Tim's POV

"Mmphh!" I was thrown facedown onto a metal table? I could feel the cold metal against my face. I could feel the cold, hard metal beneath my weight. I kicked out against my attackers and I felt my feet collide with someone's stomach. He grunted in pain. My legs were pinned down the next second; someone's knee was pressed deep into my back, restraining me. I felt the tape binding my wrists together separate. As soon as my hands were unbound, each of my wrists were grabbed and I was forced onto my back. My wrists were then strapped securely to the table with tight metal shackles. Then my legs were freed from the tape and confined to the table.

I twisted my body trying to loosen my bonds. My attempts were futile, the shackles seemed to grow tighter and cut deeper into my skin. I began screaming out of frustration beneath the gag. My efforts were met by a sharp slap to my cheek.

"Shut the fuck up!" a voice commanded.

The blindfold was yanked from my eyes. We were in an old abandoned morgue? Oh my God! I'm strapped to a table where they drain dead people's blood! This is creepy! My vision came into focus, resting on three scarlet skulls glowering down at me. The closest one reached down and grabbed my throat, cutting off oxygen from passing to my lungs.

"You've officially pissed me off. And that's something you didn't want to do. Listen up brat; keep your damn mouth shut or else big brother's only going to find a corpse." He threatened, while tightening his grip. "Do we understand?" he growled before slamming my head against the solid table and releasing my neck.

I coughed and gasped for breath beneath the gag.

He seized my hair and forced me to look up at him. "I asked you a question. When I ask you something, you'd better fucking answer the damn question!" he threatened.

"That's enough!" a voice hidden in darkness commanded.

A man about Jason's size and weight stepped forward. He was different from the others. He wore a black mask elaborately etched in scarlet. The other skulls backed away from me quickly and dropped to their knees before him.

He stepped closer to me and his hand went immediately to the large shard of glass protruding from my side. I cringed when his hand my contact with my skin.

He turned back to face his men. "Kentworth, you have displeased me."

The one who had threatened me stood up and approached his master. "But master, I brought you the boy. As you requested."

"I requested him not to be harmed at that particular moment and that he remain unaware of his surroundings."

"But… I… he… forgive me. It was an accident." The masked man pleaded.

"There are no accidents."

The next second, a bullet embedded the skull of the servant; leaving blood, brain matter, and red plastic splattered on the wall of my small, dimly lit prison.

I was horrified. He… he just murdered one of his followers in cold blood. The leader snapped his fingers and the body was quickly dragged away by the other two red skulls. The black and red mask stepped over to the wall splattered with blood and drew a symbol of a skull with the blood of his fallen soldier.

He then turned his attention back to me and took a seat beside me. He reached out with his crimson colored hand and gently caressed my cheek. I could feel the blood dripping from his hand onto my face. A shudder flew up my spine as I cringed away from his touch.

Gently, he said, "Hush now, my pretty baby. Do as you are told and you shall not be harmed… I would hate to punish you. You see, I don't give second chances." He stopped stroking my cheek and paused to push a loose strand of hair from my face. "But surely you knew that already? Surely Jason has told you all about me? Hasn't he?"

I showed no response.

My head soon found itself being slammed into the table, while my cheek was met with a sharp slap. The blade of a knife soon rested in the palm of my right hand. He began to drag the blade across my empty palm. I gave a muffled scream of pain. His lips were soon pressed against the deep cut. My blood! He was drinking my blood! I screamed in horror.

He roughly struck my cheek and wrapped his bloody wrist around my throat; silencing me. He was panting heavily.

"You will do as you are told! You will answer my questions! You will obey me! I asked you a question! Has Jason mentioned me! Answer it!" He screamed through blood stained teeth.

A new masked face entered the room. A woman. Her bleach blonde hair was visible from behind the mask. I could hear the sound of gum popping.

"Forgive the intrusion, Master. It is almost midnight."

"Thank you Vickie." He released my throat and gently planted a bloody kiss on my forehead. "We shall continue our discussion in a little while. And you will answer my questions. Disobey me again and your next cut will be worse. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Good. Vickie, the phone."

She handed him the phone and moved to stand over me.

Vickie? Her eyes looked familiar. Wait; is that our waitress from the diner?

She bent over me and snatched the tape and cloth from my mouth. She clamped her hand down tightly in place of the gag. Her sharp manicured nails dug into my skin. With her free hand she reached towards the shard of glass in my side.

"Hello Jason."