(Silver P.O.V) (A/N Poll! Poll! Yes! I am desperate! Don't judge! :3)
Here's what had just happened;
Jordan and I had wondered off, somehow making our way into the kitchen. We walked into the darkened room, looking around a bit.
Then out of absolutely nowhere, Jordan flew back to the doorway, sliding along the floor, skidding to a halt when his face had reached the door's frame. Now, the lights flickered on. Jeremy was several feet ahead of me with a bat. Threatening Jordan, that if he took a step, he'd whack me.
Great.
Now back to the present;
"Well would ya look at that~ Who's got the weapon now!?" Jeremy teased.
"You punched my brother! He didn't do anything wrong you loser!" I yelled.
"You hit me in the face with a baseball bat" Jeremy sneered.
"I hit you in the face. And you took it out on my brother!" I exclaimed. "You don't take your problems out on other people! It's no ones fault but your own! Bully!:\"
"Oh no!" Jeremy yelled with sarcasm, "I'm a bully! I suppose I should really clean up my act~" He spoke with absolutely no concern. "Now, back to what I need to accomplish. I gotta get rid of you, brat. Then I'm pretty good to go~"
"People will notice I'm missing!" I screamed.
"They will? Oh no," He spoke with sarcasm again. "I suppose I can't do the smart thing. Like hide your body or run out of the state~" I narrowed my eyes at him,
"You're not going to win this," I growled.
"Win~ Brat, I've already won. But, unlike Vincent I don't let words slip out of my mouth when I don't need them too. So I've got everything in the bag~" Jeremy spat.
All I could do was back up, as he walked closer. With Jordan being unable to move, and me being completely useless, I really couldn't do anything.
Until I heard movement inside the vents.