Sequel: Chapter 7: On the Run II
Kevin's PoV:
The next thing I hear, is the sound of a gun firing and the shattering of glass. I open my eyes, still seeing nothing but black, of course. I then hear Harry shouting, "What the fuck did you do that for?! Nice way to call attention upon ourselves!"
"Well, what else was I supposed to do? You know that we can't shoot the kid yet,"
"I don't see why we can't. We're supposed to kill him in two days, anyway,"
"I know, but I like having him around. I'll get a lot of joy, without having Marv around to stop me," I feel relieved that I wasn't shot, but I'm also terrified that she didn't do it...
"Well, what do you plan on doing to him, honey?"
"Well, I have a lot of things in mind; most of which I won't go through, if he cooperates," I just gasp, trying to hold back the tears. "That's right. If you do everything that we say, things will go a whole lot smoother for you, alright?"
"I want you to kill me!"
"I'm sorry, but, like I said, you don't get any options around here. If we want you to do something, you do it. If you don't, you'll get it a lot worse—simple as that,"
"I want you to kill me!"
"That's not happening, you little shit," she hisses, as I feel like she's glaring down at me. "At least, not for two more days, anyway..."
"Can I at least call my Mom? I want my Mom..." I start crying.
"No," Elise says, coldly.
"Why?"
"Because," I feel her presence right over me. "We can't have a certain someone know that you're still alive."
"Who?"
"Oh, nobody..."
"Can't you get my Mom to talk where this certain someone won't know that I'm still alive?"
"Well, that is a possibility, but I don't think that's going to happen,"
"Please! I just wanna talk to my Mom!" I finally burst.
"Don't you yell at me!" Once again, I'm smacked. I try to hide my face into the floor, as Elise still talks down to me, "As long as you're here, you do as we say! Got it?!"
"No..." I keep crying into the floor.
"You'll do it. If you don't, I'll have your Mother killed. How would you like that?"
"What?! No!" I cry out.
"Well, there you go... The more you misbehave, the more harm we'll cause you. That, and we'll have your Mother killed,"
"I'll... I'll do whatever you say... Please don't hurt my Mom... Please..."
"I don't wanna hurt her. I mean, I like her more than I like you. Obviously... And so does this certain family member that wants you gone, too. They called us for her sake,"
"Who? Who?! Buzz?! My Dad?!" I feel awful, thinking that it could be Buzz or Dad, but I just don't know!
"Well, considering how your older brother treated you, I'm not surprised that you said him. As for your Father, I'm sure he'd be very insulted to hear that,"
"H-How do you know how Buzz treated me?"
"Oh, I have a way of figuring these things out..."
"Who told you?!"
"Like I said, I have a way of figuring these things out... Now, enough of you yelling at me, and let's put you back to sleep, now, shall we?"
"No... No... I'll behave..." I plead, but then something with a foul odour is placed over my nose and mouth, quickly putting me to sleep...
Harry's PoV:
"So, you got rid of him? Where are you now?"
"Nice. We're in the town of Nice,"
"Nice, huh? So, if I were to travel there, I wouldn't see the kid?"
"No..." I clear my throat. "No, you wouldn't,"
"I wouldn't be ready to come, until tomorrow. So, I expect I'll see you then?"
"Of course..." I say, trying not to sound so nervous.
"What are you so nervous about, Mr. Lime?"
"I'm not nervous!" My exasperated tone doesn't help my situation, either...
"Well, you seem to sound nervous, there, Mr. Lime..."
"I'm not nervous! This is just a lot!"
"Why?"
"It just is!"
"If the kid's not there, anymore, I don't see why you'd be so nervous and stressed..."
"I haven't killed anyone before, Mrs. McCallister... Let alone a kid..."
"If I wouldn't be caught, I would've done it, myself! I don't see what the big deal is..."
"You're really cruel, you know that, ma'am?"
"Oh, and you're any better?" she questions.
"Look, you're the kid's Aunt, for God's sake!"
"And that makes it all the more terrible, doesn't it? I'm telling you right now, if the kid's not dead, you'll be dealing with me! That, and I'll shoot the kid, myself!"
"Come here, then, Mrs. McCallister, and I'll prove to you that your nephew's dead!"
"Alright, then. I'll be there tomorrow," It's silent for a moment, before she says, "By the way, the police haven't found any sign of Kevin in Paris Lake..." She then hangs up.
