Hey guys. I finally got to it. I spent some time spraying my cat with flea stuff since he escaped outside and now he stinks so I've spent time throwing him out of my room, but he just doesn't get it so we settled for him to lay on the floor. Yeah I reached an agreement with my cat. Then I decided that I should actually write today so I did and this is what I have after so long. I hope you enjoy it.

I glared at him from under my mask though he couldn't see it. Both of them. For two different reasons. Masky, impersonating Tim, the convinced Jay not to unmask me due to shock or something of 'turning back' not that I did that. I wasn't an unstable mess like He was. That and if I supposeably turned then they wouldn't be able to get any information out of me in the first place. Jay had his camera set on the unstable table and was fixing it to be directly on me. I chew absentmindedly on the corner of my lip. My shoulder was aching ever so slightly from where my arm had been yanked behind my back. Where he had drove his knee into my arm wasn't doing much better. Masky was just staring at me in silence. I however refused to meet his gaze any longer. I let myself get distracted to the sound of the wind and the rusting of the branches outside of this destroyed hospital. The string that was pulled out from the hoodie I was wearing did a surprisingly good job of binding my wrists to the old chair. I can't believe that did that to my poor hoodie. At least it wasn't my orange one.

I shifted uncomfortably as I continuously flexed and unflexed my muscles as to try and loosen my bindings further. I had made sure to hold my wrists slightly apart while he tied me, but not so much that he would notice. Thus making it much easier for me. He'd see. They'd both see. The first chance I got Jay was going to regret everything and I was going to make it clear to Masky that I wasn't his experiment. I wasn't his to play with. He didn't own me.

"Ok. Lets get started." Jay turned away from the camera to face me.

I kept my gaze on the glassless window.

"I want to know what's going on."

We all want a lot of things. I wanted a friend and I got a backstabbing liar.

"What do you know about that thing? What do you know about Alex? About Tim? How is it all connected?"

One question at a time camera junky. Not that I was going to answer anyway. I slowly looked up as he approached. Masky fidgeted slightly, but made no move to do anything. Backstabbing son of a-

"Well?"

I shifted again and he drew back slightly. Just enough to see if I could slip out. So close. Not enough. All I had to do was knock Jay to the side. While he was dazed I-

"What is that thing?"

I'd swipe the camera then and get rid of everything he had later. Masky would be easy to evade. I knew his fighting styles and tactics well enough to get by and outrunning a smoker was easy enough.

"Please tell me you're no a mute." He sighed in an exasperated manner as he ran a hand through his hair.

Mute? No. Close enough sometimes I suppose.

"What the hell do we do with him, Tim? We can't just let him go. But we can't just keep him here. Someone is bound to stumble across this at some point and if not that thing will probably show up with our luck."

"Don't look at me. If he isn't going to talk what good is he?"

"You sound like Alex."

"Don't compare me to him. Ever."

"Well I'm sorry, but you do."

"I wasn't suggesting we kill him or anything."

"I didn't say that. You're the one who thought of it that way."

Oh for the love of… Girls you're both pretty... Ha. Should have said that. No, no I shouldn't. Just focus on escape.

I shifted ever so slightly. Just a little bit at a time as to not catch their attention. I struggled to slip my hands out as they argued on. I stopped at the close to silent shuffle. The two kept arguing about who was like who and more of a killer like Alex and how they shouldn't even trust each other as the sound happened again. Someone was here. Someone else and they were arguing about everything under the sun. It could be Alex and they weren't even aware. People. Hate them. All of them are idiots. As they argued on I kept my eye on the doorway as I again attempted to get my hands free. Freaking gloves. They were great to hide my identity, but they were hindering my progress. So I worked on slipping them off. Slipping them off and Not letting them hit the floor was going to prove difficult. Another shuffle and I was trying to work faster without getting their attention. If Alex was here and had a gun by chance then I'd be the first one he'd see and nothing in me doubted that he would pull the trigger without even a second thought. I'd be finished if I couldn't get free.

Off came the first glove. I held my breath as it fell. I just caught it with the tips of my pointer and middle. I didn't breath. Didn't move as I feared one move would cause it to fall and alert not only the two arguing idiots, but get Alex's attention. I let the breath out as I moved slowly to grasp it with my now ungloved hand. Ok. That could have gone better. I wasn't used to escaping. I was used to doing the binding and hunting. Not being the one who had no power. I needed that control back. I didn't like this feeling. I Didn't play damsel. I'd sooner jump from the second story window than give someone the satisfaction that they Beat me. I didn't lose against normal people. If it was someone like Jeff or LJ then I could deal with it, but Not an old run of the mill person. I let out the breath as silently as possible as I worked on my other glove without dropping the other one. This was proving to be a much more difficult task that one would think with how I was restrained.

The soft click of a shoe on the broken tile urged me to move faster. To just Get Out. I had to. I would not fall now. I couldn't. I had to get back at them and I had to get home. Jack would be upset, wouldn't he? Sally? Not only that, but I just plain out just didn't want to die. Next glove off. Good, good. Now I just had to get one hand out and then things would go from there. All I had to do was figure out a way past Alex, but I'd get to that after I took care of those two. I could practically feel him get closer rather than hear him. I Had to get out Now. Had to. So I pulled slowly. Pulled and twisted and bit my lip as I made no progress. All I had to do was get one hand free. One and then my other hand would be free as well. No fighting for that one, but the first step was proving difficult. Just like everything lately. Difficult. I froze as a figure came into view in the hallway. I stopped my efforts as I resisted the urge to look. Ever so slowly I gave in and looked up.

I apologize for the length. Seemed longer in my notebook. Hope you liked it.