Chapter 5:

Megan clung to Anoop's arm as they walked around the building, their fingers intertwined. The only light the dim light of the flashlight. It was completely silent. Only the sound of Anoop's steady breathing could be heard. Megan's heart was racing. What was she going to do? What would happen to them? If anything happened to her, what would happen to Ryder? How would this effect him? Growing up without a mother most of his life. Growing up in a foster home. Tears started falling down her face. Anoop stopped walking and looked at her.

"You okay Megs?" he asked worriedly, shining the flashlight up at her face and seeing her tears. "What's wrong baby?"

She wiped her face and looked away. "Please Megan, talk to me..." Anoop said quietly, giving her hand a tight reassuring squeeze. Megan looked up into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He looked so concerned. More tears started to fall.

"It's just...it's just Ryder," she confessed, sniffling a bit. "What if we don't make it out of this? What will happen to him? He's still only a little kid. He doesn't understand death yet. And he...he..."

Anoop put a finger to her lips, silencing her. "Please Meg, don't think like that. That's not going to happen. You're strong. You're going to make it through this. I'm not going to let you die. I'm not leaving your side, okay? Please don't cry..."

Megan stared into his eyes, wishing she could believe him. "Anoop, can you just promise me one thing?" she asked, wiping her eyes again.

"Anything Megan. Anything."

She smiled a little. The way he said her name; it sounded beautiful. Almost like poetry. She took a deep breath. "If...if anything happens to me, promise me that you'll take care of Ryder. You don't have to take him in, just like...make sure he's okay. When he's older...remind him of me..." She swallowed. "Don't let him forget me..."

He pulled her in for a hug. "There's no way he could EVER forget you," he said, wiping a tear away from her face. Her touch sent chills down her spine. "Don't worry. Don't worry. I'll protect you. Nothing's going to happen..." he kept whispering into her ear. She hugged him tighter, wishing she could actually believe that. That they would be okay. She prayed that could be true. With all her heart, she wished it would all be alright.

"Come on Scott, let's go this way," Lil instructed, leading the blind man through the dark. He followed right behind her. "You hear anyone coming yet?" she asked him. One good thing about going with Scott was that because he was blind, his other senses were stronger. So he could hear a lot better than she could.

"Nope, nothing yet..." he said, following the sound of her voice. "If we want to find our way out of here though, we should probably head towards the perimeter of the building or whatever though. Maybe then we'll find a door that could lead us out of here..."

"Good idea," said Lil. "We just need to find where that is though. This building is huge. I can't even see the walls from here. That might be due to this crappy flashlight though..." she said, while hitting the flashlight on her hand in attempt to make it shine brighter.

"Let's just head straight then. We'll eventually run into the wall doing that." Lil nodded in agreement and the two kept walking, eventually finding the outside wall.

"Okay, now all we have to do is walk around the building, right inside the perimeter. And eventually we should find the exit," Scott said.

"Yeah..." Lil said nervously. "Hopefully at least. Before it's too late..." she trailed off. How could Scott always be so optimistic? They were trapped in a dark building with only a dim flashlight as their guide. They had no idea where they were going. And there was only one exit. How the hell were they supposed to find it?

"Shhh Lil, be quiet. I think I hear someone coming..." Scott said in a whisper. Lil froze. She heard it too. From right behind her. Before she had a chance to scream out the person covered her mouth. Lil dropped the flashlight. The masked killer brought the knife up in front of her face and held it in front of it. Lil's eyes widened and she tried to cry out. She struggled to get free. He threw her against the wall and grabbed a long metal pole off the ground. He stabbed it right through her chest before she could even make a sound. She was dead almost instantly, held up against the wall by the pole.

"Lil? You there?" Scott asked nervously. He couldn't hear her anymore. Her steady breathing had stopped. He heard someone else now though,there breathing slow and raspy. She was dead. He knew it. And he was next.

He turned to run. The heavy footsteps followed him, quickening their pace. Gaining on him. He ran at full speed now, holding his arms out in front of him to make sure he didn't run into anything. The person was getting closer. And closer.

Getting a sudden burst of adrenaline, Scott sprinted out far in front of him. Going so fast that when he tripped over the boxes laid out on the ground he went flying through the air. He landed in a big pile of empty boxes, buried under them. He quickly started throwing them off of him, struggling to get up. Just as he was about to get up, a hand shoved him back down. He fell backwards back under the boxes. Oh how he wished he could see. Maybe he would've been able to avoid what happened next.

The man lifted Scott up by his neck off his feet into the air. Scott's eyes started bulging out of his head. He struggled to breathe. He lifted Scott up over his head and threw him roughly on the ground. He was in immense pain. He tried to crawl away though, as fast as his broken body would let him. The guy grabbed him by the legs and dragged him backwards along the ground. Scott screamed out. The guy then spun Scott around by his feet in the air, letting go after about 30 seconds. Scott again flew through the air, this time crashing into the wall. He gasped for air. "Please...just...please..." he said, in a voice that wasn't much above a whisper. The killer grabbed Scott's head and slammed it against the hard, concrete wall roughly. Again and again. Scott screamed out. The wall was stained with blood. The guy kept going though, until finally Scott's body couldn't hold on any longer. His whole body went limp and his head fell to the side. The man just laughed and went on. On to find more victims.