Gone Girl
Hey! I've been really busy so yeah. Doc said I broke my humorous (actually not that funny) and crushed the tip of my elbow. Here's the new chapter! I got the title from Gone Girl, which I saw yesterday. OMG! BEST. FLIPPING. SUSPENSE. MURDER. MYSTERY. STEAMY-ISH. MOVIE. EVER. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Titans or Gone Girl.
"Y-yes," I said, shivering with fear.
Garfield turned his head towards me. "You know him?" He questioned worriedly. I nodded.
"When I went to the store to get a dress, that man," I pointed at the picture. "Grabbed me."
The officers nodded, jotting some things down on their notepads. "Thank you for your time," one officer said. They exited the room.
"You hungry?" Garfield asked. I shook my head. He left to go get himself something, so I looked around the room. A pure white color coated the walls, linoleum floors, closed blinds, and that 'beeping' sound coming from the machine. I tried to use my powers to heal myself, but didn't succeed. A man stepped in, brown hair, blue eyes, and a goatee. He looked familiar, but didn't ring any bells.
"I think you have the wrong room," I told him. He shook his head and stepped closer; I saw his features. Oh no. It was him.
"I'm pretty sure I have the right room, feisty," he said, pulling a cloth out of his pocket. Whatever it was, I inhaled the chemicals and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up in what looked like a basement, tied to a chair. My screams were muffled by a gag. I heard footsteps behind me, knowing it was him.
"W-what der yer want wirth mer?" I said, my speech impaired by the gag.
"Oh, just a little… Fun," he cryptically said as he took the gag out. I tried to use my powers and untie the rope.
"Don't bother, sweetheart. Those ropes were made by me. You see, I don't make the same mistake twice. I felt your powers when you punched me," he let out an almost maniacal laugh.
"You're mine. All mine. You can't escape. If you do, I will find you," he gave me a smirk, walking around me in circles. He walked towards me, then, almost robotically said, "Don't bother calling for help. These walls are soundproof," he said, leaving the room. At least he had brains. I needed him. I was helpless. Garfield, if you can hear me, help.
See? Aren't I the master of cliffhangers? Comment of last chapter waaaaaassssss;
Meerkat Fiesty:
Haha! I was so like:
(After Chapter 6)
"Pfft who cares a cliffhanger? I'll just go to the next chapter!"
(Goes to bottom, sees that there are no more chapters)
WHY YA GOTTA DO ME LIKE THAT! WHY MEEE!
So that's the end of my sob story
Great job by the way!
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