Yaaayyy thanks as always for the reviews Okay I have no idea where this idea came from…But it scared me a little writing it, so be warned…Hope it's okay!
The phone rang and Danny awoke from his daydream, darting out of the room and down the hallway. Then, panting slightly, he answered. He heard a raspy voice on the other end that sent shivers down his spine.
"Enjoying my lickle Harry are we Danny?" The voice asked quietly.
Danny didn't answer, he didn't know what to say, not to mention the fact he physically could not form any sound. The voice scared him a lot even after hearing only a few words.
"Cat got your tongue Danny? Or should I say dog, how is old Bruce these days?" The voice continued after a moment or two of silence.
Danny's hand shook as he held the receiver. He gulped and winced when he heard the laugh that followed.
"Awwh is Danny Jones scared of big bad me?" The voice started with almost a joking quality but it soon turned cold and evil, "Well you ought to be scared of me Danny boy. You see, I know where you live." As soon as the words were said the phone cut off; leaving Danny standing in the hall, with the receiver in his hand, body shaking in fear.
Then there was a knock at the door towards the other end of the house, past the room where the others were, and as soon as Danny heard it the hairs on the back of his neck rose. Yet, he couldn't formulate any words of warning to shout at his friend, as Tom quickly ran to open it. He dropped the phone when he saw the body of a man fling itself on to his friend and the pair tumble to the ground. There was grunting and the noise of skin connecting with skin until, suddenly, the man stood up, leaving Tom lying on the ground. The man lifted his head, cold eyes connecting with Danny's across the hall, and then he turned around, locking the front door shut from the inside.
There was a second, just one small second, where the man had his back to Danny. Danny could have run, could have run and hid somewhere in the house, hell, he could have run to his mobile and called for help. But he didn't. He stood, glued to the spot, trembling from head to toe, he worried about the state of Tom, and he worried about what was going to happen. His mind was in overdrive. He was still glued completely to the spot when the man once again moved towards Tom: Tom who had awoken from his daze and started to weakly try and claw himself away from the attacker.
Tom who had opened his eyes to see the body of a man in front of him had tried his best to get away but was struck with horror as his feet were grabbed. He clawed at the carpet, trying to grip something, anything, that would get him away from the evil man that now had a hold of him. He was completely at the man's mercy when he saw the fist coming at his face, and then he knew no more.
Danny had watched it all with horror filled eyes. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime he managed to make his body move. That was when he made his biggest mistake yet, "Dougie lock the door. Don't come out Dougs." He shouted as he charged towards the intruder, flinging the full force of his body into the man, making them both tumble, crashing to the ground. There he tried his best to wrestle for dominance but he couldn't win. He couldn't get a grip on the quick moving arms that had soon formed a choke hold around his neck. He saw his vision getting more blurry until it all faded into a black chasm.
Dougie, who had heard the commotion, ran to the door, watching with terror as he saw his friends being beaten. Tom, who looked unconscious and Danny, who was fighting to stay conscious - given the arms squeezing his neck. Dougie wanted to help them but he knew that he had to try and protect himself and Harry whilst also getting help from somewhere. So quickly and as silently as he could, he pushed the door shut as carefully as he could, even though the noise of it clicking probably wouldn't be heard over the sound of Danny grunting with pain. From there he locked it shut with the bolt and walked backwards, almost watching as if the door was about to unlock itself, until his body connected with the bed. Then he remembered about Harry. Turning to look at his friend he saw him looking with a fearful expression at something contained in his palm. He never had chance to ask what it was when he heard a loud scraping from the hallway. His body shook as he listened to grunting and moaning from behind the door. After a few terror filled moments there was a second or two of silence.
Then there was banging on the door. BANG BANG BANG. BANG BANG BANG.
"I know you're in there baby. Just tell your buddy Dougie to be a nice little boy and kneel down or else I'll hurt your friends out here. All I want is you. Lickle Harry Judd." The voice slithered through the gaps in the door and Dougie's heart pounded in his chest. He could imagine the owner of that voice to be a terrifying man. Quickly his head turned to face Harry, waiting, pleading with eyes to not do as the man asked.
"Come on now Harry. You don't want me to hurt your innocent little friends do you? Come on baby, open the door, and let me see you." The voice continued to purr from the other side of the door.
When Harry didn't move there was another BANG. Dougie whimpered in terror, amazed at the fact that the whole time it had been happening, Harry hadn't moved a muscle.
From the other side of the door Dougie listened, and could only imagine what was happening when he heard scraping and clattering. Then he heard the heaving: he knew the man was doing something to his friends and he was powerless to stop it.
After what felt like a life time the noises stopped, until all was silent again. But then, the sound of metal clunked off the door. Piercing noises broke the airwaves and suddenly the door gave way. The man on the other side was finally revealed.
His hair hung loosely around his neck, greasy, dark brown strands with grey roots. A scratchy stubble covering his lower face, black pores outlining his nose and cheeks. A malicious, yellow toothed smile, glared at Dougie. Eyes that were almost black stared at Dougie: unblinking and unmoving.
A terror unlike any he had ever experienced held Dougie and he didn't even put up a fight when the body came at him, hitting him on the head with a weapon. Then, with no thoughts in his unconscious mind, he crumpled to the floor like a leaf falling from an autumn tree.
"Hiya Harry." The man smiled manically. "You be a good little boy and sit there while I see to your friends. Don't run away now because you know I'll find you and I will hurt your friends then. But stay there like a good boy and your friends will be fine, after all, they never killed my daughter, did they?" After that the man raised a yellow nailed hand to his mouth, pressed it to his lips and blew a kiss across the room to Harry. Then he bent down and took a hold of Dougie's arms, dragging him from the room, not caring when he bashed his dead-weight feet off the doorframe.
He took Dougie to where he'd put Danny and Tom. He proceeded to tie his hands tightly behind the back of the chair that he had been place on. Then, once that knot was secure, tied his feet to the chair legs too, and finally placing a gag in his mouth, the man stood back to observe the three boys he had captured. All of them either unconscious or dead; he didn't really care.
With that he took one last sweeping look and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him and locking it with the key he knew was hidden under the shelf by the light switch.
He proceeded back to where he had left Harry and was elated to find him still sat in the same position.
"Aren't you a good boy huh Harry?" The man said as he took a seat on the bed next to him. He lifted his hand up until it connected with Harry's hair. He rubbed his dirty hand through it and leaned it, licking a stale-breathed tongue along Harry's face. The whole time Harry didn't move a muscle. He let it happen. Maybe this way it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe this way it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe this time it wouldn't be so fucking bad.
Wow. As weird as it is gonna sound I really enjoyed writing that chapter! :/ Does this make me weird? I think it was just refreshing to get away from the crying and stuff for a bit. But I don't know where it came from. Maybe because I watched Hide and Seek the other day…Who knows? Anyways, I'm gonna upload the next chapter today if I can, as I don't really want to leave any of you traumatised. But yeah, erm, please please let me know what you thought of this chapter, it's definitely the most daring one I've ever published. Thanks! xx