A/n- sorry this chapter is super short. Will update as soon as possible. i get atleast 5 reivews i will post a LONGER chapter.
ps: don't doubt that i wont.
Casey gasped and woke up. She looked around and sighed a happy relief. Thank god that dream didn't actually happen. She almost jumped out of her skin when she saw the Gun man Staring directly at her.
Casey gasped and jumped up. His eyes looked as if they were piercing through her soul.
" Why are you watching me?" Casey asked.
" You're interesting when you sleep" The guy scooted his chair closer.
" How" Casey asked. She felt a little uncomfortable at how close the guy was.
" You talked, and you started crying." The man said.
" Really? What did I say"? Casey questioned. He coughed and shifted himself in his chair.
" Something about that Sam guy" Casey drifted apart from what the guy was saying.
" It's not that I want her. I'm in love with her"
" Do you love me?" Casey said. Catching the guy of guard.
" Of course not. That's absurd. What made you think of that rubbish?" The guy said in an old English accent.
" It's just that I have a theory," He snorted.
" And what is your theory"
" That a man like you is after me because I never loved you. Or something to do with that" The guy was taken back and went speechless.
" I know who you are"
WITH SAM
The gunmen had come back to his room, but this time they had something in their hands.
" What is that?" Sam asked. His pulse rate was getting faster and faster.
" Just stuff" The person rolled out the mat in his hand. Uncovering Scissors, gauges, knives, salt, syringes etc' Sam nearly peed himself as he watched the person sharpen the knives.
" What are you doing?" Sam choked out.
" Something I should've done along time ago" The person walked up to Sam with a knife in their hand.
" Cmon. We can settle this out together" The person stopped walking. They cocked there head and said,
" I've tried to settle this out. I've tried for 3 years."
"Wha-tt" He gasped. The person laughed out loud.
" I've tried for 3 years. Do you want me to say that slower" Sam looked dumbfounded.
"Why won't you tell me dammit!" Sam yelled. The person jumped and backed away.
"Maybe I love to mess with your mind. " They said slowly.
"Well, I don't like it. I would like to see my murderers face before I die." Sam said with a pissed off look on his face. Sam said with a pissed off look on his face, at the same time he tried to move but his wrists were tied so tightly, it was impossible. But it didn't stop him. He kept moving his hands in hopes of making the rope loser. It only made his skin burn. He didn't show any emotion in his face and tried making it less obvious of what he was of a sudden the ropes did get loosen and they soon slid off.
The man was currently sharpening his other knives getting them especially ready for Sam. The man walked slowly up to him, took the knife and held it up to Sam's heart.
A/n- Sorry this chapter is super short. i didnt get much time on the computer =[ 5 reviewss