Mr. Murderer

The plan?

Recap: "Wakie wakie" the older man said with another ski mask on, this time of a clown. I've always hated clowns, now I have a perfect reason to hate them.

Jerry's POV

I looked over at the clown masked man with widened eyes. I wanted to yell towards him 'do anything to me, just don't touch Alex, I love her!' But I was too scared to say that. The man might clock me in the back of the head again, I'm still getting headaches from then. The man lifted a long knife and I swear it felt like I jumped so high I hit the ceiling, I tried to move as close to Alex as I could. She buried her wet with tears face into my shoulder and wept. Even through my thick arm I could here her repeating 'wake up! Wake up! Wake up!' I feel so bad that Alex is in this situation, when you love someone you would try your best to protect them right? The man walked closer and closer to the mattress, in which we lay. He moved his right arm forward, extremely close to Alex's and my arms and cut the rope. Before I could try and get up I forgot our feet are still tied together. The man removed the mask to reveal his sweaty pale face and started speaking in a rusty grim voice,

"Try to get up, you'll hope you never did." He said while placing the mask back onto his face, covering his darkened lips and yellowed teeth. He went over to our feet and grabbed the long knife and cut the rope, where are feet were conjoined. I brought enough courage to speak

"What are you going to do to us here?" I asked quickly. I felt Alex lift her face as if she was awaiting the answer with me.

"We're going to place a little game" the older man said through the clown mask this time. When he cut Alex's rope of her arm I grabbed her shoulder and gave her a hug and whispered "I'll protect you" and released the broken Alex. The man grabbed Alex off the bed and before I could yell for him to not treat a lady that way he struck me an angered stare, which held me unable to move. I looked away and he moved his head telling me to get up. I got off the bed and rubbed my wrist because they itch from the tight rope that was previously on. My wrist were red and they itched a lot.

Alex's POV

I followed the man, right behind him. And Jerry followed behind me. I glanced at Jerry concerned wondering what he meant by he'd protect me. Last time he tried he got knocked out by the older mans hand. The man was big and strong, even for an older guy you could see his muscles through his shirt. The sweat this guy leaked out made his six pack more obvious. On our way to wherever we are going, I heard many screams from other doors. Are these other people who've been kidnapped by this man? As I was thinking up another question the man came to a stop, allowed me to accidentally bump into him and fall onto my butt. Jerry gave me his hand to help get me back up, the older man didn't even glance thinking we are not going to do anything, by that threat he made to us. And we didn't. We stood there and waited for the man to make his next move. He did, he opened a nearby wooden door... So slowly you could hear the creaks from miles away. In the dark room there was a huge table, when I say huge it looked like there were about 20 seats. All the seats were different though... They were all a different color, and different shades. The man shoved us into the room and without a word left us alone. Jerry connected his glare to mine and we decided to make a plan surprisingly I came up with one first.

Jerry's POV

Alex looked into my eyes and we spoke about making a plan she instantly said

"Well I can say that umm... I'm having female issues." She said with a slight smirk. I looked at her in confusion of this plan and responded

"He's probably a murderer, do you think he'd listen to that? I don't think he'd care about your female issues... Well, are you anyways?" I asked her. A half smile came upon my face as well.

"Well, no, but it'd probably work... " she said and I looked at her with a thats-not-going-to-work face and turned to come up with something myself. The room was filled with chairs and I couldn't believe how big this table was. At my apartment my table can only fit 4 people, this ones like... Like 5Xs that. But in the room there was only the table and chairs, nothing else. The door was the only way out and I'm afraid he would be waiting. Alex poked my shoulder causing me to jump...

"Sorry...I just had another plan, that'd probably work... " she said in an apologetic tone... I looked up at her, she a quick thinker.

"What's that plan of yours, genius?" She looked at me, this time with a full smile and grabbed onto my shoulders. I felt my heart beat faster as she continued to shake me while telling me her plan.

" you could brake a leg" she said, all of a sudden I felt nausea. What the hell does she mean I can brake a leg? I looked at her with a sad puppy face.

"A chair leg..." She continued. A sigh of relief fell upon me.

"And we could stab him when he returns!" She said almost in a scream. Very good plan this time, I walked over to a black chair and held the seat in my hands while lifting my foot I smashed my foot into the leg. It broke and to my surprise it was pretty pointy. We heard the door creak and also those hard, Loud foot steps. And we were ready this time.

I hope you like the ending of this part... The next paragraph is going to be really good and I can't wait to publish it. I just have a busy life so...hope you enjoyed. This part was 1111 words, counting the words I'm typing now, I decided to double the words for a while. Thanks for reading and tell me some things you want to happen, future wise!