Finn moved his arm and let out a choked cry. The chain had dug into his wrist when he had turned to sleep on his side. Shivers ran down his entire body, his thin t shirt and jeans were little to nothing on his fevered skin. The window provided little light but he could feel the hot liquid as well as see it run down his arm from the shackle.
"Hey." He cleared his painful throat, "Hey! I'm bleeding!" something hit the small door making him jump.
"Shut up!"' He heard his captor yell.
"But I'm bleeding! " Finn was ticked now and started thrashing in his small space. This overheated him and gave him a horrible headache, "Please help me." He heard a soft voice on the other side of the door but his panting drowned it out. The door slid open. A small girl, that kind of looked like Kurt, leaned in.
"Hello. I suggest you don't do that again. He thinks you're our older brother and he just wants you to sing to him like bobby used to sing to me. Bobby cared about me so much while I had my cancer that he treated my brother Richard like crap. He thinks you are Bobby. That's why he wanted to kill your younger brother. Because he wants to kill me but can't bring himself to do it. Just keep singing for him and he'll keep you alive until you can be found."
"I have strep throat. I can't sing." Just as Finn said this he fell into a fit of coughs.
"Oh no! Be quiet! He's back. He's going to leave again in thirty minutes. I'll get you medicine and water as well as bandages, just wait." She closed the door and Finn felt his head pounding even worse. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. He needed out, and soon.
Kurt sat up in the bed and let out a quiet cry, looking around. Dr. Reid sat in his chair, asleep over his files. Kurt walked over and took the files, flipping through them with shaking hands. The siblings had all looked oddly like himself with only little differences. They had all been brutally hacked in the back with hatchets and duck taped around the mouth. They had been laid in bed with their arms over their chests as if they were in a coffin. Kurt closed the file and put it back, replacing it with the main file.
The victim's all looked like Finn. Some had lighter hair or different complexions, some weren't as tall but they all had shackle marks on their wrists and bruising to their face, necks and chests as well as bullet holes to their heads. Kurt's chin quivered as a tear rolled down his face. They were all so pale and dead and so much like Finn! He put the file down and ran to the bathroom to throw up.
"Hey, I heard you, uh, run in here. I wanted to make sure you were alright." Dr. Reid stood in the open doorway. He had followed Kurt here. Kurt stood and wiped his face clean on a towel then collapsed against the wall and slid to the floor, bawling his eyes out. Dr. Reid pulled him into a hug as Kurt pulled his knees up to his chest.
"Why are they doing this to him? He never hurt anybody on purpose other than Puck but he had a good reason." Lightning crashed and all the lights went out. Kurt pulled closer to Dr. Reid but Dr. Reid stood them up. Once they made it to the bedroom Reid laid down next to Curt so he could curl up in Reid's chest. Kurt felt so safe and warm that eventually the sobs and tears stopped and he fell slowly to sleep.
Kurt woke up. Not really sure why, he sat up. The older man had fallen asleep with one arm around Curt. He smiled and walked quietly up the stairs to get a drink. The lights were still out. He turned around and took a drink then froze. The glass slid from his hand and crashed on the ground.
"Finn!" He shouted. He was so used to calling Finn for help that it took a while to register that he wasn't coming. In front of him was a very young girl with short brown hair, combed to the side and a very stylish jacket and pants, all pulled together by a pair of black steal toed boots. She was considerably taller than Kurt and had a scary grin, and a hatchet.
"Finn? Is that his name? Your brother. He's real nice. " She took a step closer and Kurt slammed both of his shaking hands to the counter behind him.
"Dad!" He let out a soft cry.
"Don't worr about Daddy interrupting us. We gave him a little sedative."
"You didn't…" Kurt shook his head.
"Kill him? No. We haven't killed anybody. You have to go first. "
"No. You can't kill anyone. I won't let you." Kurt said, faking courage.
