Lonely Games (a jacksepticeye fanfic)

Chapter 25

When I woke again it was to the very unpleasant sound of a man screaming in pain. I looked up and saw Brad looming over Sean with a knife in his hand. I could see blood on both of them but couldn't tell how bad Sean's wounds might be. I caught Sean's eye and he shook his head ever so slightly letting me know to stay quiet.

"I don't know what made you think you could waltz into our life and take her from me and not pay! She was mine, is mine, and there is nothing you can do about it." He slid the knife down Sean's chest ripping his shirt and leaving a small gash there. He tried not to scream out but you hear the agony in the groans that slipped out.

"Sorry buddy, you heard her earlier, she is mine. I'd say the lady makes the choice." Inexplicably he had a smile on his face. He looked smug and commanding despite being covered in bloody gashes and tied to a chair. I heard a growl rip from deep in Brads chest and he stormed off heading up the stairs and out of sight. I waited until I heard the metal door close and lifted my head taking in the sight of Sean. He had cuts on his arms and thighs, all superficial but nonetheless painful. He had a black eye and blood trickled down his nose.

"Oh my God Sean I am so sorry." I pleaded with him quietly.

"It's ok Addy, I am ok. I promise. We are going to get out of here don't worry. We just have to keep him busy. I knew the text I got from you was off so I didn't get on my plane and I called Detective Ainsley on my way over here. He was going to see if he could get someone from this side of the pond to follow up but because of the time difference it may be a few." He was still smiling broadly.

"I mean that is great and everything but what if he kills us before then? And what are you smiling about?" I shouted in a whispered tone.

"That you are alive. I was so worried you would already be dead by the time I got here. Seeing you alive was the biggest relief I have ever felt." His blue eyes twinkled despite the darkness and I melted inside just a bit.

"Now when he comes back down here I want you to bait him. Tell him you don't think he can take me. Once he releases me I will try to keep him busy and you try to get out of your ropes." He explained his plan to me and the insisted that the cops would be there soon but I still needed to get to safety.

"I am sorry for dragging you into this." I finally whispered, tears filling my eyes once again. I off handedly thought if we lived through this I would never be able to cry again. I had cried more in the past few months than I had in years.

"There is literally nowhere I would rather be, now hush, I hear him coming back." He dropped his head down like he had passed out. I heard brads footsteps on the catwalk and then saw him come into view. He had left the weapons upstairs as far as I could tell. He walked past Sean spitting on him as he went. Then he pulled up a chair and placed it in front of me and sat down.

"So, Adelyn, should I kill him first and let you watch? Or should I let him watch as I take you, and then take your life? Who do you think loves who more?" He had a wicked grin on his face and I was almost sick to my stomach at his words. I mustered up all I could and started to speak.

"I thought he didn't love me, I thought I was just a play thing?" I said trying to taunt him but I could hear the shakiness of my own voice.

"Well he endured an awful lot of pain for you so maybe I was wrong. That doesn't matter though, that will just make ending you two so much sweeter." He started to stand up and pace.

"Well I think you did things this way because you know he could take you in a fight. You took the cowards way, the easy way, and surprised him. You could fight for me but you know you would lose." He paused for just a moment, his face betraying nothing.

"I could take him down but why waste my time. I just want you both to suffer and die." He continued his pacing. "I do suppose seeing me beat the shit out of him would be painful for you. Then I could tie him back up and make him watch while I finish up with you." I remained quiet, anything I said now would only prove I was baiting him which could be very dangerous. I saw Sean's head lifted slightly and smiling encouragingly and I braced for Brads final decision. He spun on his heel, slapping Sean in the face to rouse him and then going behind him to untie his binds.

"A battle royale it is, if that is what the lady wants!" He shouted as he pushed Sean out of the chair. Sean got his footing and turned around wasting no time in throwing the first punch. After a moment or two they had each gotten a few good hits in and were now wrestling toward one end of the room. I couldn't do anything but sit there and pray. Sean seemed to be holding his own but Brad was channeling his anger into pure brute strength. I tried pulling at my ropes some more but even after a whole day of pulling and tugging at them I could only get my right leg free.

From somewhere in the distance I heard sirens and yelling. I looked behind me hoping to see people storming in but didn't see anything. I could, however, hear footsteps all around the place. I turned and looked back at the fight just long enough to see Brad rear back and put all his strength into pushing Sean by the shoulders flush into the wall. I heard a sickening crack and he crumpled. Brad turned and ran past me, apparently realizing the cops were here. I let out a loud yell and stuck my foot out. I went tumbling and I threw myself and the chair to the ground scooting close enough to him that I could kick him repeatedly in the stomach.

"I... hope...you...rot...in...jail...I...wish...I...could...kill...you...you...scum." With each word I spoke I kicked him again. The next thing I knew the chair I was in was being lifted from the floor and I was being untied. In front of me an office had his knee on Brads back and was hand cuffing him. The minute my binds were off I was running to where Sean was lying.

"Help him! Someone help him! He hit his head!" I could hear myself yelling but it was like it was coming from somewhere else. I hit my knees and gently pulled him into my lap, blood from his head coating my hands and jeans. I rocked slowly back and forth.

"God Sean I am so sorry. You didn't have to do that. You shouldn't have come back, you should have gone to Brighton. I am so sorry. I love you, please don't leave me. I really do love you. More than anything." I was sobbing now, totally out of control of my own body. I didn't know what I would do if I lost him. I ran my hand down his cheek, over his neck, and to his chest. I felt for a heartbeat, and luckily found one. It was faint but it was there, it was right next to a hard line. I pulled aside one of the cuts in the t-shirt Brad had made with his knife and saw a chord. He was wearing a fucking wire. He went into this knowing exactly what it was. He came in here on purpose, and he didn't tell me. All to get rid of Brad for good. I smiled in spite of the tears and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

"Please be all right you stupid bastard. I love you."

"Miss, we are here to help can we see him please."

"Of course." I placed his head gently back on the ground and stood up but I never took my eyes off of him. Even as I was led away by a paramedic I dropped back never letting myself be more than five feet from him.

After I had been checked out, my cuts dressed, and my mental state checked, I convinced the paramedics to let me ride to the hospital with Sean. They told me he would be alright, that the cut wasn't that bad and he would probably have a mild concussion. They told me he had passed out more from the blood loss and shock than the actual head injury. They told me he was weak when he started fighting Brad. I only heard about half of what they said though. I was lost in the sight of his face, so peaceful lying there, green hair against the sterile white pillow. He was mine. I was his. No person or thing would ever make me think otherwise. We had both risked our lives for the other and that was a bond you couldn't break.