waiting for them, sick and twisted smile blane and bleak, obvious that the knotted smirk held knowing knowledge.
Ace growled, being the first to step up, ready to beat the living shit outta himx finally something other then the door. "Where is he!?" The teen shouted, gripping the crimson tie of Dark's, yanking him down roughly.
"I'm afraid i have no knowledge--" Ace yanked the tie again, a groan admitting from Dark, "of what your demanding for. My job was simple, get you in, and get Jacks sex slave out." Jack growled at that, fists clenching and unclenching in a cycle, "he is not my sex slave." "If i were you, I'd more cooperative," Ace had a hard glare, that sicking smile still on Darks lips, "we have dirt on you Edward, so don't think your sly."
He chuckled at that, fucking chuckled at the threat of being suspend to death, or if he's lucky, a life sentence, it disturbed the four, tension going stronger.
"If i were you Ace," the satanic one chuckled, smirk only seeming to widen, "i wouldn't be threatening me." Ace rolled thier eyes, attempting to keep thier sarcastic personality, but alert to no end, "and whys that Edward?"
He leaned close to the others ear, smile as wide as humanly possible, but people who knew him knew it could be bigger, words rolling off his tongue like venom from front fanged snakes, "because I'm not the one about to get shocked." Even though thier reaction was quick, it wasn't quick enough as Dark swiftly sneacked his hard power taser, in flicking a horribly painful electric zap through the teens body. They screamed in terrible pain, the screeching broken up and cut do to muscle spasms in the vocal cords, and when the demon pulled the weapon back, the teen fell, thud heavy and eye's half rolled back into thier head.
"You asshole!" Aya shouted, charging at the moster, her own version of a tazer, in a glove form, ready to inflict the same pain Ace felt to him, but he was quicker, snatching her wrist to cause no damage to himself, and shocking her in the stomach, time lasting shorter then Ace, but pain still the same amount.
As she fell, the two males stood in the back, fear striking thier bodys, causing them to freeze and unable to move. With the same sadistic smile, Dark snapped his fingers, both males blinded by dark colored bags over thier heads, and syringes to the necks, the other thugs of Dark tying up the other unconscious two, also applying midnight shaded bags over thier heads. Dark's smirk, as expected, widend, now the biggest and slyest it could be, and he gave the signal.
With simple nods, the thugs carried and loaded the unconscious four into an ebony van, the kind you'd find those creeps offering candy to kids, or Mark when he has no video ideas.
Dark gave another signal, signing thier job was done, and they were now dismissed to do what the pleased. The workers retreated back into the garage that was thier lair, while the demon himself drove off with the four in the back of his van.
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I'm wondering if i should publish a new book
I was going to publish it after i complete this one, but i still have a few drafts and ideas soo idk :\
Tell me what you peeps want, do you want a new book now or wait til the end of this one?
