Chapter Four

The switch was pulled, the one meant to end Dib's short life. Although, there he was, a little fuzzy from falling to the floor but alive nonetheless. The blood that surrounded him was not his own. He hadn't a clue as too whose it was but he didn't care as much as he probably should have.

He watched Nny walk away mumbling something to himself, once he reached the door that seemed farther away now then it ever had Nny turned and looked at Dib in a way that told him to follow. That was a problem for him as he was currently light headed from malnutrition as well as being extremely neglectant to follow someone who chained him to the wall for so many days.

Somewhere Dib found the strength to rise from the floor, he saw that the blood the stained the cheap plastic tiles along the ground as well as his clothes was from a tipped over barrel, alongside it there were many more barrels, presumably all hording more blood.

Dib had seen many strange and deranged things in his life, but this… No words could ever describe what this was. As quick as he could he staggered out the room and into a long, obscure hallway he still could hear the madding clacking of those steel toed boots in the distance although Nny couldn't be seen at the moment Dib could still follow him down the tiny twisting hallways.

Sure, Dib had heard of insane, sadistic serial killers before. On the news and such but never had he even paid much mind to them. He never thought he would meet one. He never thought he would ever be a victim… He never thought…

As he moved down the hall to see more doors with more victims inside a thought crossed him to let them free, he quickly dismissed that thought, although not entirely sure why.

The clacking stayed consent, Dib thought it should have gotten louder as he moved closer, but it stayed the same. Maybe it should have gotten softer if Nny was walking faster, but it stayed the same.

A sickly feeling ran through Dib's body, he wanted to vomit, but something told him to simply keep going, and so he did. It felt like the walls around were made of metal, and having already ascended three flights of stairs and by the climate of the area, he knew they were underground. Presumably far underground. His hand scaled the wall to help him stay up, he was hunched over in pain, sweating and breathing heavily. He looked disgusting, and was tired, his arms and legs were like lead. He could barely move, and his vision swam in an ocean of dark that seemed to ooze from the walls.

Click… Click... Click… Click.

Then it stopped, not far away it seemed if he could still hear properly. Something told him to speed up, so he did.

Close ahead was the man, the killer. He stood looking slightly back, as if waiting. Dib, nearly limping now, stopped not far behind his position. Nny looked forward, Dib did the same. If he had the energy he would of gasped, instead he looked in terror at the blood soaked wall that stood in front of him. He only thought of how many lives had to of been claimed to cover this wall. He probably shouldn't have been shocked as he knew this man was a deranged murderer although he couldn't help but imagine the ways Nny could have killed all these people.

"It needs to be painted."

Dib was brought out of his thoughts by that, he wondered what was to happen, was he going to be a fresh coat? He looked to Nny who still stared at the wall.

"The fiend lack loyalty and its notion of nourishment is quite disturbing."

This was said as Nny grabbed a small, yet still terrifyingly sharp knife from his pocket, Dib did not notice this. With a quick movement Nny lunged the knife toward Dib before he could make a move and hit him hard with the handle, Dib fell to the floor as everything went black.

Nny mumbled to himself with a slight smile – "We are all victims-in-waiting."

A/N: Sorry for not updateing for a while, muffins. I've been busy, I think I actually have a life now - terrifying.

I hope some of you have a bit of an idea as to where I'm going to take this story, if not keep reading and find out. :3