Chapter Seven: Nightmares

As Rose's head swayed from one direction to another, she slowly awoke from her nightmare, the same one that involved the wolf, as she looked around to see she was in an old warehouse. Just as she was about to get up, she felt her wrists tied back to the chair she was sitting in along with her ankles, both with tape. Looking down, she saw that the parts of her body that were tapped to the chair were her ankles, her legs, her thighs, her stomach, her shoulders, her wrists, her arms, and her neck, only that was tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling and it was loose around her neck.

"Mary Anne Rose Summers, isn't that a long name? Oh, sorry, it's Rose, isn't it?" A voice asked, sweet and kind, but rough and hard at the same time which frightened Rose.

"Let's skip the blonde questions. Who the hell are you?" Rose asked as she craned her neck around, twisting her body every which way, hoping for a piece of tape holding her body down, perfectly her wrists, would rip in half, peeling off.

"If I told you who I was, it wouldn't be a game anymore." The man said as if he was whining but, the laugh at the end made it different.

"Some game you're playing." Rose whispered as she heard his laugh echo throughout the warehouse.

"Rose, how about we call me Matt? After all, you did kill him. Maybe you'd like to call me something different like Jackie? I could continue forever. Which one do you like?" The man said, rambling onto himself as Rose twisted back to her original pose and sat still.

"Freddy sounds like a good name. Wasn't he the one who was in the nightmares of everyone and killed them in their sleep, except this time I'm awake." Rose mumbled as she closed her eyes, listening to the sounds all around here, then focusing on the footsteps in the left of the warehouse.

Now she knows where he is.

"Shall it be said, shall it be. Now, Rose, this is how the game works: You're going to call your boyfriend, Scott, and tell him these exact words: 'Scott, everything is okay. I'm at a hotel out of Beacon Hills and I'd like it if you don't look for me. If you do, I will run away from you. If you continue to look for me, I will kill you. Goodbye, Scott.' If you say anything to give him a hint that you were taken, I will slit your throat right here, right now, got it princess?" The man, or shall he be called Freddy, told Rose as he took out her phone, slipping it up to her ear as soon as he was done dialing.

"Scott, everything is okay. I'm at a hotel out of Beacon Hills and I'd like it if you don't look for me. If you do, I will run away from you. If you continue to look for me, I will kill you. Goodbye, Scott," Rose suck in a breath before he pulled the phone away to say, "Scott, he's right here. Help-"

"You little bitch," Freddy said as he slapped her across the face, dropping the phone in the process, only to come with an idea and pick it back up. "Scott, she didn't do as she was asked and now she will die. Instead of slitting her throat the old fashion way, I'm going to do something different. At midnight tonight we will meet on top of the hospital, me with Rose and you with Madison Alexander. She is a patient in the hospital, but she is slowly going insane and needs to get out of there. If you don't have her, tell anyone else about this conversation, or play a trick, your girlfriend dies, and if you do have her, I might consider her to live. Remember Scott, it's her life on the line."

"Who was that?" Derek asked as Scott didn't say a word the whole conversation.

"Rose." Scott simply told Derek as he looked over at him.

"What happened to her?" Derek asked as he leaned forward a little on the couch.

"She wasn't taken. She wants to go to a hotel and cool off. If anyone looks for her, she'll go somewhere else and if we find her, she'll kill us." Scott lied, knowing she said it, but what the man said, her kidnapper, wasn't worth risking Rose's life.

"Scott, that doesn't sound like-" Derek tried to say, but Scott cut him off with yelling.

"Leave it alone, Derek! Leave her alone and leave me alone. If you try to look into this, I'll kill you myself," Scott yelled, leaving Derek surprised as he looked at Scott. "Now get out, Derek."

Following orders from Scott, Derek got off the couch, went to the door, opening it, as he turned back to Scott, seeing he was dead serious and he left. Standing up, Scott looked at the clock to see it was seven at night, surprising Scott as it seemed like eight in the morning before. Time passes fast. Too fast. Scott quickly walked to the door, hoping that it would be over as soon as possible.

Scott McCall is going to save Rose Summers.

"Scott, honey, what is it?" Melissa asked as she walked over to Scott who looked a little angry.

"Mom, I need to tell you something." Scott said, sitting Melissa down as he sat next to her, beginning to tell her all of what has happened in the past few days.

"What have I told you about sixteen year old's, sex, and those stupid pregnant teenager shows?" Melissa shouted, trying to calm down as she didn't want to blab all of her son's love life to the hospital, possibly all of Beacon Hills, which probably already happened.

"Did you even listen to the part where she was taken?" Scott complained, trying to yell it in a hushed whisper as there already was attention pointed towards them just with what Melissa said.

"Yes I heard that, but I also heard the part when you had sex with her!" Melissa said as she rubbed her hand against her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
"Do you know where Madison Alexander is?" Scott asked, hoping to calm his mom down long enough to save Rose's life.

"She's in room 214 down this hall and to the left." Melissa automatically said as she saw Scott get up, about to ask him something when he talked first.
"Please don't ask why. I'll have you meet Rose and I'll explain why later, but please don't follow me." Scott told Melissa as he headed down the hall seeing it was eleven forty, about twenty minutes until midnight.

Time was running out.

As he walked into Madison's room, he saw that she was asleep in the bed, smiling in her sleep. Walking over, he took off everything that was connected to her, picked her up, and walked out of the room, towards the stairs, quickening his pace. Once he got to the roof door, he saw it was eleven fifty-nine and he opened the door, finding a man with Rose.

"Here's Madison Alexander. Now give me Rose." Scott said as he put Madison next to the man who had Rose held by her hair with his hand, leaning over the edge, her shaking a little and it looked like she had been crying.

"You know sometimes people just slip out of your hands." The man said as he tossed Rose over the edge, screaming as she began to fall only to be caught by her hand and she looked up.

"Scott." Rose sighed, holding on by one hand as she looked up at him.

"Rose." Scott whispered, trying to get her up the best he could, but she was slipping.

"I love you, Scott. Remember that." Rose said as she looked back down, knowing she was going to fall.

"Don't say that like you're going to die, 'cause you're not." Scott said as their hands began to slip, Rose slipping a good three centimeters.

"Scott, tell me you love me." Rose said, obviously a tear or two leaking from her eyes.

"I love you, Rose." Scott said, meaning it as Rose began to slip even more.

"I love you, Scott." Rose said, letting her hand slip from his as she began to fall, staring into his eyes as she did, hoping that today wasn't the day Mary Anne Rose Summers dies, but she somehow knew it would be.

"Rose!" Scott screamed, alarming the people below as they began to scream and Melissa came out of the hospital just in time to see her falling.

Closing her eyes, she heard the wind hit her body, putting weight on the front of her body. As she fell, she knew the end was coming and then she felt it.