twelve days of captivity || why don't we

TDOC

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⇢ seeing the murderers

"HEY, ZACH, I'M

sorry for what happened yesterday," Jonah came up to the twenty year old, looking down at his crossed arms. "You slept over?" Zach questioned him, not responding to his apology. "Y-Yeah," Jonah stuttered out, confused on why Zach had asked him that. The older only hummed as a response, telling him yesterday was only a joke and he was not mad, nor upset with Jonah.

"Good morning, darling," Jack snaked his arms around Zach's waist while the male was making pancakes for the family. "New nicknames, huh, mi amor?" Zach smirked at him, kissing his cheek as he had turned his face to look at the male. "Shush," Jack replied, whining. "Oh, come on, mi amor, don't be embarrassed," Jack did nothing, but hide his face in the younger's neck, hearing Zach chuckle lightly.

"Good morning," Charlotte walked into the room, smiling as Jonah had walked over to her and pecked her on the lips. "Hi, baby," She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and intertwining her fingers. "Hey, hun," Jonah smirked, lowering his hands to her hips. "Don't think so, Frantzich," Jack had taken Jonah's hands off his daughter's hips and set them above them. "Sorry, mr. A, just couldn't help it," Jonah stood still, looking in Charlotte's eyes and making the girl's face turn pink. Jack let out a low growl at Jonah's statement, glaring at the teenager. "See, this is the way to make my father hate you, not some dumb joke you told," Charlotte pulled Jonah down to her face and pecked his nose with a giggle.

A loud knock had interrupted the two couples' conversations, making Jack frown and walk towards the door of their apartment. "Jacky! My baby!" Jack's eyes had widened as his mother's arms snaked around his figure, holding him close to her in a hug. "Charlotte, my granddaughter!" Kristin walked over to her, hugging the fourteen year old tightly. "Hey, grandma," Charlotte smiled, hugging the elder woman back.

Jack had closed the door with a sigh, looking his mother's way who was, as always, talking Jonah and Charlotte's head off. "Mom, i need to introduce to to someone," Jack walked up to her, pulling her gently to the kitchen. "Zach, i want you to meet my mother," Zach turned around with a smile, but the grin was quickly wiped off his face as he had seen the woman. In under a second, his gun was pointed at her head with a glare on his face, as before, too, it was directed at her. Kristin, too, had her gun out, but as she had gotten older, she couldn't move as fast; Zach's gun was pointed at her head, while she had only just gotten it in her hand.

"W-what are y-you doing?" Jack stuttered questioningly, walking towards Zach and placing a hand in his shoulder. Zach growled and threw Jack's hand off his shoulder. "Charlotte, Jonah walk over to me," The two did as Jack said, keeping their distance from Kristin and walking over to Charlotte's father. "What's happening, daddy?" Charlotte looked up at him, although she knew what was happening, her brain could not process it in the state of fright. Jack had only softly shushed her, pulling the two to stand behind him.

"Long time no see, Zachary," Kristin had laughed, making Zach's head tick to the side in anger. "It was fun to see you begging, maybe we should do it another time, huh, hun?" The smile on her face was sickening and tears glazed over the chocolate brown eyes Zach owned. "You're fucking crazy," He choked out with a laugh. "You took my childhood away from me. How could you do that? How could you take their lives like it was a fucking piece of candy that you've always desired to taste?" Kristin laughed at his chosen words, wiping the tears of laughter that had fallen down her eyes.

"How could you take a child's family away from them? How could you force them to turn into what i've become? A killer. A cold hearted killer, just like you. Murdering for our pleasure, for a laugh. Was that always your plan? Making us feel miserable for days in that maze, only for the pleasure of others? Or was it a selfish choice? You didn't want to be the only one, so you turned us into you?" Zach's tears had fallen, it was a sign of weakness; he knew that, he was taught to never cry. Twelve days of beatings, learning to stop crying once you're hurt. Badly fucking hurt.

