CHAPTER 5:
Helga had been trying to remember what had happened to her the night prior. But her mind was still a blank.
But she did know something, "Actually, Bob did go through something like this."
Miles raised an eyebrow, "What? Really?"
Helga nodded.
Miriam Pataki woke up and looked around; this was a basement. A dirty, rusty old basement.
She tried to move but realized she was fully restrained. She looked down as she realized what was happening.
She was stuck in a chair, with barbed wire as ropes. There was a chair across from her, with a table holding a pistol on a stand directly pointed at the chair.
As an alternative to her usually dull, intoxicated state, she fully became aware of her surroundings and began screeching, "Help! HELP!"
"M-miriam?"
"What? Bob? What are you doing here?"
Bob Pataki, unlike Miriam, was free to move around. He had no restraints at all.
"Bob? Did you put me here?"
"What?! No-"
"Don't fuckin' lie to me Pataki!"
"I-I didn't, I-"
He paused as he reached for something; a tape recorder.
Miriam raised an eyebrow, "W-w-w-what's that?" she stammered, making Bob shrug, "I dunno, but I do know-wait, the tape! Of course!" Bob howled, putting the tape he found next to him into the recorder.
"Hello, Bob and Miriam. I want to play a game. All of your lives you have been pathetic weasels of people, especially as parents. You've neglected your child, and have drunk extremely. Today, this will all change. Across from you, Miriam, is a device. In order for you to get freed from your captive state, Bob will need to sit down on the chair. However, as we know, all actions have consequences. Instead of you being shot by the shotgun pointed at you when the timer reaches zero, Bob will get shot. It won't kill him, I promise. But it will leave a mark. Let the games begin."
Miriam raised an eyebrow, "Shotgun? What shotg-" she said before looking right of herself, where a shotgun stood, with a string on the trigger, "AH! AAAAAH! BOB, GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
Bob looked up, before gulping.
"WHAT IS IT?!"
"W-w-"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?! HOW MUCH IS THE TIMER AT?!"
Bob gulped, "A minute."
"OOOOOH! FUCK, FUCK!" Miriam tried everything. Moving and toppling herself over did nothing. She cried over to her husband as the timer reached the 15 second mark.
"B-bob, pleas-"
10.
"Alright Miriam!" Bob said, beginning to make his way to sit down.
5.
"BOB! BOB HURRY U-"
BOOM!
BOOM!
Bob howled from the pain in his shoulder. The gun had penetrated right through.
He looked across from him to reveal a horrid sight; Miriam was dead!
"NOOOOOOOOO!" he howled, collapsing to his knees. He had been a cold man, but nothing warranting this!
The door next to him opened, but not without an announcement from the anonymous speaker.
"Congratulations," the voice called out, clearly distorted, "you are still alive."
"Most people are such scumbags while alive. But not you.
Not anymore."
Now, in present time, Bob squatted in the Boarding House bush nearby, spying in on the inside.
He wouldn't let what happened to Miriam go unpunished!
Stella moaned softly through her gag. She looked up at the clock; it's 5:06. She had been tied up here for atleast 4 hours. She looked at her son.
They were in the Boarding House kitchen, with their hands and feet tied up. Their wrists were tied up behind them via rope, so tightly that the circulation might've cut off. Their hands lay on the kitchen table's ends, as their captor eyed them hatefully.
He was slightly tanned in skin, and held a gun. He was dressed in all black, with military style boots and leather gloves to go along with this. The combination of these aspects created a fairly terrifying figure.
The man laid his hand on Stella's heart area, attempting to feel out what type of heartbeat she was receiving. It was fast paced, but perhaps not as much as it should've been.
He grabbed the gun, a Glock 19, and placed it on Arnold's temple. Now he could practically hear Stella's heart race without even having to place his hand there again. She cursed at him through her gag, as Arnold began to feel tears creeping their way out of his eyes.
He was a strong boy, no doubt. But THIS was too much.
The man grinned, patting Stella on the head before going back into the living room, where he had a laptop and a clock on top.
The laptop's feed was revealed to be that of the camera in the bathroom, with Helga and Miles bickering through it.
He smiled, "I can see youuuuu!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
THE PLOT THICKENS! Most fun chapter to write so far.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!