Chapter 10 – Clawing my way out.

(Warning blood again.)

I awoke, warms tears still falling down my soaking wet face. I was back in my cell lying in a cold puddle which was dyed red thanks to the blood from my mouth. I was too busy being angry to notice, the only thing in my mind was anger for those stupid dick heads. They made me forget everything I knew by gassing me at what was supposed to be my birthday party, those back stabbing idiots. Plus what did they do with all my weapons? If they hadn't of taken them all I might still be a healthy human being living in a shack, not to mention Vicky would eventually come back and tell me what had happened anyway. To be honest it was probably only a matter of time till Slender man's house hold had to face Vicky and anyone she managed to round up, she knew that this world was down the well anyway. All I had to do was stay here in my cold wet cell and wait for some awesome blood soaked hero's to come and save my ass. Maybe whoever the hero's turned out to be could give me back my favourite weapon, that would really make my day.

"Good morning kitten!" Jane's voice chirped cutting through my heavenly daydream about my beloved cleaver. "Are you feeling better today?" She asked through the old rusty bars that held me captive.

"I guess." I muttered, flinching in pain as I moved my cheeks for the first time since they were cut.

"Ah it seems your mouth is a bit sore still, that's a shame as I was hoping to do your second operation today and now I can't do it." Jane replied pouting and looking down at a dirty sheet of paper she had with her.

"What's that?"

"It's a list of all the surgery you'll have to undergo to be one of us sweetie. Don't worry once it's all done I'll move you to a nicer room, well if you survive that is."

"If I survive?"

"Yeah moving some of your insides around is a risky experiment."

"But you promised Jack and Jeff that you wouldn't kill me."

"How well they know your dead? They dumb men they don't even know the difference between a corpse and a mannequin. Anyway I'll see you tomorrow kitten, I have work to do on the other shits around here." The dark haired girl walked of after giving me one of her signature smirks, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I slowly stood up, still feeling a little light headed from loss of blood. I needed to get out of here, I didn't want those monsters cutting into me and rearranging my insides. I looked back down at the bones and old can I had to work with, desperately trying to come up with something no matter how unlikely it was to work. Maybe I should just try to kick down the door to the cage, its rusty and old surely I'm strong enough to break it down. I positioned myself in front of the cage doors, ready to kick it down when I heard a loud bang from a room above me. I almost had a heart attack at how it broke the long silence that had fallen throughout all the cellars.

"I want to see her, I can't trust you! Show me she's alive!" I heard someone shouting. I heard another voice reply to the angry voice but they were too quiet to hear. I quickly tuned out of the conversation, while the argument was happening people were less likely to hear me trying to kick down the door. I kicked at the door, making it creak loudly but mainly just making my foot really hurt. I hissed in frustration kicking the door with my other foot, also with no response other than my own pain. I stopped for the sake of my feet, sitting back down on the floor in defeat, defeat to an old rusty cell door. It was useless trying to kick down a steel door, even if it was old and rusty. This also dissolved my theory of getting out through the bared window that was probably as strong as the door of not stronger.

"Why did this happen to me." I whispered out loud, letting myself cry in defeat. "I tried so hard to do the right things but all that's ever happened to me is shit! I've lost everything to psychotic murderers! Why couldn't I have a normal life like most girls my age? I should be in a playground playing tag with my friend's, having fun sleepovers and watching stupid romantic comedies, not rotting away in a cold dark cell, loosing every ounce of sanity I had left."

"You watching romantic comedies? Yeah like that would ever happen!" A voice said from behind me. I spun round only to face a very familiar face floating in front of my own.

"Vicky!" I almost shrieked throwing my arms around the demon, happy to see someone who didn't want to mutilate me.

"When I asked you to promise not to die, I didn't mean it was okay to get captured by really evil psychos and let them carve into your face." The demon teased pretending to be angry at me.

"How did you get here?"

"I came down the well, with Alice."

"Alice?"

"Yeah she was the only help I could manage to find but she has awesome pink hair!" I almost face palmed, of course the really evil demon would be excited over and human girl with bright pink hair.

"Where is she?"

"Up top, her and the others are trying to get down here, though that white haired bitch is trying to send us away saying that you're her kitten know or something like that."

"Jane that dark haired psycho, im not a kitten and if I was I would totally be your kitten! I would have the coolest owner ever then!" I said trying to smile before flinching in pain and deciding not to smile.

"Well I better get this open and give you back your claws." Vicky said zapping the door making it swing open with a loud creak. She then smiled at me while making my beloved cleaver appear out of thin air. I didn't holding back my smile not even caring about the pain, now I had back my weapon I could kick some serious butt.

"Those bitches are gonna get it now!" I almost cackled running past the other cells ready to tear done the demons that had ruined my face. I climbed the stairs with ease, finding myself in the middle of a battle field between the back stabbing family and my kidnappers. It took me a second to decide which set of people I wanted to kill first, though I really knew I didn't have much of a choice. I searched for one deathly pale face and those uncaring black eyes I had grown to despise over the last few days. I found the woman duelling with the famous killer she modelled my face after. I was almost too overjoyed that she seemed too engrossed in their battle to notice anything else giving me the perfect chance to gut that bitch.

I sped past all the various people fighting, my vicious blue eyes not ever leaving my target. The closer I got the faster and stronger I felt ready to kill her off in one swift blow. To my dismay the girl noticed me as I was seconds away lashing out at me as the two of us connected, my cleaver slicing through her stomach. Blood flew out of the woman and me, splattering the floor of the mansion and startling quite a few people who had previously been fighting. I felt stinging pain in my side as Jane fell to the floor choking out blood as she did so. Luckily I was too close for her use her knife properly, so she only managed to scrap my side, which I could easily walk off.

"Fuck yes!" Jeff cried smiling at me before he turned to face the black and red demon that was the main cause of this fight.

"Well I must say I didn't ever think our little innocent kitten would kill her own owner, but it does make you much more precious." Zalgo said smirking at me, his hungry red eyes meeting with my blue ones.

"Fuck you." I said calmly letting my old emotionless mask take the place of any emotions I was to feel until I was far away from this place.

"Well I think we're done here you should go home." Everyone went silent. Wasn't he supposed to be keeping me here against my will not letting me go because I killed his bitch? Yet the demon just walked away, clearly not bothered about any of us going free. So we just left like he said to, there was nothing else we could do.

I just knew that in the future this decision was going to fit into his final plan.