"Crying, now, are we? You really need to go back, hun. You got out early, you should have learned more," She walked towards him, brushing her fingers over his cheek. Zach's body was shaking, sobs escaping his sealed lips. "I'm sorry, hun. We can go together. You will learn so much more, better things," She lowered his hand, lowering the weapon in his tight grasp. "I will be with you through everything. We will do this together, okay?" The twenty year old looked in the woman's eyes, he was lost for only a few seconds; she was acting like his mother had.

Thirteen long years of the same words once something went wrong and he was too scared to try again, to learn at school. Being bullied at such a young age, Zach had always been insecure and when he had run away from school towards his home, his mother was always there; calming the boy down and telling him those exact words, 'i will be with you through everything, hun. We will do this together, you're not alone'.

Zach nodded, the hand, holding the gun, rising up slowly. "Good. We will go in a second, hun. Everything will be fine, you will be our little warrior again," She had wiped away his tears, smiling at him the best she could, all she wanted to do was laugh in his face; he was too gullible, too fragile and too fun. "I-is Ava s-still with y-you?" He had stuttered, looking the woman in her eyes. "Of course, hun, she's right where you left her," She grinned at him, thinking, right where you left her to die, with us. Her skeleton in the garage, laying there for nobody, but them to see. She had murdered her own daughter and did not care even an ounce.

"Okay, will i see her?" "Of course you will, hun. Everything for our little warrior, right?" She had kissed his forehead. "Good," At the action, Zach had wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him, pulling the trigger. He could hear the screams of four people; Jack, Charlotte, Jonah and Kristin. The male smirked, as the woman had fallen down, putting pressure on the wound in her stomach. "Now, let's see how long it takes, until you close your eyes forever," Zach took the gun, she tried to reach, out of her pocket and put it in his jeans, throwing his hoodie over it.

"Give me your phone, mi amor," Jack did as Zach said, frightened of the idea of his girls and Jonah hurting. He looked at the suffering woman; he may have never liked his mother, but she was still the woman who birthed him, the one who loved him through every mistake he had made. "Charlotte, Jonah, phones, now," Both teenagers had given him their phones, not wanting to cause any problems and Jack had told them to just do so. Zach laughed, sitting down in the ground next to the hurting woman.

"Let's time how long your suffering is going to continue, hun," He giggled, clicking the start button on Jack's phone, having opened the clock app and pressed on the stopwatch. "This will be a fun few hours," Zach smiled, pressing his finger into the wound and hearing the woman scream in pain. The brunette pulled his finger out fo the wound, looking at the maroon colored liquid surrounding it. "Beautiful," He whispered, brushing the blood he had on his finger on Kristin's face with a giggle. He dragged his finger above her top lip, creating a bloody line, which had to resemble a mustache.

"Isn't this amazing?" Zach looked up at the family with a smile. "You're a fucking psycho," Jonah mumbled under his breath, but Zach had heard him nevertheless. "That's not kind to say, Jo Jo," The older had pouted, standing to his feet and turning his back to them. He opened the kitchen drawer, picking up the tie wraps.

Zach had pulled three chairs close to the woman, telling them to all sit. "Amazing, isn't it?" He tied the last tie wrap around Jack's left wrist, seeing the three tied up on the chairs. "Now, for that little comment you made earlier, Jo Jo, i'm going to have to punish you," His hand went across the handles of the knives, wondering which one he should take. "Say stop," Zach had demanded the girl, who was between her father and boyfriend. A whimper left her throat, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "Stop," She whispered out, hard enough for Zach to hear, as it had been deathly silent.

"Good choice, sweetheart," Zach had taken the knife out of the holder. "This would be perfect for a stab wound, don't ya think?" His finger followed the blade from the handle to the sharpest point. A whimper left Jonah's throat unwillingly, while Zach walked closer to him; still completely fascinated by the knife. "Don't worry, this will only hurt... a lot," He giggled.

wc: 1611

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