Finite(I might change this title who knows)

Chapter 17

Lafayette POV
I listened to Alex scream. All night. In the early morning. Begging John to stop. Trying to reason with that monster. That is. Until Alex stopped screaming. Stopped making noise. John didn't stop making noise though, so I knew it was still happening. I felt self loathing crawl across my skin, making me feel sick. Alex shouldn't be here. He should be at school getting straight A's, shutting down Jefferson's bullsh*t, laughing, making dumb decisions, being a normal teenager. Instead he's tied up in a room with a monster looming over him. Left at the mercy of a creature who has no mercy to give. Only selfish desires and an all too frightening knowledge of your weak points. A parasite that wriggles it's way under your skin, seeks out every flaw it can find, find every little quirk and inadequacy and exploits it till you're nothing but a broken shell. And it's all my fault. If only I had been brave enough to say in that call to agent Washington exactly who the killer was. This would have never happened.
"Laffy~" The monster cooed when it walked out of the room. My head shot up to look at it fear burning my veins.
"My little angel passed out. So now is the perfect to time to, have a little conversation."
"John... I'm, I'm s-sorry for tr-trying to escape with Alex. I-I j-just thought..."
"Shut up Laf." John said teasingly. I bit my lip and looked at the dusty wood floor. John grabbed a large butchers knife and dragged it across my arm. I tried my best not to move, not to make a sound. A quiet whimper escaped my mouth.
"Warned you." John smirked taking a hard swing at my face.

When John finished beating me, I felt dizzy. The world looked blurry, and my body felt weak. The monster grabbed its gun and smirked at me.
"I'll give you a five second head start." I stared up at him fearfully.
"One." I ran as fast as I could tripping and slipping across the dirty ground. Bus stop. Bus stop. Bus stop! I managed to bring myself over to the empty bus stop far away from where any human should be. I kept an eye on my surroundings panting. Come on come on come on. I heard a branch snap just as the bus pulled up to the station. I ran onto it throwing money at the driver and pressing myself into the way back under the sight of the windows. The bus began to drive away. Still staying out of the windows viewing I checked the seats to see if the monster followed me on. Empty. Only me and burly tired looking old bus driver. Once we were far enough away I let out a soft sigh.
"So. You alright kid?" The bus driver asked.
"A-ah oui, merci monsieur."
"I don't speak French but I took three years of mandatory French in high school so I at least know that." The bus driver chuckled kindly.
"Ah je suis desole... I- I mean I'm sorry, I go into my mother tongue when I'm stressed."
"It's alright kid. Where you going?"
"Please just get me to New York City..."
"Running away from home?"
"No. More like I'm running back home."
"Any reason you were away from home in first place?"
"I had a friend. And he wasn't as much of friend as I previously thought."

I tired dragged myself off the bus thanking the driver. My legs felt numb, and I was tired as hell. That's when I got a phone call.

Hey Laffy~

John. I hung up and began running. My phone rang again and I threw it into the road. I need to get out of here. A hand grabbed my wrist and I felt a knife dig into my side.
"Found you~"
"H-how?"
"Did you forget that I still have the car?" A sob was retched from my throats as John dug the knife deeper into my side. Footsteps began approaching us.
"Sh*t..." John quickly tossed me into a nearby bush and took off running. I started to cry quietly begging for help. My vision flickering in and out. My breathing becoming more and more ragged. The bushes parted and I stared up to see the horrified expression of one Thomas Jefferson. That's when I passed out.