The Fear Of Fear Itself

LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!!

Lexie woke up in a moving van. It was very dark and hot inside. She could not tell if it was day or night. She tried moving but hit something. What she hit was Sync. He's still out cold. Although now breathing.

"He's alive," Lexie whispers to herself. Lexie gets up with so much pain. She's now seated. She looks everywhere. (Still dark). She whispered, "Sync, are you awake? Sync?" She pushes him around. She keeps pushing him without saying a word. Sync finally woke. He whispered, "Lexie? Where are we?"

"I think we're in a moving vehicle. Hey, what happened when I lost consciousness in the building?" "You were dehydrated and ran out of air. The pulse of your heart... wasn't in normal conditions. I... came in quickly to save you... from the doom trap. Then, someone approached you. He or she tried to attack you. I managed to knock IT out with the back of the ax you gave me. Oddly enough, I put him close to the entrance of the office. When I did, the bomb stopped the fast ticking. Once the slow ticking started, I dragged you to your motorcycle. Then stepped on the gas. Little did I know, the flames were already behind us."

One more bomb exploded near us. It flew us out and away from the building. That's the last thing I remember. "Wait, if you were the one who took us out, then... who was the person next to me? Wasn't that you?" "No, it wasn't. What exactly were you looking at?" Both Sync and Lexie turned their backs in fear to find what appeared to be a freshly dead body beside them.

Sync looked closer, and the body got up eerily quickly. It was a man who looked ever more creepy the more Sync stared. He appeared to be repeating phrases that were not his. "Sir, are you alright?" Sync asked. The man faced his eyes towards Sync, but he still kept at it with his unsettling words.

Lexie and Sync face back to each other. "Sync, I... I think that was the man who was next to me." "Possibly, but how did you confuse him for me?" "I don't know Sync, but it gets creepier the more I think about it." Lexie says to Sync, "Check on him. I'm scared he might be planning something sinister."

Sync measures his distance before approaching the man closer. "Hey, what did you get there?" The man did not give a proper answer, but did give a key phrase. "Fourteen is my favorite number." "And why is that?" The man said another eerie phrase, "Fourteen women and fourteen children." Sync was curious to know what he meant by those phrases.

The man's more terrifying phrase was, "There can only be fourteen children and fourteen women. I'm counting to fourteen. I have to eliminate children first, then women. Children, then women! Children, then women!" The man turns to Lexie. He smiles, gets up, and walks towards her. He had such a slouch walk, which made it all the more disturbing. "I only see one woman!" he repeats this phrase as he approaches Lexie.

The eerie man aimed a hand drill towards her eye. "OH HELL NO!" Lexie acted fast. She grabbed him by the arm and twisted it behind his back. She then slams him towards the doors of the moving van. "I am done being the victim from now on!" Lexie smacked the man again, causing the doors to open. The man fell hard on the street, head first, causing his skull to crack. He got up and just sat there, saying, "Children yelling... children need arranging... children smile... children like hurting other children." Once those words were said, he started banging his head onto the concrete street til there was nothing left. The last thing that could be seen was his broken teeth shoved deep into his nose. His tongue was not attached anymore. 

"Well, that's disturbing. Now's our time to get out!" said Sync. Sync headed for the exit of the van. "Sync, don't!" Lexie exclaimed.

Once said, the van jumped up, causing Lexie and Sync to bump on top of the van and fall back down. The doors slammed shut. They have locked in once again. "Dammit! Sync! When we get to our destination, be prepared. We need to be ready for any danger that comes upon us."