Claustrophobia chapter two
I'm sorry it's late; I was down my Nan's for a week. Thanks to invader13panda, pigeonattack, Shnizel, and SymetricallyObsessed for being great people and for helping me get more of my stories up! Love ya guys.
'Thoughts'
"Speaking"
Lalala = Past
Lalala = Present
Last time; Wing opened his eyes and nearly screamed, standing there, was the man who changed everything, standing there was the man who kidnapped Wing and nearly killed him. . .
The small Wing opened his eye and looked around, the ceiling was white and so were all of the walls, 'Hospital?' Wing thought but he soon realised that it wasn't. Instead of life support machines and other things he saw whips and knifes and even a chainsaw, all stained in blood. Wing shivered and his eyes focused on the door as it opened, standing there, was a man in his late thirty's, pale white skin, dark eyes and even darker hair. A scar ran from his left eye to his right cheek, and the man grinned wickedly, showing his mainly rotten teeth and gums. Wing's eyes widened as the man started to walk towards him, seeing how scared Wing was made the man grin again.
"Looks like we got ourselves a pretty one" a voice echoed around the room, Wing said nothing, watching the man pick up a baseball bat and swing it down right next to Wing's head earning a scream in which he soon regretted making. The man smiled and lifted up the bat again and swung it down onto Wing's lower leg, he screamed in pain as he heard to bone snap and shatter. Once again the man lifted up the bat and swung down but this time instead of Wing's legs, he swung it down onto Wing's spine, grinning like a sadist he was as the bone snapped loudly.
The pain had been too much for the little Wing and the tear rolled down his face like a waterfall. It didn't help that the man's smile was like death's face it's self. Before long, Wing's mind had gone blank with all the pain and suffering, and just before the darkness swallowed him, he heard the first of many evil laughs of his capture.
Wing watched as the man walked closer, the only thing he could do was watch. He watched as the man lifted the bat, and swung it back down making his whole go a blinding white to a sudden jet black. . .