Where am I?
Home. My home.
Even though the hall was dark, I could tell where I was. It was all so familiar to me. As I limped to the office I didn't run into any other soul, instead I found small droplets of red on the floor leading to the office. The farther down the hall I went, the bigger the drops got till they began to smear and run as if someone had been dragged over them. My paws became sticky from the puddles, and squelched every time I stepped, but that only lasted for a while because it was drowned out by the sound of muffled cries and thudding. From right outside the doorway all I could see was the back of a tall figure looming over what seemed to be, a small child. The figure's shoulders shook with laughter as he pulled his leg back, only to swing it forward and make contact with the kid's chest. I stepped closer, almost an inch from the tall form, which I could now see resembled me in every aspect except for its oddly colored gold fur. The kid, a boy, was barely moving anymore. Firmly gripping the suit's shoulder and turning it over was my first thought, but part of me felt too scared. I felt this feeling before, and this scene seemed all too familiar. Instead I slowly slipped behind the corner just silently watching the familiar scene unfold.
The figure reached up and removed the head of the suit, then crouched down and softly cupped the boys chin, "Now, now, no need to cry, kid. I just want to have a bit of fun."
After dropping the boy's head, standing back up, and swiping his arm across the table top, knocking off all its contents, the figure slid out of the suit, showing a tall lanky man. He looked back down at the kid, grabbing the boy by his waist and sitting him on the small swivel chair, "There, there, now isn't this nice!? Now, I'm going to take off the rag from your mouth so you can breathe better, so be quite."
He smiled at the boy, but nothing about it looked friendly, and untied the cloth that covered his mouth. Immediately the boy started sobbing and yelling and the man's smile quickly turned to a frown as he grabbed a fistful of the boy's short hair slamming his face hard against the table top, again and again and again and again. The boy's face was drenched in his own blood and a few of his teeth had fallen off the table and laid next to his feet. The kid was no longer conscience or breathing. This seemed to upset the man and he let go of the kid's head, letting it slam onto the table.
"Damn, kid."
The man walked around the desk over to the back corner and grabbed an old torn up bag, reaching inside and pulling out a thick rolled up latex kit. Now that he was facing the door way, I could see his features clearly. His face looked scarred and hairy, with big bright purple eyes almost covered by his dark black hair.
I know those eyes.
I felt my body tense from the growing fear.
Where had I seen them before?
He placed the black kit on the table, opened it, and laid it out flat, revealing all the things inside. Knifes, small and big, long and short, thin and thick, just knifes, tons of knifes. In a single swift movement he grabbed the smallest knife and cut the ropes binding the boy's hands and legs. The man's head swiftly turned to the side as a thump came from the small closet door.
"Shut up in there!"
The man kicked the door silencing the muffled sounds coming from the inside.
"Kids now a day are so impatient, but you'll all get your turn."
He slid the biggest and thickest knife out of its strap and tossed it back and forth, "Well, I know a Chicken who would love to have your small, soft, little hands, but she'll have to wait. I already promised a bunny who would just adore your cute little face."
He quickly slammed the blade down on the boy's shoulder, red liquid splattering across his uniform. He drew the knife back and smiled, "A clean cut. My, My, practice really does make perfect…doesn't it, Freddy?"
The moment the blade connected with the boy's other shoulder so did our eyes. Fear consumed me completely when the blade was caught between the boys shoulder socket and the man turned the blade roughly, ripping it out. I turned my back to him and headed down the hall, not caring to look back or respond.
I'm scared. Please. Someone. I'm so scared.