24 Hours

Chapter 12

Edited Feb. 24, 2015

Dedicated to fan-girl-fiction :)

Picture is Mr. Herz

Song is The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

~MJ~

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Gabbi (4 hours left) -

I groan loudly trying to reach my hand up to rub my achey head.

But I can't.

I open my eyes slowly and look around the strange room.

I'm strapped to a chair witha rope around my torso with my hands behind me binded together and my legs strapped to the front legs of the chair, my hair is everywhere because there are random strands in my sight.

I glance around the room to figure out how to get out, there are no windows, there's only one light and it's above me but the light only goes about 3 feet diameter around me so I can only see 3 feet out, then it's dark.

I can't tell where the door is, or even if there is one.

I try to look behind me expecting to see nothing, but there is a large clock there.

4hrs-5mins-08sec

I turn away and close my eyes hoping this didn't happen. I open my eyes again and groan loudly recalling everything that happened before I was knocked out. I glance around the room again and start shouting.

"CHRIS! CHRIS! AY! BUTTFACE!"

All of the sudden the whole room lights up. I flinch and close my eyes in surprise and slowly adjust my eyes to the light. When I can finally see throughout the room, the walls are black, no windows or anything, it's like an interrogation room, I also notice there's a chair across from me about 5 feet, wooden and old looking. Behind the chair I see a strange man, but he's familiar. I gasp quietly and my eyes widen.

Mr. Herz.

"Hello my dear Gabbi, how are you feeling?" He says grinning as he walks over and sits down in the old chair. I hear cracks and strange noises, it's bound to break.

He crosses his legs and stares at me.

"Why am I here?" I ask in a low growl watching his eyes glint in amusement.

Butthole.

"Well, my dear, a special source told me that you were bound on looking for your so- called, 'best friend' " He finishes using air quotations when he says 'best friend'

"Yeah and I know you took them. Now where is Chris? Why did he knock me out? What happens when the clock goes to zero?" I bombarde him with my questions but he doesn't seemed fazed at all.

"One, Chris is fine, he works for me. Second, you were a threat on our little experiment I couldn't have you ruin it. Finally, nothing, they go home all fine and dandy. But you need to stay in here until the clock is done counting down, alright?" He finishes standing up in his Armani suit, flicking dust off and turns to leave.

"What am I supposed to do? Sit here? I'm not gonna do that, get Chris in here. I need to talk to him. Understand?" I spat at him as he stops in his spot and slowly turns towards me.

Suddenly my left cheek was in pain, I groan loudly and watch him smirk and he rubs his hand lightly and says menacingly, "I'll get Chris alright. But he won't be doing the talking."

He then walks out.

I refuse to cry. Mona wouldn't want me to. I held back the tears and rub my cheek with my shoulder. Minutes go by and I look back at the clock.

3hrs-55mins-33sec

I roll my eyes and watch the door for what seemed like hours until the knob started jiggling and Chris steps in.

My eyes widen as I began my rant.

"Chris! You whore! You knocked me out! You work for that psycho? What the devil dude! I could have DIED! HE SLAPPED ME! Where were you! What about Bartholomew and Mona?! Huh? Are you crazy? Psychotic? No, are you gonna murder me or something? Is this SCARE TACTICS? I WILL SUE YOUR SORRY BUTT IF IT IS BUDDY!" I take a deep breath and finish, looking at Chris, he seemed to pale when I was yelling/screaming at him.

"WELL?" I shout watching his figure walk to the chair and sit down, he rubs his face wtih his hands and then leans against his elbows on his knees, getting a little closer to me.

"You can go with Mona when the time is done. When the time is done we will explain to Mona and Bartholomew about what happened and why they were there. Okay?" He says looking in my eyes, his big eyes pleaded.

"I am such a pushover. Fine." I say slowly lowering my head. I hear him murmur a 'thank you' he stands and walks out the door, I hear him locking the door from the outside.

"Mona you better be okay when I get out of here." I say to myself, hoping someone would hear me.

'I'll get you MooMoo.'

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~MJ~