a great mess ✔️

WO chap.2

I don't know how many hours later, I was finally awake from my deep slumber. I was wishing that it was just a nightmare but turns out, it wasn't as I looked around my surrounding. My body was aching and my head feels like someone keep smashing it with a hammer again and again.

I don't even know what kind of room am I in, moreover about my whereabouts. This place is so goddamn humid and dark. My rapid heartbeats mixed-up with the water dropped sounds that came from god know where.

I gathered all of my strength and forced myself to sit up which is hard since I'm all handcuffed and all. I was at the far corner of the room, tied like a pet. I heard a cracking voice which made my body move to the wall in instinct. I pressed my body firmly to the wall, hoping that it could hide me from whoever the hell it is at the door. A flash of lights suddenly crept into the room, giving the chance to look at my surrounding. I feel like I'm in a basement or maybe an attic, I don't really know, but what I know though, my speculation about this place is mostly true. The walls of this room are mossy wet and at the opposite corner from where I was sat at, there's a pipe that keeps dripping its water drop by drop.

A silhouette made its appearance by the doorway, decreasing the number of lights that creep in. The silhouette took a few steps, coming closer, even closer, until it finally stops in front of me. I bowed my head down since I have no desire to know who the silhouette that stood in front of me was.

Cold fingers touched my chin, lifting my head up slowly. My green eyes bore into his icy blue one. His blonde hair lied flatly on his forehead, while a really big smile plastered on his face.

"Good morning! How was your sleep?" He asked with a soft voice. I turned my head to the left, making his fingers that once gripping my chin slipped. He laughed at my reaction, making the sickening feeling in my stomach worsened.

"So, since I'm nice and it is noon already, I better feed you something. I brought you here for a reason and I don't want you to die. Well, not yet at least. So, be a good lil boy and follow me, please!" His voice stays as soft as before, but the demand in his voice is as clear as a crystal. He walked back to the door but I stayed still in my position, too flabbergasted to move.

"What are you waiting for? Aren't you hungry?" He asked from the doorway. I kept my mouth shut, looking at my hands and feet that is in fact still chained.

"Oops, sorry! I forgot that you're still all tied up" He said, giggling like an innocent boy. Again, he came to me and held my chin in between his fingers, giving me the same wide smile before pulling out a pocket knife. His eyes shining with adoration while his smile turns into a genuinely proud one as he looks at the metal piece on his hand. He moved that dangerous thing to me, making me instantly close my eyes. He giggled again making me internally winced.

"All free! Now, c'mon! I don't have all day to take care of you." He said, walking back to the wide-opened door. 

Since I don't feel like dying in any second, so I followed him slowly towards the door. He gripped my wrist which made me winced in pain. A bruised clearly printed on my wrist remembering the rough and tight rope that tied me.

Without giving a damn to my wince, he kept dragging me up the stairs, leaving me dealing with the pain alone. Since I didn't know what else to do, I counted each step that we took until it finally reached 53. Again, he dragged me to a room.

"Take a seat, make yourself at home. I'll get you some meal and first aid kit" He sat me down in a dining chair, before leaving me all alone in the huge dining room.

I was too lost and shocked to comprehend what just happened, it feels like my feet freeze to the ground and lost-contact with my brain, leaving me to stay still on the quiet comfortable chair to do nothing but look at my surrounding.

The walls now are creamy-white, decorated by lots of pans along with the cooking-tools. This room is much, much neater than the room I was locked-up. The floor is shiny and made by marbles, there was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and to top it all, the room is clean as fuck.

He got back to the room, putting down a plate filled with food in front of me while his other hand holding a first aid kid box. He flashed me another smile of his before taking a seat beside me. He opened the first aid kid before softly grabbing my left hand, examining the bruised wrist before slowly cleaning and fixing it.

"Why don't you eat it, what are you waiting for?" He said, snapping me from my hand that in his. I looked at my meal, seeing a mashed potato with bacon along with broccoli and omelette.

"If you were wondering about me poisoning you, don't. As I said before, I'm not here to kill you." He reassured me. Without listening to his explanation, I asked,

"Why?"

My voice came out croaky and way deeper than usual, but I think that's what happens when you barely have water and has been passed out for hours and also not talking for even longer.

"Uh? What do you mean by 'why'?" He tilted his head to the side, looking at me with pure confusion.

"You said you didn't want to kill me and yet you kidnapped me"

"Yes, and?"

"Why?"

"Trust me, if I tell you why, you wouldn't believe me"

"Tell me, and we'll see about that" I answered as I stir around the meal in front of me.

"Eat up, I'll tell you as you eat" Without being told twice, I did as tell for the information that I'm about to get sakes.

"Actually two months ago, a serial killer named George Steffen Gresley Smith was casually wandering around at St. Mery Road. And no, he wasn't looking for a new target nor he was trying to bury someone, he was just casually walking as normal people do. He passed a park, a secluded park, and he saw a blonde boy was panting near the lake. Not far from that boy, there are plenty of girls that were too busy looking at their lefts and rights. Following his logic, the serial killer walked towards the said blonde boy, staring deep into his shiny green eyes while giving him a bottle of water before leaving the boy alone wordless."

'Oh shit! It was him!' A memory of mine screamed out.

"Those shiny green eyes never once leave the serial killer's mind, day after days and he's still being haunted by those bright eyes. Until one day, he finally found a school where that green-eyed boy held his education. Having his own way with things like this, he was successes to mingle-in with the other students from that school. He watched the green-eyed boy from afar, learning about basically everything about him as he tried to find a way to get this green-eyed boy. As sick as this might sound, he planned a kidnap for this pretty boy. One way or another, he'll get this boy. The plan sorted really well after lots of days of being prepared until the day that he's been waiting for came and voila, he got the boy!" He finished it with a wide genuine smile. Instead of finding him cute or sweet, I found him even crazier than before.

Sick, he's actually sick.
I mean, c'mon! What kind of boy, that choose to kidnap someone he likes instead of actually getting to know the person he likes?

Oh, yeah... just one.
George Steffen Gresley Smith,
That's who. A boy that was overly insane until he's mad, a serial killer who is supposed to be cold-hearted but turns out falling in love with a boy that he just met once, not to mention just by accident.

Love at first sight.
I do believe on that thing, but is it even possible for a serial killer like him that has a heart that as cold as an ice and as hard as a stone?

It was all too much to process. All the information and the story that he just told me, it all seems irrational. But that smile he flashed me by the end of the story, somehow telling me that he was saying the truth, not just some kind of made-up story from his fantasy.

"Reece? Reece, are you okay?" He said, snapping me from my thought. I looked at him, staring deep into his icy blue eyes. He giggled again at my expression as he tidies up the first aid kid box.

"Lemme guess, you don't believe me, do you?" I keep my gaze on him but saying nothing. He giggled again before getting up from his seat.

"It's alright if you don't believe me, I got that. Finish your meal, there's something else that I need to do" He said suddenly with a flat tone. He stood up and walked away with the first aid kid. I do as told and quickly finish my meal.