shywerido

Warning: Several curse words (only two I believe). -----        Another rasping sound of distress got past my lips, my body thrashing again in a desperate attempt to stop him from securing me to the metal chair. My other hand was forced down and wound with sticky tape. I clenched my hands into fists on the chilling armrests, feeling the tacky substance cling to my wrists and hold me in place. Anger bubbled with in my chest, sending warmth flooding through my limbs and firing up my mind. With a quick snort, I kicked forward with my foot. The toe of my shoe connected with something soft, earning me a pleasing hiss of pain.        Never mind

        Slumped against the wall, Hoody panted a bit as he faced Alex Kralie, his glowering brown-eyed glare completely visible now that his mask was at his feet. He hadn't expected the sneak attack, to be pushed down the stairs from behind. He didn't expect to get into a fist fight. He knew Alex had already freed himself and killed Jay, but he hadn't expected Alex to find him so easily. Clearly he was waiting for him, ready to ambush him the second he arrived. It worked. His entire body was sore and battered now, the fall and subsequent fight having taken its toll on him. As he glared Alex reached into his pocket and pulled out something dar

        A sigh left my lips as I watched Abbey drive off, realizing just how far I had already walked into the warehouse to guarantee the killer would leave Abbey alone. The shadows seemed to be closing in, my eyes enlarging to struggle in the dim light. Every muscle in my body tensed, my hands already deep in my jacket pockets. The fingers curled tight around the little can of mace and the handle of the taser. I was hardly breathing.        I willingly walked in here… I couldn’t believe it…        I was willingly walking into probable death…        The chance of survival in this dark unknown place was astonishingly

 You stared up at the face of your new... Tutor. There was silence before he spoke. “You m-must be… Babe?” He asked, arching a brow. You nodded, following after him like a lost puppy to a room in the home; figuring he was Toby. “Ch-ch-ch-ch-choose your weapon I-I guess.” He mumbled, watching you move to choose your weapon among the wall of many, many choices. You felt that feeling take ahold of you again, a big grin appearing on your face. You then shook your head and cleared the feeling. Your eyes quickly found your weapon of choice, picking it up and testing the weight of it in your hands. It

 Two very faint voices could be heard as you floated back to consciousness, your eyes open blinked multiple times. You quickly adjusted to the dark, your body seizing up in fear at the dark figure that towered over you. A cold, raspy German male accent hit your ears, "Vhat is your name child?" You looked up at the figure, the very marrow in your bones chilling as you realised the creature had no face. How? How was this ghoulish figure able to speak to you? How was he able to speak to you with no mouth? "Zhat is currently none of your concern." He snapped as if he had read your mind, "I vill ask again." "Vhat. Is. Your. Name?"

        After many successful nights and successful fixes, the job was finally going smoothly. I followed the rules, obeyed the orders, fixed mechanics, made it out alive every night…        Tonight was just another night, another semi-boring night.        I let out a quiet breath, putting my feet up on the familiar desk and leaning back in the swivel chair. My little fan was set on low, moving the air sluggishly past my face. I closed my eyes, regretting binge-reading all the manuals… I had nothing to do now! I sighed with exaggeration, feeling like a little kid. This job could be so boring… sometimes the creatures never