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Ah Death, What A Lovely Way To Say Goodbye. Chapter Twenty~Three.

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Chapter 23. Ah Death, What A Lovely Way To Say Goodbye.

Three days later.

I wake up in a new room. The walls made of metal and the floors are concrete, there's one sun window above me. I glance around the room and notice a small, very skinny boy chained up a few feet away from me, staring back at me. "Are you... Peter Ralph?" I ask.

He nods and scoots closer to me. "Yes."

"Are you okay?"

He shakes his head and stares at my open stab wound on my thigh, covered by a thin strip of gauze. "I'm okay. I only have a couple of bruises. Did they... stab you?" He gestures to my leg.

"Yeah." I point to my foot, "And broke my foot with a hammer."

He hisses, "Oh my God. I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault.... I'm Jordyn. Your family is looking for you."

"Really?" He smiles a hopeful smile. "Boy do I miss them."

"I miss my family too. I'll get you out of here, I promise... Do you know why they took you?"

"No." He fiddles with his dirty fingers and shakes his head. "I've never seen these people in my life."

"I'm so sorry this happened to you."

He shakes his head and pulls his jacket off. "It's cold in here. You must be cold." He Extends his jacket to me.

"No that's okay. You keep it. Thank you though." I give him a small smile.

He returns a small smile, "Are you sure? I can see your breath and you don't have a jacket on, I have a sweatshirt on, I'm warm enough."

"You're so sweet, but, I wouldn't want to take it from you, you need it more than I do."

He shakes his head, "Its okay, I insist."

The metal door swings open, banging against the wall. Joel and Brant enter the room, both holding something in their hands, but its to dark to tell what it is. "You know, its funny." Joel's boots tap against the floor as he walks up to me. He drags his shiny knife along my cheek, slowly slicing my skin. "There's been no sign of Mason, I'm beginning to think I did kill him." He lets out a loud chuckle, "Maybe he bled out on the kitchen floor."

Brant takes a long, deep, breath, "Wow, it feels great to think that he may actually be dead. I know Ingrid would love that."

I spit on Joels face, "Masons a fighter."

Joel wipes my saliva off him, slapping me across the face, he grabs my hair, making me scream in pain from how hard he's tugging on my hair, I grab his wrist to try and ease the pain. He jerks me away from the wall, making me stand up.

"Don't hurt her!!" Peter shouts.

Both their heads twist in his direction, Joel throws me to the ground. He walks over to Peter and slaps him across the face. 

"STOP! He didn't do anything wrong! Don't hurt him, he's innocent, he's just a kid Joel!" I implore, pushing myself off the ground.

Joel marches over to me, kicking me in the gut. Peter lunges towards Joel, hopping on his back, wrapping his hands around his neck. Joel slams him into the metal wall, Brant pulls Peter off, shoving him to the ground. He pulls a gun out of his pants and cocks it. I limp over to them and push myself in front of Peter. "MOVE!" Brant demands.