I place the phone back on the receiver and I turn to look at Elise, saying, "We've gotta kill the kid, and we've gotta kill him by tomorrow,"
"By tomorrow? I thought we'd have a couple more days with him?"
"Well, Elise, Georgette will be on her way here tomorrow. If the kid's still alive, we won't be, anymore,"
"Oh, like that scrawny little bitch could hurt us!"
"Tell me about it..." I roll my eyes and sigh. "But, what else can we do? We have to get rid of the kid,"
Elise sighs, with her arms crossed, looking down at the floor. "Well, I only wanted to keep him to have a little more fun with him. It's not like I like the kid,"
"Yeah, you're not like Marv. Thank god for that..."
"Well, should we go tell the kid what his Aunt just told us?"
"Sure! Though, we're not gonna tell him that it's his Aunt, now, will we?"
"Of course not. We're gonna wait, until we're just about to kill him, to tell him,"
"That sounds like a good idea, Elise! Let's go tell him," Elise and I head up the stairs, where we put the kid...
Kevin's PoV:
I hear the door open to the room that I'm in—a room of which I can't tell whether I'm in some dank basement again, or in a regular bedroom... I'm on a more comfortable bed, that's for sure... I'm laying on the bed, unable to get up, because of my ankle—my broken ankle—being chained to the bed again... It's hurting my ankle awful bad, too, but I can't let Harry and Elise know that I'm in pain...
I hear footsteps enter the room, and I know that they're obviously Harry's and Elise's. "So, kid, we just got off the phone with someone, and it turns out that we'll have to get rid of you sooner than we thought..." I gasp, and I'm not sure if it's out of fear or joy.
I hear one of them come closer to the bed that I'm on. I press my back down on the bed, afraid. "It turns out, we have until tomorrow to get rid of you..." I hear Elise laugh a little. "What? Aren't you happy? You're the one that wanted to be killed," I guess she can tell that I'm afraid, even though she can't see my eyes. "I can tell that you're afraid, even though I can't see it; I can sense it. Why are you so afraid, huh?"
"Answer her, kid," Harry firmly says. I can't!
"Answer me!" She sits me up from the bed, by the collar of my sweater. She shakes me, ordering, "Answer me!"
"I can't!" I cry, through the rag.
"Yes, you can!" She smacks the back of my head. "You just did! Now, are you, or aren't you afraid?!"
"Yes!" I cry out, admitting. I bow my head, crying, feeling powerless, once again.
"Quit it with your crying. It's not going to make us not kill you. I mean it, kiddo, you're not getting out of this," She pulls my head back, by my collar, once again. "You hear me? They're coming here tomorrow, and we have to have you dead by then. If not, not only will Harry and I be in trouble, but they'll kill you, themselves. I'm sure you don't want that, do you?"
"No..." I manage.
"Well, tomorrow, you'll figure out who it is. Not because you'll see them, but because as we're just about to kill you, we'll tell you. How does that sound?"
"No..."
"What?" She pulls on my collar again.
"No!"
"Well, too bad! That's what's going to happen!" She pushes me back down to the bed. I feel her get up from the bed. "Now, for misbehaving back at the last place, you get no supper tonight. Not that you need it, since we're killing you tomorrow afternoon..."
"Please..." I try to beg.
"No. I mean, I'd probably let it slide, if you were going to be here for a week, but since we'll be getting rid of you tomorrow, I really don't see the point..." I try to say that I'm starving, but Elise just cuts me off, "Look, I can't understand long sentences from you, so no talking. If you wouldn't have been such a jerk, in the first place, you wouldn't be in this situation. Remember that. The first time that Harry and Marv had you, I got you out of that situation. Of course, you wouldn't remember that, with your stupid head injury, but I got you out of it!" If you're truly this much of a bitch, why would you get me away from them, especially if you're married to Harry? "The only reason why I did that, was because I didn't want Marv asking questions just yet. He didn't know that his partner was married to me. He probably still wouldn't have known, if it weren't for you," Is that a bad thing? I feel Elise's presence right beside me again, making me turn away my head. "Look, I may be nice and give you some water, but you have to take it, alright? Or else, that will just cause more trouble for, not only you, but for your Mother. I'm sure you don't want your Mom getting hurt over a stupid mistake that you make, do you?" I shake my head. "Again, I don't want you nodding or shaking your head. Now, answer me through your mouth."
"No..."
