OMG OMGOMGOMG I AM SO, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY THIS CAME OUT SO FREAKING GOSH DARN LATE ! DX U ALL HAVE THE RIGHT TO YELL AT ME AND THROW THINGS AT ME FOR MY ABSENCE !

School started Sept 4th, went to Algonquin Park for 4 days last week, and I've had barely any time on the PC when my Lil bro played Roblox from the time he gets home to the time its time to go to bed !

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Chapter 21

The familiar aged surroundings passed by through my window at a moderate speed. My elbow rested against the metal sill as we drove down the free way through a large field. Looking back, the buildings of the city were sinking into the horizon the further we went.

Sighing out of boredom, Sam sat next to me with a pillow under his head and he leaned back and sunk his body down far enough so he could fold his legs up against the seat in front of him in a curled up position. Pulling out my sketch book from my backpack on the floor, I took out my pencil and started to flip though my previous drawings. Some were composed of my dreams and others out of my imagination.

The main dreams I sketched about were of scattered memories from my childhood. In my world I knew he was dead, but in my mind and heart, he lived on healthy and strong. By looking around his deformality, we grew up, graduated, and went to collage together. Never leaving each others side, we lived out lives to the fullest; happy and free.

But only when the painful truth hit me back like a truck full of bricks did it all crumble away back into the dark corners of my mind, and replaced with reality nightmares.

His terrifying screams and cries for help echoed without end, and were to forever remind me of the tragic, permanent, past.

Sucking in a deep breath, I cleared my mind with some meditational breathing, and smiled to myself once I was settled, mentally and spiritually soothed.

Opening my crust covered eyes, I felt instantly cold. Looking down, I saw I was covered in dirt and forest debris. I also had a large scrape on my knee and several bruises and cuts covering my legs and arms. My nightgown was tattered and torn; the hem and arm cuff's ripped to pieces. The once striking white now a dusty brown with mud splats near the middle and covered at the bottom. The fabric was damp and in some places see through.

I lifted myself off of what I was laying down upon. It was an old rusty metal bed with a filthy old looking mattress and tattered blankets. Now taking the time to look around, I saw I wasn't in my own house, but what looked like a cave. There were grates and hooks everywhere. Hanging on the ceiling were what looked like small silver bells, all hung in rows on a red string. They looked like they lead to outside somewhere how they went through the dirt walls.

Swinging my legs around to the floor, the moment my feet hit the ground, a small snap sound popped from my ankle, and a searing pain shot up my leg. I cried out loudly, and yanked my legs upward to my chest. My hands hugged my foot where it hurt, and my teeth gritted together to stop from screaming. I had sprained my ankle, and from the feel of it, it was recent, and bad. The joint was a shade of purple and the area around it was warm and swollen. Even moving it a slight bit would make me wince and hiss. When my hands shot out to it, the loud jingling of metal rang through the small room, and something cold rubbed against my sore wrist. Looking down, I saw a large thick cuff locked around it, the long chain drooping down, and the second cuff connected to the bed post. A large gasp filled my lungs, and I started to pull and yank on the chain. Looking closer, I saw the cuffs lock was rusted shut from the inside. Looking in the one on my wrist, it was in the same condition.

I was trapped.

Hysteria creeping up onto me, I started to hyperventilate and panic. I started to pull on the chain like it was a tug of war game, only when my ankle started to burn did I stop. A loud cry escaped my dry throat, and I hugged my leg again. The pain was overwhelming and I collapsed onto my side, the rusty springs protesting loudly as my weight slammed onto them. I curled up into a half fetal position and hissed repeatedly, instinctively applying more pressure to my grasp. A single silver tear slipped out of the corned of my eye, and ran down the side of my face.

As if on queue, a loud bang erupted from down the passageway opening on the other side of the room, followed by a heavy thump, and a resounding bang.

What the hell was that?!

Shooting my head up towards the sound, my eyes locked onto the dust filled opening, the faint rays of light that shone from down the hall flickered as an anonymous, large figure carried itself closer to where I laid. The shadows danced along the opposite wall next to me, and whatever was coming, it was getting dangerously closer. I felt my breath hitch inside my throat, and my body freeze out of fear. Too terrified to even try and hide myself under the thin sheets – even though knowing it would have been pointless – all I could have done was sit there, and wait defenselessly for whatever to come through that opening.

A few minuets of more thundering footsteps later, the large, hulking shape filled the doorway with intimidating status. I couldn't believe how big the stranger was. His large football player like shoulders nearly touched door frame to door frame. A very familiar hunter's jacket and black pants. Looking up to his face, that same hockey mask covered his calloused head.

