Painted with Blood {Complete}

Painter-5

I would like to warn y'all that there is torture in this chapter

Wally woke up to bright lights and a fairly new looking warehouse, though his sciency brain new it was old. The place looked like it had recently been repaired, the cement on the floor seemed to have had holes filled, the people who were responsible had done a good job with it, Wally had almost missed it. The support beans and been done over with sandpaper and a new coat of paint, red paint. The paint seemed to have a familiar tinge to it, almost like the paint in some room he had had a glance at. Wally didn't know what to think of the rest of the place, the walls were white with red stains on them, Wally figured the were blood stains, but he hoped they weren't.

Then he registered that he was in a chair, or more so, bound to a chair. He looked down the knocks seemed to have been tied with plenty of experience, he couldn't get out, even couldn't even vibrate his molecules. No, then would make his captor suspicious and lead to the possible exposure of his other identity.

Wait, captor... then the events prior to him being in this chair came back to him, getting out of school, the girl, her trick. He would have slammed his hands  on the chair or something but he couldn't, so he tried for some kind of frustrated scream.

It came out muffled.

Then it dawned on him that he had been gagged. Wally mentally cursed, deciding to pay more attention to his surroundings to see what else he had missed. Nothing. He couldn't see anything else. He attempted to listen for footsteps or anything that would tell him there was someone here, but be heard nothing

Then he realised who he must have been captured by, it was a tiny girl that had captured him, and he had only heard of one girl who could most likely carry his weight, it had to be Painter, but it couldn't be. unless...

His trail of thought was cut of by a loud thud. He stared at the person in front of him, it was Painter and at her feet was several knives, a brick and a few other tools he didn't know what to make of. He gulped, this wouldn't go well at all. The child in front of him had a crazy murderous glow in her eyes and he new he may not get out of this place in one piece, in fact, he may not get out at all.

He needed a way out of this place, or a way to contact the team. He racked his brain, desperately trying to find a way out of this mess as painter bent down and grabbed a very sharp looking knife. A grin erupted on her face, causing him to start to panic.

His mind then went blank as the knife was pressed into his skin, just beneath his sleeve, then it was dragged down his arm, slowly, painfully. It was done in a way that would allow him to feel every inch of skin being torn apart, to feel the movement of the blade as it was removed, so that the 11 year old could avoid cutting the ropes that forced him to endure this in the first place. Every time she pressed the blade into his skin he winced, though, not of his own accord, he was in pain and he was in a state of panic and shock.

Painter did the same with his other arm, right after she pulled his watch off his wrist, saying she doesn't need to tell the time, and soon, neither will he. Then she dropped the knife and picked something else up, a brick. She looked at the brick for a moment, then him. After a moments look a conflict, she whispered something in his hear and hit him over the head with it, and once again, Wally was unconscious.

Originally published : At some point in December
Edited 17/12/2019