Slut Year and Angels In The Attic is almost finished, well not AITA, that one is long. lol. So keep a look out for both soon.
5 Captive
"Izzy, have you seen Clary?" I asked her, while she danced drunkenly with Simon. At this point her blonde wig had fallen off, revealing her raven black hair. She was too drunk to notice.
"No," She said a little too loud. "I thought she was with you?"
"She was, but now I can't find her." I said while glancing around hoping to see her somewhere in the crowd of people.
"Real smooth, idiot." I heard a nagging voice say. Instantly was annoyed and ready to break a bone. "How the hell do you lose your girlfriend?" Simon sneered at him. I was too drunk to be thinking rationally, so without warning, without any kind indication, my fist cracked against his face. The force was so strong that he flew to the floor. I looked up to see Izzy glaring.
"I know he can be an asshole Jace, but was that necessary?" She asked me with both hands on her hips.
"Yes, because it felt fantastic!" I replied with a smirk.
"OW!" I heard the weasel cry. "You fucking broke my nose!"
"Oh please," I rolled my eyes. "You're a vampire it'll heal in five seconds!" It was that moment that Alec came stumbling over drunk- well… not really stumbling; Magnus was hanging on to him with dear life. Alec could barely stand. I laughed my ass off, and took out my phone snapped a shot of them.
"Usually," Magnus said. "I would disapprove that, but this is too good of a moment to pass up." He chuckled, while Alec smiled like an idiot and was practically groping his boyfriend. I cringed a bit. I was completely supportive of the both of them, but I didn't like to watch them get intimate.
"Have you guys seen Clary?" I asked.
"No." Magnus shook his head. "When was the last time you saw her?"
"She wasn't feeling good, so she stepped outside, but that was the last I saw her. I've been looking everywhere, I'm getting a little worried."
"Did you check the whole house?" Asked Isabelle, while Simon stood next to her still holding his bloody broken nose. Funny how Magnus didn't ask about it.
"Yeah, every room. Where the hell could she have gone?"
"Try calling her phone." Simon suggested still holding his nose.
"I did that already, Vamp!" I snapped at him. Like I wouldn't have thought of that first. Jackass. "It went straight to voicemail."
"Mayybe she forgot to turnn it on?" Isabelle giggled.
"Maybe, but that doesn't help me, does it?" Isabelle just shrugged me off. How can everyone not be worried? My girl was missing! Then again…. They were all drunk. I had a lot of drinks, sure. But I can hold my alcohol better than most, it takes a lot to get me drunk. Simon looked almost as concerned as me, but Jesus, something told me that she was in trouble….
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He watched her sleeping form from between the two wooden panels in the pen. He started to find her intriguing. But he also knew that she probably was no different than the others. Although…
She did come in to find him; no one has ever dared to come inside before. He watches people from the windows all day, almost every day. People saw him, watched back, maybe got a little curious, but not curious enough to come inside.
He had to admit, this one had guts! Most of them were like scared little rabbits.
She started to stir, before suddenly jerking awake and letting out a wailing scream. He squeezed his eyes shut, and covered his ears. He hated it when they screamed! He felt like the world would crumble from beneath him when they did. These girls can definitely scream like the banshee. He didn't, not even in the beginning.
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It was dark, cold. My bones ached from the chilling. I looked up and saw a figure in front of me, Jace. Oh God Jace, thank GOD!
But something was behind him, some large, something angry. It had red eyes, and horns coming out from its head. One of the horn pierced through Jace's chest, lifting him in the air, blood falling to the floor, and under him sitting Indian style on the floor was the boy. Jace's blood rained over him, while he just sat there while staring at me. The blood was pouring so thick that the boy was covered in nothing but red, his clothes, his hair, everything.
I let out a scream, hoping someone would hear me and wake me up.
Turns out the scream itself woke me up, but I wasn't sure about what I was waking up to.
"Shhh, quiet!" I heard a voice say.
"Whose there?" I asked the voice.
"If you make too much noise he gets angry." The voice sounded strained. It was a girl, she was in another pen beside me, but the wooden wall kept us from being able to see each other. I could see her shadow, maybe a few glimpses of her clothes through the cracks, but that was all. The sun shown through the windows, it was now the next day. Jace must be having a cow by now! If they don't find me, they'll probably call my mom and Luke to come home from their honeymoon. As mean as that sounds, I hoped to God that I got out of here before then.
What?