"Was that a 'no' for the question that I asked, or a 'no', because you don't want to behave?" How can I answer you?
I try to start to say, "It was..."
"Oh, nevermind... I couldn't understand you, anyway," I feel her presence away from me again. "And I'm not uncovering your mouth, either. I'm not listening to you again. I'm keeping that mouth covered. After supper, Harry and I will be back up here to take care of you," Take care of me? "If you know what I mean..." She rubs my leg. I try to pull away my leg, screaming "no". Though, when I do that, the chain stops me from pulling my leg all the way up to me, jarring my leg and causing the extraordinary pain from my ankle to shoot up my leg. Once this happens, Harry and Elise just laugh, but I can mostly hear Elise. I slowly set my leg back down onto the bed, as I look blindly down at it, bawling. "I knew you were gonna do that. I hope I didn't hurt it too bad," She places her hand back onto my leg, sliding it down to my ankle, making me jump, once she reaches the tender spot. "What? I'm not gonna hurt it. I just wanna take a look at it," She pulls up my pant leg and says, with false concern, "Ooh. That does look incredibly painful..." I start shaking my head, as I fear what she's going to do. "By the looks of it, I'm afraid that it'll never heal properly. Wouldn't you say, Harry?"
I hear Harry coming closer to the bed and say, "Yeah. If anyone were to place an extreme amount of pressure on it, like I did with that rock, that would surely hurt a great deal..."
"Please... No..." I beg.
"What? So, we can't do this?" She places her hand around my ankle, causing it to hurt even more. She's not squeezing it, but having her just doing that is causing it to hurt a lot. I don't want to show them that it's hurting, but I feel that if I don't, they might do something worse! "What? Does that not hurt you?"
I nod, saying, "Yes..."
"So, if I were just to squeeze it, that would hurt a great deal, wouldn't it?"
"Yes... Please don't..." I try to beg.
"I don't know... Should we do it now or after supper, Harry?"
"Why can't we just do both?"
"No!" I cry out, panicked.
"Oh, come on, why can't we?" Her grasp around my ankle starts to tighten, making me gasp and throw back my head. "What? Does that hurt now? I can feel that it's broken. It's a freaky feeling," I decide to kick her hand away with my other foot, but once I attempt to, she holds down my other foot. "Don't even go there! If you try to kick me again, I'll break your other fucking ankle! You understand?!"
I nod, anxiously trying to say, "Yes!"
"Or, I'll break some of your little fucking toes," She starts touching my toes on my other foot. "I've had a broken toe before. Believe me, it hurts. Though, I'm sure not as much as this broken ankle, am I right?" I nod, slightly. "Hey!"
"Yes!" I say, sounding exasperated, even through the rag.
"Hey! Just because you're speaking unclear, doesn't mean you have to get cocky!"
"I'm sorry!" I cry out.
"Be sorry to the one who wants to get rid of you! And I don't mean us!" She lets go of my ankle and my foot, and I can tell that she stands up. "Wait a minute, I just gave myself an idea..." My heart sinks, when I hear her say that. "Oh, I can't wait, until tomorrow!" She all of a sudden sounds giddy.
"What? What's the idea, honey?" asks Harry.
"I'll tell you downstairs!" Well, that just answers my question! I'm in an upstairs bedroom! It's better than a basement, that's for sure... "Come on, let's go have some supper, and I'll tell you!" She's acting all excited, as I hear her walking further and further away from the bed.
I hear that Harry follows, but before he leaves the room, he says to me, "We'll be back after supper, kid. You'd better be ready..." I hear the door close and lock behind him, leaving me here, feeling absolutely terrified and helpless...
To be Continued...
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A/N: Thanks again! I don't have to say it, do I? :P Well, that chapter went on longer than expected; mostly because the final Kevin's PoV went on longer than expected! They were each supposed to be shorter PoV's, since I'm tired, but I just kept on going (yay me)! Well, what do you think will happen next? What do you think Harry and Elise have planned? What's going to happen tomorrow, when Elise shows up in Nice? Will we then find out the mastermind behind Kevin's kidnapping? Well, I guess we're just going to have to wait and see! :D Hopefully, tomorrow night's chapter for Hwy. Robbery will be exciting, too! :D Well, until then, ciao! I'm going to sleep soon, even though it's my second night of being home alone (ha)!
PS: I just realized that it's seven pages—waaay longer than I expected!
- Majora's Mask Freak184
