Chapter 3
Levi's POV
18:00:38.
My eyes strayed to the clock. For the last four hours, Masky, had checked all the clothes; even mine, thoroughly. He mentioned something about possible tracking devices, or something. The clothes were clean and device free. "I don't know why they would change me, just to give me back my clothes..." He muttered, with irritation.
I was just glad to not have to wear that gown anymore. My clothes never felt so comfortable. Plus, my dignity, had taken enough blows today, or night, or whatever time of day it was on the outside. I will never take windows for granted again.
Masky changed into the simple pair of black jeans, tan t-shirt, yellow jacket, and black boots.
While he changed, I decided it was in our best interest, to try the key-cards and get out of this room, and Masky, the guy really creep-ed me out for some reason. Walking up to the door, and began to try all the key-cards. So far, none were working.
"It's pointless," Masky said, from his spot on the floor, as he inspected each weapon.
It literally unnerved me with how casually he was handling them. This guy was so not normal. I gave him a glare, one of these key-cards had to work. I was honestly, trying to stay away from him, as much as possible now. Once I got out of this mess, I hoped to God, that I never see him again. Out of pure stubbornness, I tried the last key-card, praying that it would be my way out. The light stayed red.
'Of course he was right….' None of the cards worked on the door. "How did you know they wouldn't work?" I turned toward him, my back to the door, frustration taking over. 'Was he part of this?'
Masky ignored my question, looking at the cigarettes, scoffing and throwing them over his shoulder. "Not a good sign." He mumbled. "They know more than they should."
I waited a beat hoping he would answer. He didn't, and this frustrated me further. He knew something I didn't. I was kidnapped and put in this room with him, and I deserved answers, starting with his knowledge of this place. "I said, how did you know that the cards wouldn't work?" Along with frustration, came paranoia, and restlessness, it was continuously gnawing at my fight or flight instincts. It was starting to drive me crazy by this point. I was on the brink of panic. 'Get it together Levi!'
He looked up at me, probably noticing the panic at the edge of my voice. "This is a puzzle." He finally said with a sigh. "There are things that fit in the puzzle, and things that seem like they fit." He looked back down, and picked up a water bottle, inspecting it. "But they are just put there to mess with your head."
I threw the key-cards down in frustration. "You know, dude, things would progress a lot faster if you would just talked to me. I do not deserve nor like being look down on. You acting like a jerk face, and its really eating at my patience, and your asking for a good punch in the face!" I shouted at him. I just had to let out some this pent up adrenaline that had been coursing through my veins, ever since I realized I might never get to go home again. 'Can I be anymore of a wimp?' I was breathing hard, feeling only slightly better.
This time it was Masky, who looked at the clock, during my ranting. Looking slightly annoyed and uninterested, but did not interrupt. Probably realized I needed to release my frustration on someone. 17:50:12. He put the water bottle down, staring at me.
He got up, and started walking toward me, to face me properly. "Listen, Levi" He reached out for me. I instinctively backed away from him. My trust for him, long gone after that choking incident on the couch. He stopped advancing, letting out a sigh again. "Alright, fine. I'm sorry for choking you. I know that we don't trust each other, but for the time being, we need to cooperate with one another, if we're going to get out of here."
"You mean you want me to cooperate with you," I spat. "I'm not stupid, Mask." This guy was walking a fine line.
He froze, his eyes wide. He seemed speechless for a moment. "You're right. It's been a while since i've talked to someone like you." He rubbed his neck, trying to find the words, that would convince me to trust him again, at least until we escaped anyway. "Let's make a deal. I'll be more accommodating to you, but I need you to understand the gravity of the situation."
'Finally!' I crossed my arms and scowled at him. "I'm listening." It was about time he filled me in.
"From the look of that stuff over there." He nodded his head towards the items from the drawers. "These people might be playing a game of survival with us."
I uncrossed my arms, walking up to Masky with intensity. "Wait." I said, as I stopped directly in front of him. I needed to clarify what he was telling me, because it was just too ridiculous, what he was telling me. This as stuff you see in criminal shows, and movies. I began to whisper, remembering some of those movies and shows, my eyes flickering around the room. "Are you saying they want us to kill each other?"
He nodded.
"I don't want to kill you." I said looking him in the eyes again. I didn't want to kill anyone. I mean Masky was a jerk, but no body deserve to die.
He chuckled, seeming to find what I whispered funny. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Yeah, I don't think that's the case." He inhaled. I could feel his breath on my neck, making the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. "These people seem to know a lot about me. I'm not exactly safe to be around."
I jerked back away from him, getting distance between us. "What do you mean?" I needed to know why he wasn't safe. Because there was not safe, then there was not not safe, as in get the hell away as far as possible not safe.
He didn't answer me, and just turned to go sit down on the couch. That did not make me feel any better about this situation.
TBC
A/N: OK. Here's a new chapter. Hope you guys and gals and creepypasta fans are enjoying the story so far. Remember to comment, and let me know if you like the story.
