A/N: An update finally! It's a little shorter than I would've liked, but oh well. I'll finish the next chapter as soon as I can to make up for it.
Enjoy~
Chapter 3
Oliver: Psychotic, Sexy, Cheerful
I blinked, disorientated at the sudden darkness. Sally had turned off the lights. Smart girl!
I often walked around the house with my eyes closed, the easiest way to dim that specific sense. Now my habit has provided me with an advantage: I don't need to see to know my surroundings and I'm certain "Oliver" can't do the same.
I listened as he got up and clumsily made his way to the wall, searching for a light switch. He won't find one though; the only switches are outside the door. I smiled at this thought; my luck has given me a chance I couldn't waste.
I crawled out from under the desk, making my way across the room as silently as I possibly could. I managed until I bumped into the box that Oliver had come out of.
To me, it was like a gun shot, I froze. Oliver froze as well judging by the lack of clumsy footsteps. Then I heard them again, no longer clumsy, headed in my direction.
I couldn't move for a few seconds, terror chained my feet to the ground. Panic was what freed me, allowing me to run to the sports box where my one chance of freedom lay.
I ran, ignoring how much noise I was making, all I could think about was getting out of this room. I ducked behind the sports box, holding my breath as if the sound of my breathing would lead him to me. The footsteps were the same, calm and in control, the sound of a predator's footsteps closing in on a kill.
I quickly reached out and lifted the box, just enough to grab the key under it. Relief washed over me; all I had to do was get to the door. I glanced in the direction I knew the door to be in, and panic slowly began to settle again. I could see a vague outline of the door, freedom was within my reach.
The thought of freedom being so close to me blinded me. If I was thinking properly, I would have realized that if my eyes had already adjusted to the darkness then Oliver's had as well.
I slowly made my way to the door, choosing to be stealthy rather than quick. That was my downfall.
I wasn't paying attention as he came up behind me, a fact I had only realized after I felt a sharp and icy cold metal placed against my throat, sending shock waves of cold throughout my body that made goose bumps appear on my arms.
"There you are poppet, I was looking for you." He whispered into my ear. I froze, not only in terror but in surprise as well. I was not expecting an accent, especially not a sexy English one at that. However, no matter how sexy the accent, my terror was very much real. If only it had control of my mouth.
"Really? I hadn't noticed." I quipped, immediately regretting it. He grabbed my arm, quickly followed by a jolt of pain that made me curse under my breath.
"It didn't seem like that." He replied with a sing-songy voice, quickly turning me around and leaning in close to my face. "It seemed more like you were avoiding me." I tried leaning back, but the hand that was originally holding my arm had snaked its way around my back.
I didn't reply, I was too busy thinking. I was trapped, what could I do? Thinking always helped me calm down in certain situations.
"A young lady such as yourself shouldn't use such foul language, it hardly suits you." He was smiling; I could hear it in his voice. Nonetheless, I'm not the kind of person who backs down from another. No matter what.
"I only curse when I'm in pain, I can't help it." I replied with a touch of annoyance. I saw the edges of his mouth curl down, obviously not expecting my response nor my attitude.
"That's not good habit poppet" he scolded me.
"And why should you care?" I snapped back. He seemed to be about to reply when everything went white. I took this as my chance. The knife moved away from my neck for a second and I managed to escape the arm that had been holding me in place. However, he seemed to have guessed what I intended to do. As I was about to make a dash for the door he tackled me to the ground and pinned me in place...just as the manual had warned.
Internally I was screaming, my senses of touch and sight were overloaded and I was getting lightheaded. After a moment I managed to crack my eyelids open just a bit. I could now see what "Oliver" looked like. My eyes met a pair of bright blue orbs with a pink swirl in the center of each staring back at me, and any normal person could tell that there was insanity and anger behind those eyes, a deadly combination. He may have been smiling, but it couldn't fool me. I have the exact same smile.
I stared back at him; ignoring the pain he was causing me and trying in vain to dial back my senses. I waited for him to do something, to say something. For a few moments all we did was stare at each other in silence, each of us waiting for the other to make a move. As each moment passed I could feel myself getting dizzier and dizzier, but I did not break eye contact. He didn't know what I was going though, that gave me an advantage.
"Well poppet" he began cheerfully. "I'm going to have to fix that bad habit immediately" he continued, his smile growing less innocent and more insane by the second. I glared at him, silently wishing I could control my mouth in these situations.
"Not before I fix yours first" I retorted, mimicking his psychotic smile. He continued to smile, but his eyes revealed he was surprised that I was giving him sass.
"And what habit would that be poppet?" He asked. I could barely hear him though, I overloaded my senses and I was seconds away from facing the consequences.
"The habit where you give a girl with Hyperesthesia sensory overload" I managed to say before my eyes closed, my pain drifting away from me as I slipped into unconsciousness.
My last coherent thought was that I had just left myself completely vulnerable to a psychotic robot with a sexy English accent called Oliver and my cousin didn't seem to be interested in helping me at the moment. I could only hope that I would wake up soon.
A/N: And that's it for now! Let me know what other 2Ps you would like to see in this story!