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Chapter 24.
Namette drop the purple bag Namette had been packing (courtesy of some unfortunate soul Jack had jumped, as Namette could tell by the name "Courtney" stitched to the front), the moment Namette feel a large hand covering Nametter mouth and nose with a rag. Namette fleetingly remember to not breathe in, but as Namette struggle Namette panic, kicking at whatever is holding Namette, clawing at the hand. Namette breathe in to cry out... the world tilts on its axis and Namette're gone.
Namette wake up to a dark room. The sound of water, or something, dripping in the far reaches of the darkened space filters to Nametter barely functioning ears, which are trying to wake up from whatever Namette had been given to black out. Namette feel like Nametter head is full of cotton and clouds, fuzzy and distant. Namette can't really comprehend fully what is going on and thinking too hard is making Namette dizzy. Namette decide to stay quiet and relaxed, pretend Namette're still asleep, while Nametter brain reboots.
A few seconds later Namette discern that Namette are currently alone and try to move Nametter arms. Namette take a few moments to recognize that Nametter hands aren't moving like Namette wish them to and it takes Namette a few moments more to notice that they're tied down to the chair Namette seem to be sitting on. Nametter butt hurts, Nametter arms are almost asleep and Nametter mouth tastes like ashes. Namette're not quite sure what happened but Namette really don't like the situation Namette're currently in.
Struggling Namette manage to lift Nametter head an inch, the movement making Nametter already spinning head spin even more, and take in the candles at Nametter feet. The light flickering on the ground, cast by the candles, throw large shadows over each other, while illuminating the vicinity closest to Namette... and something else... a pentagram on the floor in... something shiny. Nametter nose is clogged up and Namette really are glad Namette don't have to smell the room, it looks like something that would be quite unpleasant on the olfactory senses.
Namette finally manage to force Nametter head up completely and startle at the presence of a tall, dark haired man in front of Namette.
A tall man Namette recognize barely in the flickering light.
"M-Markus?" Namette stutter with a raspy voice, eyes locked on the familiar face. He's thinner somehow than Namette remembered, his eyes a dark brown that remind Namette of coals. Namette might just be imagining it though, the lights playing tricks on Nametter brain. He takes a step closer, careful not to step on any of the multiple lines Namette now see in the darkness surrounding Namette. Namette seem to be in the middle of some ritualistic drawing on the floor, some white sand like things on the floor, which Namette assumed was salt, surrounding Nametter chair in a circle. Markus takes extra precaution not to disturb this extra line of defense. Namette want to snort but Nametter head is pounding. Instead Namette turn pleading eyes onto the tall figure in front of Namette.
"Markus, please, please, Namette have to help me. I was kidnapped and I need... I have to get out of here. I don't know what's going on!" Nametter voice is a frenetic whisper and his eyes, Namette notice, lower in sadness.
What was going on? Remembering Jacks story Namette shake Nametter head, the movement making Nametter head throb.
"I'm sorry Namette, I can't... the demon is inside Namette, we need to get it out. This is the only way." he murmurs, running a hand through Nametter [H/C] hair. Namette had wished that Jacks story had just been his overactive imagination, that it was safe with him.
"Wait Markus, what demon? What are Namette talking about? What is all this?" Namette tug on the rope around Nametter form, happy to notice that the rope isn't tightly bound, giving leeway. Maybe playing the fool would give Namette some time, buy some credibility with the tall man. How long had Nametter father been spinning stories for him to listen to?
Namette almost grin in victory as Markus moves behind Nametter chair, untying Namette from Namette bonds, his words though making the smile falter.
"We need Namette to cooperate, Namette, for Nametter own good. We really don't want anyone to be hurt here." he says quietly, before slowly pushing Namette towards the small light source in the far end of the room. Namette stumble a bit as Nametter legs remember how to work, Markus quickly wrapping a hand around Nametter elbow to keep Namette from falling. Namette mumble a thank Namette as he helps Namette move.
"So, are Namette letting me go?" Namette question silently, eyes fixed on the floor willing Nametter legs to move... one foot, then the other, left, right, left, right.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that, but if Namette cooperate it'll be over without an effort, no pain, no repercussion, nothing. Namette think Namette can do that? For both of us?" he asks, voice soft. His eyes however show fear, asking for forgiveness, begging for Nametter cooperation. Namette would like to say yes.
"I can't say yes without knowing what it is Namette need of me. What should I do?" Namette ask. Namette don't say yes. Namette couldn't. For all Namette know Nametter cooperation would mean Nametter death, or Jacks. Where was Jack? Was he ok? Worry builds in Namette and Nametter eyes rake of the room, but seeing no one else in the darkened space Namette turn to the only person who would be able to provide Namette answers.
"Where's Jack?" Namette hiss, pulling on Nametter elbow which Markus just hold more tightly.