My eyes widened upon seeing him up close for the first time again in years. He looked a lot bigger than he did all those years ago. Only the only different thing now was that his usual tan hunting jacket was splattered with a deep crimson substance, and a faint metallic scent illuminated off of him. The smell made me sick, and I had to cover my nose with the sleeve of my gown. I squeezed my eyes shut, but a voice inside me told me not to let him out of my sight, so I obeyed as best as I could, regardless of the pain within my foot.

He tilted his head seeing me in this state. Filthy and Broken, I stared p at him in confusion and fear. He just stood there, filling the doorway, staring back at me. I was wondering what was going on through his head.

Did he want to hurt me?

Was he curious?

Did he see something I didn't?

Like he was reading my thoughts, he started to advance towards me, closing the space between us. So caught up in my own thoughts, I never registered him when he stood in front of me, inches away from my face.

When my mind finally snapped back to reality, my eyes snapped up and met with his onyx black eye holes. A bolt of fear shot through me, and my body launched itself backwards. My back slammed into the grate behind me, and a loud clashing bang echoed through the tunnels. My head hit against it. I cried out in pain, and grinded my teeth together, hissing in. I slid back down the metal grate and back down onto the mattress, my hand cradling the back of my skull. I could feel a faint, small bump start to rise under my scalp. Shutting my eyes shut once more, I never saw him when his body started to loom over me like an old willow. His eyes seemed to be focused on something.

I raised my chin to the sky, giving my hand more access to the injury, exposing my neck to him foolishly. Little did I know that that man could have slashed it wide open, and splatter the objects around us with scarlet. Clearly, I have not watched many horror movies in my lifetime.

With my head hurt, I opened my eyes weakly. My sights were blurry, everything looked blurred together. I felt something cool and rough brush against my neck skin. The sudden contact caused my eyes to blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision. A large black blob hovered over me. Looking down, I saw its arm down by my chest. Looking down more, I saw its hand holding my pendent. A surge of anger flowed through me, and I shot up, clashing my forehead with his mask in the process. The sudden move and collision surprised him to an extent where he fell backwards, and landed on his tail bone. I sat on my knees tall and held my locket tightly in my grasp. Nobody touched that without my say so, now that I knew Pamela was dead.

Nobody!

A low groan – which sounded more like a growl – rumbled in his throat. He shook his head relieving himself from being disorientated for a moment, and shot his piercing gaze up at me from his place in the dirt.

"Nobody touches this! It was a gift!" I snarled at him, tightening my grip.

This time, he growled, and rose up to his feet faster than I could blink, and his hand wrapped around my throat. A horrified scream tore through me, and I clawed at his huge wrist, and tried to pry him off. But I noticed something. He didn't use enough pressure so I couldn't breathe, but enough to make a point across, like he was saying 'I can touch what I want, when I want!' Just thinking about him saying that made my mind take it to a whole different level, and a faint blush spread on my cheeks, and I crossed my legs out of instinct. He completely disregarded this, and continued to stare down into me. His gaze was terrifying, like looking into the eyes of a demon. I could feel terrified tears start to break the dam in my eyes, as I started to sob out of pure fear, my words coming out in pathetic whimpering bubbles.

"Pl-please! D-Don't h-urt m-m-me!"

If I looked deep enough into his masks eye holes, I could have sworn I saw him roll his eyes at me, like he heard this kind of thing all the time. Was this a regular thing he did, take young girls down to some kind of basement, and torture them…or worse!

I tightened the cross in my legs, and held them close to my body, whimpers racking through my chest.

The man tilted his head as if in concern. His grip on my neck loosened, his palm slid down my neck, and his fingertips grazed over my collar bones. My whimpers quieted, and I looked up at him. His gaze seemed to be gentler, and he didn't feel as violent and scary as much anymore. I tilted my head a fraction curious as to what had just ran through his mind.

Did he finally realize how much pain I was in now?

The back of my head started to throb a little, my ankle was still swelled, and now the back of my throat was sore from crying; swallowing burning the tender flesh.

His hand that was now resting on my shoulder slid to the right of my chest, and down to where my pendent hung. Too scared to make him any angrier, I closed my eyes tightly, and a small whine forced its way through. His head shot up to see me. I curled my shoulders upwards like I was trying to inch away from him, feeling uncomfortable. He didn't really seem to care about what I felt at this moment, his attention was locked onto my locket once again. His thick fingers wrapped around he sides, and he pressed the small button. The cover slowly swung open as if it were in slow motion, and a searing, blinding white light beamed out, and everything started to break away from its intensity.

I opened my eyes a millisecond before everything was gone, and saw the masked man, reaching out to me like in a desperate attempt to make me stay with him.

Eyes full of sadness…

And betrayal.

I WILL TRY TO GET THE NEXT CHAPTER UP SOONER THAN LAST TIME DX