"You. You?" she started laughing manically and lifted the hatchet above her head. Kurt set his jaw as a tear rolled down his cheek. She swung the hatchet and he dropped to the floor. He jumped when it hit the counter above him. Pain shot through his hand. He looked down and saw glass deeply embedded in his palm, ruby red blood gushing down his arm. He rolled an took her feet out then stood and ran to the door.
"Dr. Reid!" He screeched, opening the door. He stopped in his tracks. A dripping wet man stood in the rain outside, smiling even worse than the girl had been. Kurt was afraid the girl would hack his back if he stood here to long so he tried to slam the door and turn around. Sure enough she imbedded it into the door. Then Dr. Reid was there, a gun to the girls head, pushing Kurt behind him. Yjr door slowly opened and the man stepped in.
"Can't do anything right, can you?" He said, hitting the girl, "He has to die. "
"No!" Kurt let out. He was so scared. The man stepped up to Dr. Reid so that the gun was to his chest. Kurt's eyes went wide when a knife was pressed against his throat. He reached out and his fingertips brushed Dr. Reid's sleeve.
"You messed it up. We have to fix this. I will be let out the front door with him and my brother will be let go or I kill this little one."
"You don't have to do this, Marissa. This isn't Richard anymore." Dr. Reid whispered.
"You shut up. Don't listen to him, Rissa."
"Just do as I say." Marissa said shakily.
"He's just crazy. He wants to kill you. I knew when I saw the latest victim, this one, I knew it was you two. Both spent time in juvy and lost a brother. It didn't really click until I heard a tape of Finn Singing. He sounds just like your brother, Bobby. Bobby is dead. You have to know this."
"Know this? I did it! I killed him! He didn't deserve us so I killed him and now I get to do it over and over again. This time it will be fun because this one actually sounds like him."
"What?" Marissa screeched. The knife dug into Kurt's soft flesh. Kurt could see a tall man with dark skin coming up behind the one called Richard with a gun but no one else had seen him yet.
"I killed Bobby! Then made you help me do it over and over until I was able to perfect killing you and now I can kill you and little singer here."
Kurt begun to sing, "Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself. He was always there to help her she always belonged to someone else. I drove for miles and miles and wound up on your door. I've had you so many times but somehow I want more. I don't mind spending every day out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look out for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while."
Marissa lowered her knife and the large man leapt forward and took out Richard while Dr. Reid focused on Marissa. She put the knife back up but she was unsure. Richard punched the large man in the face and ran out into the night.
"Your brother just left you. You don't have to do this anymore." Dr. Reid whispered.
"I know." She dropped the knife and put her hands on Kurt's shoulders," I want to take you to Finn. Please, Let me take you. He's been asking for someone named Kurt.
"Oh, he has?" Kurt said airily. The room got a foggy appearance. He put his hand on his neck and looked at it. Blood covered it. He thought it was the hand he landed on but before he could voice concerns he collapsed. His head hit hard and lights flashed in his vision, making it hard to see what was going on. His neck hurt like crazy and he felt drained. His hand throbbed as everyone in the room fussed over him. He blinked and when the room came back into a hazy sub focus there were paramedics around him then he opened his eyes again and he was in an ambulance.
Dr. Reid sat quietly next to the paramedic. Kurt grabbed his hand. He turned to look at Dr. Reid and could feel the bandages, "My dad?" Kurt whispered.
"Is fine. He's already at the hospital."
"What's going on?"
"When she cut you she cut deeper than we thought. You lost way too much blood. Your dad said we needed to call someone named Blaine. Said he was your…"
"Boyfriend. Yeah, he is." Kurt smiled then closed his eyes. When he opened them again he was being wheeled on a bed in the hospital through the hallway. He smiled when a familiar face was leaning down over him. Blaine leaned over and kissed his lips lightly.
"I'll be here the next time you wake up, Kay? Just stay beautiful." Blaine smiled and Kurt finally stopped forcing himself to stay awake. He was safe. He could rest now.