A creepy Oneshot I wrote for Adam & Mark. I still like the thought of them as a couple, like in my other stories like "Waking Up The Devil" or "Silent Hill" for example. But I want to focus on them more in future besides Adam X Lawrence. I even started David X Strahm now. Hope you like this :)
I didn't know what was happening in the bathroom.
Everything suddenly became a place of blood and death. Blood red rust covered the walls, everything was dark...and I was alone. Alone and scared as I sat in the corner, trembling in fear. No...No...I don't want to think about it. I want to get out of here...out of this nightmare! Please...please god...let me wake up...
But it was not a dream, was it? Everything was very real. I can't help but wonder for a moment if perhaps I have died and have gone to hell.
This place seemed like hell...no...at least in hell you deserve your punishment, but this place...I don't deserve this.
My heart stops in my chest as the door opens with a squeak.
Jigsaw. Jigsaw was back.
'This is it...I am going to die...' I thought, tears filling my eyes.
But no. Who walks in was not Jigsaw.
It was a man, a man I have never seen before. He was human... Not Lawrence… But there was another one left like me here. I could feel his ice cold blue eyes resting on my face as I remained out of the corner. No longer could I take the pressure and I ran straight towards him, throwing my arms around him. I felt so secure...so at peace. Slowly I moved away, staring up into his face, he was not half bad looking I noted, forcing a smile onto my face.
His name was Mark. Mark Hoffman.
He removed the chain from my leg with his gun. Told me he was a detective. Then we had spoke to each other, but then suddenly he passed out. I was afraid and I helped him, placing his head on my lap carefully. He was in a coma for hours. I stroked his thick, waved and dark hair. Sometimes he cried out in his sleep. I noticed a tear escaping from his closed eye lids…
'He must be having a nightmare...' I thought. 'But what 'dream' could be worse then this nightmare that was taking place right now...this nightmare was real.'
Mark got ready to leave when he woke up. I wanted to grab him and pull him back to me. With him around I felt that no one could harm me. He offered me to come with him and said that he would do his best to protect me. I really wanted to go with him...but something in my mind said...'no...stay here Adam...' and so I did.
My mind trailed back to the basement. Mark had told me about it before he passed out. I had checked the place out, despite the fact I was scared to death...what was down there was bothering me ever since.
I must have been lost in my own thoughts for hours...because the clock which rested on the wall, and somehow still worked. It was 11:30 PM...god...please don't let it turn midnight. When I was younger I was scared so much of ghosts, and midnight. I know it was foolish...but...I had a fear of midnight all my life...it...it just seemed so evil. The last minute before the next day came, before this day would be gone forever.
Midnight always seemed to end things.
Maybe it would end this horror...