I Can't Save You (Kellic)

Chapter 6

At 3 am in the morning, repetitive beating sounded from the trunk of my black Honda. He was awake, but I was excited. I was out of the small town that I had camped in for so long, and I was in Detroit now, where someone dragging a screaming body out of the trunk of your car is normal.

The house that I'm staying at is exactly 3.2 miles away, and the road stretched on and on. The city faded into forestry, and people turned into animals.

Soon enough, the house that I once lived in was standing in front of me, shielded by the thick glass of my car. The house itself was falling apart, but was still safe to walk in. All I knew was that the basement was intact, considering its concrete and conveniently sound proof.

"Viccy poo, guess who's hooommmeee!" I yelled in a mocking tone. Grabbing the sack of two hair dye boxes and scissors, I ran to the trunk where the pounding was lighter but the screams still rang through.

I popped open the trunk, avoiding get punched in the process.

"Get away from me you insane fucking freak!!!"

"But you see my dear, you got yourself into this by being a snitch. Snitches get cut and locked away, didn't your mommy tell you that?" My finger traced over Vic's cheek bone, stopping at the edge of his chin where stubble began to grow.

"We're going to have so much fun, I promise." I whispered into his ear. "In the mean time, I need you to cooperate. I know getting you out of this trunk won't be easy, but I'd like for you to be awake during the house tour so if you be a good boy, I won't have to use my special chemicals." I explained to him.

"And if you're not I'm gonna have to go a little harder on you, and I know you don't want that. If you try to run, I have dogs that will tear you apart before you even get to the fence."

A small whimper escaped his lips, but he followed my guiding hand that I lightly placed on his back. So far so good.

Three seconds later, his feet were placed gently on the ground where my childhood horrors took place.

VICS POV

Hands were placed almost hesitant on my shoulder blades, like a dad pushing a kid through the fair. This time there would've no fun rides, but I can guarantee that I'll be scared out of my life.

Okay focus, you need to run. Obey, then kick him and run. Fuck the dogs, I can make it past this little bastards and run off of this rode and into freedom. I know what you're thinking, 'you fucking dumbass way to get yourself killed'. Thanks for believing in me, first of all. Second, I got this. I know I do. I was a football player in highschool. He doesn't have shit on me.

He paused in mind step to shiver up at the house he was taking me too. Honestly, I wanted to shiver also. This house looked ruined and moldy. Something screamed bad about this place, and the smell got me.

The smell? Well, it smelled like death. Although I've never smelt it, I know what has been going on here at this creepy little house.

Five more steps till I am successfully on the front porch of the killers house. "Be careful. You go first, this porch isn't stable for tw-" my foot shoved into Kellin Quinn's gut, twisting against his rib cage to make sure he's down for a good few minutes.

With that, I ran. Ran until the dogs became a problem.

The big pit bull locked its teeth onto my pants, tearing the bottom of my skinny jeans off and making me fall. On the ground, I was met by multiple other dogs of different breeds. All of them were muts. Muts that just happened to be strong as hell.

One by one, they all took off some of my flesh. After the first attack, there was no way I was even going to try to fight back. Kellin had won this battle.

It was when the fifth dog bit into me that I went into shock and blacked out.