A Lighter and a Flashlight

A Girl in a Suitcase

Italics are thoughts and bold is POV

Sorry if any tenses are wrong, enjoy!

Third Person Creepily Watching Seven's POV

It all started when the Janitor brought in a Suitcase. It was plain, boring, and when Seven got close, it moved. Being a curious boy of seven years, he was instantly intrigued.

He was short, compared to the other kids, hell, even the furnature, but this could not deter the young boy from his new goal. He snuck behind the blind Janitor, silent and stealthily, as the lanky armed man carried the suitcase out of the nursery and out into the maw.

Seven crept along the floor for what felt like hours, strangely persistent for a boy his age. It was like a mysterious force kept pushing him to follow. Seven followed him down one last corridor before stopping. The Janitor was scaling down a shaft.

Seven looked down from the edge. He watched carefully as the Janitor gently placed the suitcase down. Seven then felt his heart stop - the Janitor began to climb up again! Seven ran back a little ways, hiding underneath a decorative table.

The Janitor pulled himself over the edge and began to walk down the hallway, muttering to himself. As he passed Seven, some words were heard by his perceptive ears,

"Strange request from the lady, sending me to pick up trash. I wonder what was in that suitcase... I hope she won't notice I didn't throw it into the ocean..."

You're a janitor, it's your job to clean up!

Seven waited until he could no longer hear the shuffling steps of the Janitor. Then he excitedly ran back to the edge, looking over.

This is where many would give up. Seven, however did not. Some define heroes as those who stand up in the face of adversity.

Seven was Six's hero that day. He would be her hero for the rest of their lives, though neither were aware of that at this point.

Seven then saw something in his peripheral vision. Turning his head he saw a pipe. Perfect.

Seven was never the most social creature, in fact, Six was his first friend. When other kids socialized in the nursery, Seven read. He was a great reader, highly intellectual, he would've had a great future ahead of him if he wasn't in the maw. But that's not the point.

The point was, he had read stories about how firefighters slide down poles. He had always wanted to, and now was his chance. He grabbed the pole and slid.

The landing, needless to say, was less than graceful, but it was adequate. Now to open the suitcase...

Six's POV

The last thing I remembered was Mama singing me to sleep. Now, I am cold and alone in the dark. I went to bring my hand up to rub my eyes when I realized I couldn't. I panicked, I'm the dark and I can't move.

Am I being kidnapped?! It's just like that book Mama gave me once. This was better just to read about, I don't want to leave Mama. There are still so many things I want to do, I haven't even read all day the books in Mama's library yet!

I can feel myself being moved around. What's going on?!

I can hear faint mumbling, in fact, the voice sounds familiar - Mr. Janitor?

That's right! It sounds exactly like him. I should know because he always watches me when his kids are sleeping and Mama's busy. He always complains in the same tone.

I can't make out his words, but I'm guessing that he's frustrated.

I can feel myself being moved around roughly, but I don't understand how or why. I can hear a door opening, and - the voices of children? Maybe I'm in the maw's nursery... Maybe someone can help me!