You think I'm not worried about dying? To tell you the truth. Not really. I know I can get out of this; I just have to focus and figure it out. Now the question of what if I don't? To be honest once again, I'm not afraid to die. What worries me is my mother, Luke, and most of all Jace. What will they do? How will they handle it? I know my mother will only break down, and Jace? Well… he might turn into this guy! I can see him running through every city slitting throats in order to avenge my death. God Jace, please don't do that!
"My name is Lory." The girl half whispered, half cried- taking me out of my reverie. "He took me from my room when I was sleeping." She sobbed. Poor thing, but I couldn't help but think of the boy. Where was he? Where was he keeping him? Then when I looked forward, I could see small blue eyes peeking at me through cracks in the wood.
"Hey…" I whispered to him, but he disappeared from behind the wood, and I can hear his sneakers stomping away as he ran.
"What?" Lory asked me. Huh? Oh yes, she probably thought I was talking to her. So I decided to go with it.
"Do you think you can get your hand lose?" I asked her. I'm sure she was think that I was way too calm for this situation, but she didn't need to know why. Jace always taught me that panicking would only make your escape become further and further away from happening. Remain calm, and try to really think through your situation. Try to find any kind of flaw in your captivity.
"No." She sobbed. "I've tried and tried, but I just can't. The ropes are too tight!"
I'm sure she was telling the truth; my hands were already stinging from the rope. They were pretty damn tight. I tried to yank, and slide my hands around, and it was only making it hurt more. I looked down to see that my toes didn't touch the ground. Well, that's shit! This whole thing was so Goddamned typical. It's Halloween, how ironic to be kidnapped in a skanky outfit and by a serial killer… Go figure. I take back every sarcastic joke I made about girls being half naked on Halloween in horror films. I guess it really does happen!
I continued to wiggle my hands carefully; I don't want to be like Jace who breaks his own wrists to get free. I might need my hands to fight back! My arms ached from hanging on to my entire body weight. What else could I do? I looked around the room. Trying to get an idea.
What about the boy? Maybe he'll let us go?
"Hey!" I called to the girl.
"What?" She replied.
"What about the little boy?"
"What about him?" She sounded like she was annoyed that I was bringing him up.
"Maybe we can get him to cut us lose?"
"No!" She nearly shrieked. "That boy is just as crazy as his father is! Why would he help us?"
"That's not his father!" I argued back.
"How do you know that!" For some reason I decided not to answer that. Maybe it was because I felt slightly embarrassed that I got myself kidnapped on my own accord. I'll never tell Jace I came in here to investigate, no. The story is that I stepped out for some air, walked down the street, and this cocksucker grabbed me from behind. Okay!
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This was most definitely not like Clary! She doesn't just disappear. I was losing my mind! I wanted to walk every street, walk down every subway, ask every stranger on the street where she was!
"Jace we can't panic!" Alec said while I was pacing back and forth through the kitchen. The second he finished that sentence a heat of rage exploded through me! I turned to look at him; my eyes must've been glowing with fire, because he flinched from sight.
"Panic!" I yelled. "She never came back all fucking night! And you don't want me to panic?"
"Jace…" Izzy tried to touch my shoulder. I jerked back from her.
"What!" I yelled at her. "Calm down? Fuck you! I want my girl back!"
"Jace!" Maryse had come into the kitchen. "Language!"
"Fuck you, how's that for language!"
"Jace!" Isabelle gasped at me. "We're going to find her!" Maryse's eyes widened at my insult, but were quickly replaced with her cold stare again. She sighed, while bringing a finger to her temple and gently rubbed in circles.
"Jace," she sighed out my name. "I understand you're worried, and we will find her, but you have to be serene!"
"Simon is at the house still searching the perimeter for her." Izzy said, trying to reassure me. Perimeter? What was this? A government mission?
I was starting to worry that one of the guys slipped her a rufee, and then carried her off. No! I wont think such things! She's okay; she's got to be!
"If she doesn't turn up by tomorrow," Maryse said. "Then I will contact Jocelyn and Luke to return from their honeymoon, and by then we should probably contact the Clave." Shit! Why did Clary have to go and disappear with Maryse around? There was no way I wanted the Clave involved.
"I'm going to contact Maia." I said pulling out my cell phone, searching for her in my contacts.
"Why!" Isabelle's brows creased.
"Because she can have some of the wolves searching for her scent- I don't have her in my phone." I suddenly realized that I never really talk to her much, why would she be in my phone?
"Here." Isabelle pulled out her own phone, dialing her number. "Maia? We need help."
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"Are we going to die here?" She sobbed. I felt bad for the girl, really. Why can't everyone have the knowledge I held? I was still scanning the room, trying to find every flaw possible.
