Smiling Killing |Inspired By KILLING STALKING|

|Six|

I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't do anything. I just remembered the constant screaming and thrashing as my entire vision with blurred with black and red. Someone was trying to talk to me, but I wasn't listening.

I yanked at the chains, choking on my own tears as I thrashed and tugged.

There was a... 

A...

A...

A spider...

I couldn't stop screaming. It ripped forth from my mouth and burned my throat, but I couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop.

S-S-spider...

I felt a large crack in my hand, and suddenly I gasped as one of my hands slipped free from the shackles. For a moment, I froze, seeing that I now was able to read the knife. Panic struck me again, and I reached out hurriedly and fumbled for the knife as my hand struggled to grasp it. It ached and throbbed for me to move my hand, but the sheer panic and fear had blinded me from pain.

I grabbed the knife, before I jammed it between my shackle and my wrist. Roaring, I thrusted it up, and the groaning of metal rang in my ears before the sharp piercing snap of metal. I felt it release its clamp on my wrists, and the shackle clattered to the ground. I didn't wait any longer, I crawled towards the stairs which led up to the hatch door. I didn't know where the spider was, but I didn't care. I just had to get out. I had to breathe. I, I had to...

But something was wrong.

As I put my hand up onto the steps to climb, it slipped in something thick and wet, and I gasped as I face planted into the stairs. I cried out and clutched my cheek, before that same thick, wet substance started to heavily drip down my face.

What the..?

I pulled my hand back from my face, examining it. My vision was blurred with reds and blacks, but slowly, my vision focused. My eyes widened as I froze.

My pointer finger.

Completely severed off. All that was left was a bloody stump of bone with blood gushing from it.

When I had gotten the shackle off with the knife...

I couldn't scream. I just stared at my hand as it shook violently, blood gushing everywhere. I heard a voice. Was something talking..?

"Hey!"

Slowly, I turned my head and widened my eyes as I remembered that I wasn't alone down here. The other guy, tied up with a bruises and gashes, his eyes teary as he gazed at me.

"Hey-hey-c-can you get me free?" He asked pleadingly.

Slowly, I turned away from him, my lip quivering. "I...I'm bleeding out...e..everywhere..."

"T-Tie it up then!" He screeched as his eyes watched the blood flow from the wound. "Oh god..." he gagged, and then threw up all over himself.

"R-Right..." I mumbled, and in a daze, I leaned down to my ankle and untied the bandage from it. The skin beneath the bandage was all scarred and bruised still. Dirty, I tied it around the bleeding stump.

Where was the pain? Why wasn't my other hand moving as well? It felt stiffer yet limper.

"C'mon! Help me out of these shackles!" The guy hissed at me.

The...knife...

I stared at the blade which laid on the cement floor, coated in blood. Right beside it, laid my severed finger. I stared at it as my body slightly shook, pressing the bandage into the bloody stump of my finger.