"First, let's give Namette some answers shall we?" and he pushes Namette lightly into a bathroom, throwing a small stick in with Namette. A stick? What the hell? Namette look around, eyes searching for a window, a door, a vent, anything to help Namette leave. Namette find nothing. Apart from a small toilet and a sink the room is barren. Namette sigh. Namette proceed to take a few gulps of the water to calm Nametter aching throat, then blow Nametter nose to rid Nametterself of the mucus that had built itself from the cold, just to notice that Nametter nose just closed itself off again. Namette look around the room again, eyes falling on the stick. Eyes narrowed, Namette bend over holding onto the wall for support, still shaky, and pick up the stick. Nametter eyes go wide.
What in the ever loving world was this supposed to be? Was this a joke? No surely not, no one would go this far. The pregnancy test in Nametter hand shakes as Namette look at the door.
Markus had to be kidding.
"Let me out Markus!" Nametter fist bangs on the door, rustling following the banging.
"Are Namette done?"
"NO! Markus, let me out this instant, I swear I will murder Namette if Namette don't!" Namette groan, hand falling limply to Nametter side.
"Namette, listen... this is for Nametter best. We already know the answer... we did the blood test while Namette were out, I just thought... well, maybe if Namette did it Nametterself..." his voice fades away from the other side of the door and Nametter eyes fall onto the test again.
Namette didn't want a kid, Namette didn't want to be pregnant. Namette still had years in front of Namette before even the mere thought would be deemed appropriate. And anyways, the only person who could have... gotten Namette pregnant... was Jack. And he wasn't human, he just wasn't. No human would be like him, no eyes and still able to see, sharp teeth, grey skin and a constant craving for human organs. He was no human. If anything Namette agreed with Nametter father on that, he was more a demon than anything else.
But what if? What if he really did manage to knock Namette up? Put a bun in Nametter oven?
Nametter thoughts turn hysterical as Namette think of more phrases, imagine little baby Jacks with no eyes running around, think of how... of how Namette'd just been late in Nametter menstrual cycle... of how Jack had held Nametter stomach... how he'd referred to Namette in plural several times now. Oh god.
Nauseous Namette finally move to the bathroom and did as instructed.
Then Namette wait...
and wait...
and wait...
Groaning Namette decide to take a peek, Nametter stomach in knots. Namette are sweating in cold streams, eyes impossibly large, hands trembling as Namette take the test and stare at it.
"+"
Namette are pregnant. Namette want to do the cliché thing and faint, fade away from this drama, not have to deal with this at all. Namette're pregnant. With Jacks child. Namette're pregnant of a bloody demon thing, which shouldn't even be possible, he wasn't the same species as him, this was all just... not... right...
But Namette knew this to be the truth, hand holding onto the wall for support as Nametter eyes drifted, large and unblinking to Nametter stomach.
Namette were pregnant.
Hoping to come out of this, somehow, intact Namette look frantically again for an out, an exit, and escape, but find none.
Instead Namette knock on the door, face pale, hands shaking, and Markus opens the door without questioning.
"Do Namette understand now Namette?" his voice cuts through Nametter thoughts, bright and sharp.
Before Namette know it Nametter fist collides with his nose, a satisfying crack following the motion, blood splattering onto Nametter own nose and lower lip. Namette glare, eyes spitting venom at the guy who Namette had known for over a year, whom Namette had shared a house with, whom Namette had gone drinking with.
"What the hell Markus! Namette abduct me to tell me I'm p-pregnant? Namette tied me up, Namette knock me out, to tell me I'm pregnant and expecting a kid? How-"
He interrupts Namette with a laugh, hand cradling his nose. It must hurt like hell. Good.
"Expecting a kid? Namette still don't understand do Namette? That is not a kid, [Name}! That is a demon! It's festering in Namette, eating Namette alive, and we, me and a few other, are here to help Namette!" he laughs, throwing his head back in mirth. Namette stare at him.
"This is not a demon, Markus... it's a baby. It's m-my baby." Namette mutter and his laughing stops.
"Namette need to cooperate. It needs to get out, Namette need to expel it. Do Namette understand what I'm saying? It's a demon... it needs to be gone." he takes a step towards Namette, Namette take one step back. Nametter hand cradles Nametter stomach protectively, eyes flitting around looking for a way out. Then Nametter gaze falls upon a door that leads away from the room Namette had been in. Markus, however, anticipates Nametter move and as Namette dash for the door he grabs Nametter hair, pulling Namette back with a yank. The pain flares through Nametter scalp, head ringing with the pain and the after effects of whatever it was that had Namette knocked out earlier.
"I wish Namette had just played along, Namette. It would have made it so much easier for Namette... for me..." he sighs, pulling Namette by Nametter hair back towards the room Namette had come from.
Namette try screaming.
No one is there to hear it.