* Sorry for the wait! I had some intense writer's block, but I'm pretty happy with how this chapter turned out! Hope you like it! READ AND REVIEW!
Logan struggled, screaming as he did so, "KENDALL! JAMES! CARLOS!"
Not expectant of an answer, he was never the less freaking out when he received no reply.
"If you could please calm down, Mr. Mitchell, this would be so much easier." The ghost drawled, pressing the cool, sharp blade to his forehead.
He struggled against the cuffs as the phantoms cackled, but they remained strapped just as tight as ever to his limbs. He prayed for a miracle. Though he knew in a place like this, those were extremely rare.
Kendall peered out of the crack of the door and his hand jumped to his mouth to withhold the gasp that nearly escaped his lips. A transparent being of some kind was walking absently around the room.
It was dressed in a hospital gown and it was covered in blood stains of opaque and various wounds. It would occasionally let out a hysterical roar of laughter before returning to it's rhythmless march. Kendall backed deeper into the closet and again nearly gasped.
Something sharp had pierced the back of his elbow. He rubbed the bleeding spot irritably and then the footsteps stopped, as did Kendall's heart for a moment.
He looked out through the tiny sliver of an opening between door and frame and saw the ghost looking around before staring directly at the closet. In a truely stupid, but still terrifyingly grave, monotone it said,
"Blood?"
Kendall backed away, though he knew it'd do no good. He crouched into a ball in the corner hoping he could pass out so to escape this horrible nightmare. The footsteps came closer to the closet and Kendall remained absolutely still. Muffled slightly from the seperation created by the door the voice said again,
"Blood?"
Kendall wiped the blood on his pant leg and pressed his thumb into the wound trying to staunch the bleeding. It wasn't heavy, but apparently the ghost knew it was there. The door opened, and light cascaded into the blackness, filling the closet with an eerie fluorescent glow. Kendall was hidden only by the shadows.
The figure drew closer and said again, "Blood?"
Then, to Kendall's horror, it caught his eye and knelt down in front of him and said taking his elbow, "Blood?"
"Uh...Uh-huh." Kendall said, petrified.
"Blood!" The ghost shrieked and pulled Kendall to his feet by his arm and with surprising strength, threw him out of the closet and across the room.
Kendall fell into a table, which collapsed under him. He pushed the debris off of him as the phantom glided towards him moaning,
"BLOOD!"
He crawled backwards, not daring to turn his back on it he spotted something crimson out of the corner of his eye. A bloody rag, blackened with age he picked it up somewhat disgusted and waved it nervously before the ghost.
"Blood." Kendall said gesturing to it.
"Blood?"
"Yeah, blood." Kendall said and threw the rag into the closet.
The spector soared after it almost inquiring, "Blood?"
Kendall took the chance and ran for it. Out into the hallway he fled, skidding to a halt at the end of the corridor he took off down the next one and heard a familiar voice. It was screaming. He ran towards the source of it and heard his name being screamed,
"KENDALL! CARLOS! JAMES! GUYS! HELP ME!"
It was Logan.
Logan lay trembling against the metal surface of the operating table as the knife was pressed against his forehead. The ghost applied just a bit more force and Logan winced as pain seared across his head, blood escaped the wound and he bit back a yelp.
"LOGAN?"
That was Kendall's voice.
"LOGAN!" Kendall screamed.
"KENDALL! IN HERE!" Logan screamed back, "KENDALL HELP I-"
The ghost hastily stuffed a towel in his mouth to shut him up and Logan glared at them, struggling to speak through a mouthful of cloth.
And Kendall was there. Standing terrified in the doorway, he saw the ghosts turn towards his friend.
"Kendall-" Logan tried, though the cloth held tight.
One of the ghosts then snapped and the other went for Kendall.
The first flipped over the operating table sending Logan with it, crashing to the floor with about a eighty pounds of metal going with him.
"LOGAN?" Kendall yelled as he fought of his own attackers, "ARE YOU OKAY?"
No response.
"HELLO?" James called, his voice hoarse as this was what he'd been doing for the passed hour.
He struggled uselessly against the strap when he remembered something and could've slapped himself for having forgotten.
He slowly slipped his index finger and thumb into his left jeans pocket, cursing his sexily (is that even a word? It should be...) tight pants, he finally extracted a Cuda razor.
Now, you may be wondering, why on Earth does James have a razor in his pocket? Well long story short, he was in a rush this morning, his lucky comb was in his shoe so, you get the idea he probably just shoved it in there on the way out the door anyways...
He immediately went to work hacking at the leather. Within five minutes he was free. He tore off down the hallway, with no particular destination in mind until he heard the shouts of his friends. It was Kendall and Logan...
His heart nearly stopped when he found them, Logan was lying, unconscious beneath an operating table and Kendall was fighting against two phantoms with surgeon's tools.
James breathed in and out, in and out, he couldn't pass out again. He had to help his friends. Taking up all the courage he could muster and he ran at the horrible sight, knowing no other options.
OH SHIT! ANOTHER cliffhanger? I'm in a cliff-hanging kind of mood today so... Haha, more fun to come hope you all had a lovely Halloween. CHAPTER 5 SHOULD BE UP TOMORROW! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!