Sean and Death... What A Mix

Don't. Touch. Him.

Sydney POV:

I woke up with a migrane an a stomache ache. I sit up slowly and see a familair face. It was Wendy, the girl I have killed not that long ago. I had killed her. Sliced off tounge. Why is she here?

I start to think quickly about what could happen, when I look over to see Sean. He had tape on his mouth and his face was streaked with tears. He was wearing his underarmor from the day before. His face was red, and something was wrong. Something was... different.  A pit built it's way in my stomach as I instinctivly suck in, making my stomach feel as though I hadn't eaten since Tuesday last month. 

Wendy looked at me with a devilish glare in her glossy green eyes. I flinched as she got up and walked over to Sean. I hope the shine of worry and care showed as she slid her hand gently over his face. She slid her hand over his chest and sighed with delight. Her closed eyes made me shiver in disgust. He squirmed as she pulled the ropes off of his arms. She kissed the tape that sealed his mouth. That sent me over the edge. The pit in my stomach grew, the disgust in my eyes turne to anger and rage, red lights went off in my mind. The black and yellow cation line knew I was about to cross it.

"I have a complaint." I said through gritted teeth. She kept touching him. I felt like throwing up. She touched his chest again, and brought her face close to his. Their faces were side by side, one calm, eager, the other pleading for me to help him. My heart raced faster than ever, like a ping pong ball on the paddle. "I have questions." I said, trying not to end up like Sean.

She went to a small laptop hooked up to a television.

'And what might those be?' She typed, and then it illuminated the small T.V. She had a look where she didn't have to say anything, even if she could. 'Speak up. I dare you.'

"Don't."

'Don't what?'  She asked with an innocent look on her face.

"So, you want to play dumb, oh wait, you aren’t playing are you? I mean don't touch him! You know that!" I lost it. "He doesn't even know you, you barley know him- you've kidnapped us in your basement, and your... undead! If you don’t see anything wacked with that, then type on your snooty computer the reason that any of this could possibly be reasonable!"

She didn't reply just shook her head.

"Go ahead! Type because your tongue is gone. Be glad technology is around!" I say and walk to a yellow drawer in the blue 'bedroom'. I grabbed the pocket knife and blade I always keep in my pocket and stuff one in my pants pocket.

"Type me everything!" I pointed the knife at her. "I'll do it again." If Sean found out I killed her, it'd ruin our chances.

'The blue light, it was me, I'm not sure how I did it. I just did. The reason it's okay is because you ruined my life, now I'm ruining yours. Be glad I didn't strap you down, or this would be reversed! ‘She typed slowly, choosing her words wisely.

"I'm in control that's how it's going to stay!" I ripped the tape off of Sean mouth and start to cut him loose with the blade. I kept an eye on Wendy and the knife pointed toward her.

After I had cut one of his arms loose I gave it to him. He cut himself loose completely and headed for the door.

"Can you pick a lock?" I asked, never looking him i the eye. She started typing. My eyes widened when I realized what she was displaying on the screen. My stomach turned, it flip flopped, my lungs were no longer working. It was as though I shut down because someone was reaching inside of my chest and squeezing the stale air out of me.

'She. Killed. Me.

I'm dead.'

"I-I didn’t do it! Get out of here!" I screamed. He was frozen. "Go!" He picked the lock quickly and finally he opened the door.

"Kill her again and let's go." He said, with a threatening tone.

"She's already de-" I started.

"Now!" He screamed, "I'm not leaving without you. You're my best friend, and if you never see me again because I left you behind, I'd go insane! Now let's get on with this jolly show!"

She suddenly stood. "Sit down!" I screamed, getting closer. Tears of fear and hope slid down my face. I'm so close. So close, yet so scared. She reached in her pocket. A shiny material peeked out. My heart was finally beating. But it was too fast. It beat so hard it could explode. Bubumbubumbubum Boom.  

"Sydney!" I heard.

She pulled the knife out of her hoodie's pocket. I had no chance. I dropped my weapon. I was going to die.