"No!" I said back. "We're going to get out of here!"
"Wait!" I heard her voice suddenly get excited. "I think my hand is coming loose."
Then suddenly I heard footsteps, it sounded like more than one person. The man was coming down with Adam with him. They both came into view, Adam looking void as usual. We made eye contact, but he didn't say anything, nor do anything out of his ordinary.
The man's back was to me as he approached his table full of many blades, picking up each one, as if feeling it out. Making a decision on which one to use. He began to speak, for a brief moment, the boy looked at him, but continued to stare at me. The curiosity was evident somewhere inside him, but hard to see with his vacant expressions.
"When steer are led to slaughter, they smell the stench of fear and blood, and they panic." His voice was a whisper, husky and dark. "Sometimes, we'd have to saw off their hind legs so they couldn't run." He had finally picked his choice weapon, he turned around, and I could see his face for the first time. The man had to be somewhere in his late forties. His hair slightly long, and no facial hair, he was clean cut. He wore a plaid button up flannel, much like Luke's. Only he kept it buttoned, and tucked in his pants. Almost like a gentlemen, seeing him from afar you would be fooled to assume that he was a well dressed, clean cut man.
But underneath a raging monster.
He plucked his bloody apron off the wall, and draped it around his neck and tied it at his waist. All the while Adam continued to watch me. The man gently put his hand on the boy's shoulder, making him follow, both of them disappearing into the other pen.
"No!" I heard Lory scream. "Please no!" Then the sound of a knife meeting flesh, blood spilling over. Her screams bouncing off every wall, and the ceilings.
"Hold her still!" The man shouted. It was the first time in my situation that tears fell down my face. I wanted to help her, and I failed….
Suddenly Adam appeared in front of me, covered in blood, he had darted around the corner from the other pen. His expression was still impassive, but I could tell something else boiled inside of him. He had enough.
"Get back here!" The man yelled, and like that Adam took off in the opposite direction, running faster than I had ever seen a kid run.
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He ran, and ran. This isn't the first time he has attempted this, there have been others, but each time was a failure. He ran around each pen until he reached the stairs, then he remembered. He stopped, and peaked around the corner. There it stood, waiting for him. Its ugly mug frowned at him, pointing a bony finger at him. He shook with fear. When suddenly Graham appeared behind him.
"It's okay!" He told the monster. "Everything is under control don't worry." The monster seemed to have believed him, and backed off. Returning to its usual guarding spot. Graham looked down at him.
"Looks like I got here just in time."
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I wanted- no I needed to save her, and I failed. What was I going to do now? I felt terrible, like I watched her die when I could've done something. The truth is I couldn't, but I couldn't help but feel responsible. That was the last straw for me. I needed to get out of here, grab Adam and save us both for her!
Poor Jace! All he wants to do is find Clary. Thank you guys soooo much. I loved this idea, and I was really hoping others would enjoy it too. And don't worry, because Clary does have an advantage more than other girls she'll figure out a way to escape. I'd like to inform you guys of something. I think some people might be a little confused about the monster thing. I already said that the man is Delusional, as you can see I revealed the kidnapper's name in this chapter. Graham. The delusions that Graham have are influential on the boy. Like I said before, when you are that young, your mind can be very easily molded and shaped to fit your surroundings. Some scientists or biologists say that our conscience develops according to genes, but I think it can be a little bit of both. Because even as adults, our minds can be very easily altered. What Clary was saying in the first chapter about our minds being very sensitive is true. A certain brain injury can cause you to go from the most normal person, to a crazy killer. So if a brain injury can cause you to go crazy, than whose to say a certain influence in your childhood can't make you crazy? Right? This man thinks that these skeletal bulls are real, and if you are so convinced they're real, with a child around, and no one around to tell him otherwise, than he'll believe they're real too. In the next chapter, the other reason why the boy hasn't escaped will come up.
As for what movie is this based off of? 'Bereavement' Alexandra Daddario from Percy Jackson is in it. One of my favorite 80's action stars Michael Biehn from Aliens as Hicks, and the very first Terminator as Kyle. He was soooooo freaking HOT back then dude! And last but not least the star of the movie Spencer List. That kid is by far my favorite child star. He has got some true talent on him, and I think in the future he will be winning a Best Actor Oscar for sure! I can't wait for Bringing Up Bobby to release, he just announced on Twitter that it's March 9th. So I'm kind of excited it looks like a pretty good movie! Okay, I gotta go. I've rambled on long enough. I gotta split!
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