Chapter 3

Emily

All Emily could feel was pain when she woke up. What the hell had happened to her?

The last thing she remembered was the sound of glass smashing and then something small and painful hitting her in the back. Then she woke up in this dark room.

The room that she was in was so dark that she couldn't even tell where she was. All she knew was that she was sitting on a chair and her hands were tied behind her back with something rough.

She wasn't sure exactly how long she'd been unconscious for but judging by the darkened state of the room she'd say it at must have been at least two hours.

"Hello?" she called out cautiously.

Their came no reply but Emily knew that it didn't mean she was alone. Maybe they were just ignoring her.

Emily had an instinctive feeling that the man on the phone was the one who'd tied her up in this room. This scared her, she wasn't afraid to admit it. This man had almost killed her brother and she knew that he'd admitted to killing several people before. However she was confused about his intentions. Before he'd killed the other men because they had done bad things. Emily hadn't done anything bad, so why had he tied her up.

Now that Emily thought about it, Stu hadn't done anything bad either. He was a changed man but this man didn't seem to understand this.

From somewhere outside of the room she heard a loud bang, indicating that someone else was nearby.

"Hello?" she called out, wanting to have some confirmation on who had taken her and tied her up.

The banging noise stopped and she heard footsteps coming towards the room. With a loud bang the door was thrown open, revealing a tall figure.

Emily couldn't tell who it was because there was no light in the room or outside of the room However she could tell from the shadowy form that the person was a man.

"W-who are you?" Emily stuttered at the man.

He didn't reply, nor did he move, instead standing in the doorway. Emily couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not because she couldn't see his eyes, which freaked her out slightly.

"Please," she whispered. "What do you want?"

When he finally answered her Emily wasn't as surprised as she thought she would be. It was the man who she had been talking on the phone to a few hours ago. "It's always the same questions Emily."

She sobbed, tears streaming down her face, as his voice sent shivers of fear down her spine. "Oh god. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"What would be the fun in that?" he replied, taking a step towards her.

"I don't understand any of this."

"Once again. If I told you what this was all about, then where would the fun be?"

While he had been talking he'd walked even closer, until he was standing directly in front of him.

It was so dark that still couldn't see his face. The only thing that she could see was that he was wearing glasses. This was only because the little light that was in the room was reflecting off the lenses.

His head was turned towards her so she assumed that he was looking at her. After a while he spoke again. "I have to call someone. I'll be back soon." With that he walked back out of the room and left her alone in the dark.

Because he had left the door open she could hear his footsteps as he walked away from the room that she was in.

She sniffed slightly and blinked a few times to try and stop the tears that were streaming down her face.

After a while she became uncomfortable sitting there with her hands tied behind her back. Her arms were starting to ache and the wooden chair wasn't particularly comfortable to sit on for a long period of time.

Irritated she started to try and move her arms but the rope dug into her wrists making her hiss in pain.

"Fuck," she hissed out loud.

"I hate it when people swear."

Emily jumped slightly as she saw the man was back from wherever he had gone. How strange that she hadn't heard him.

He walked towards her and she flinched backwards as he knelt down in front of her.

"Do you want me to tell you who I was on the phone too?" he asked.

She nodded.

"I was on the phone to Stu."

"Why?"

"Well, seeing as Stu and I haven't seen each other for two years now, I thought it would be good if we met up again. You know, for old time's sake. So, I called him up and asked him to come over."

Emily didn't know how to reply. In a way she was glad that Stu was coming over. She was scared of this man. However she didn't want him to get hurt. For the past two years he'd struggled to get over what had happened on that day. After Kelly had left him he became even worse. She loved her brother and couldn't stand to see him go back to how he was before.

Before she had a chance to talk again a loud banging echoed throughout the room.

The man smirked. "Aha. Looks like your brother's here."

Emily watched, confused, as the man walked back out of the room. How had Stu managed to get here so quickly?

From down the corridor she could faintly hear Stu's angry voice, followed by the calmer voice of the man.

"Where is she?" Stu was shouting.

"She's in that room on the left," the man replied.

Within a minute or so Stu came into the room and ran over to her.

"Emily is that you? Are you okay? Has he hurt you?" he asked quickly, kneeling down in front of her.

"No," Emily said softly, tears streaming down her face once again. "I'm fine Stu, really."

"No," he hissed angrily. "You're not fine. He fucking tied you up."

The man's voice came from the doorway. "Stop being so melodramatic Stu."

Stu turned angrily. "Untie her," he demanded. "And turn on some lights. Why the hell is it so dark in here?"

"I thought it made it more dramatic," he replied, laughing. "Like in the movies when the killer kidnaps someone. He wouldn't turn on the light because his victim becomes more scared not knowing what the person looks like. But then again I'm not going to kill you. Well, not if I don't have to. So-" he stopped talking and Emily heard a click.

She had to close her eyes as suddenly the lights were turned on and bright, yellow light filled the room.

When she opened them again she got her first look at the man who had tied her up and talked to her on the phone.

He had brown hair which was slicked back with some kind of gel and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a while due to the stubble that covered his chin. Underneath his thick black glasses she could see that he had brown eyes. He was wearing a pair of black trousers, a light blue shirt and a long beige coat.

His appearance shocked Emily slightly. She'd expected him to be wearing a suit or something to make him look smart.

He looked over at her and saw the way in which she was staring at him.

She blushed as he smirked at her and she looked around the room instead.

It looked like she was in a house of some sort, inside a room. However it was empty apart from several objects.

In the corner of the room, in front of the window, there was a sniper rifle on a stand. She assumed that this is what the man had been looking at her from.

Emily suddenly remembered that Stu was in the room with her.

Stu was staring up at the man with a strange expression on his face. She couldn't tell whether it was anger or pure shock. To her it looked like a mix between the two.

"Well, you two seem...shocked to see me," the man said, a smirk still on his face. "Now, how about I tell you what's going to happen. I think you're going to like it."