42nd Country Road

Run Ev Run

I woke up in a completely different environment. I stood up and tried to look at my hand. It was actually to dark to see. I tried to walk away, but something stopped me. I was chained, by my foot, to the wall. A light turned on in the area I was in. I noticed a steaming pot in the very rim of the light and a pair of hands.

"Hello," It was Jack I could tell, "I'm sorry I left so ... early. I was .... Interrupted," I could see his face now. His eyes were gone, he was changed. Mark appeared to his right.

" Let me see your hands," Mark said, stepping out of the dark and grabbing my left hand, "Oh, Jack we need to make this even,"

"We do," Jack replied. Mark was insane to.

"Give me your other hand," Mark said. I moved it behind my back, "Give it to me sweet," He said kissing my and reaching behind my back and grabbing it. He pulled away.

"Jack, the pot," Mark said, his breath, creeping up my nose. Mark had my hand in a tight grip. He finally dipped my hand into the pot. I screamed trying to shake the pain and the grip from Mark. He finally pulled my hand out, I let out a breath of relief.

"Let me see," Jack said grabbing my other hand. They were both black know. I started shaking.

"Looks good," Jack said smirking. Mark nodded. Jack went behind me and undid the lock.

"Run," He said. I bolted. The dark was awful but I finally found the exit. Turns out I was in the cellar. I ran out to my pond, or Jack's pond. I hid in the bushes. There was no point in running down the road. The highway was too far. My clothes were so dirty. My blue jean shorts were now brown and my black shirt was covered in stains. I saw Jack and Mark came out of the cellar.

"Where are you, Ev?" Mark called

"We just was to say Hello," Jack said. They were both turned. I started whisper prayers under my breath.

"I can hear you breathing," Jack said, looking over at where I was hiding, "Your fear is to perfect,"

"Found her," Mark said, coming over to my hiding spot. I stood up and sprinted in the other direction. Mark was much faster than me and grabbed my black stained hand.

"Where do you think that you are going?" Mark asked, He yanked me in the other direction back into the other house. I tried to run, but Jack was close behind. I realized that it was always the same thing. I ran, they caught me, dragged me back into the house, and tortured me for their own enjoyment. It was my turn to make a move. I kicked Jack in the face again this time hitting his nose. His hand went straight over it. He put his hand back down, it was covered in blood.

"You little..." I cut him off.

"You want more?" I asked.