Hi people,

I've seen I've had some traffic on this story which is nice to see that people are clicking on it.

I thought I'd go ahead and post this one so we can begin to get into the thick of the action.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Being the late and heavy sleeper she was, Ivy had never accustomed herself to waking up with a bright light in her eyes. She had one of those alarm clocks that woke you up slowly and when she awoke on the weekends it was usually round midday, at the very least when morning had enough time to dull itself down a little. So when her vision swam hazily before her eyes on awakening, she knew she not in her own bedroom with her curtains tightly shut. The harsh, artificial light seemed to cut through her eyelids and burn at her eyeballs no matter how tightly she squeezed them shut. She was also aware of shuffling, retching and a heavy dragging sound echoing dimly and then her own level of discomfort. Peeking an eye open, Ivy gazed at what was without a doubt the dirtiest sink she had ever encountered in her life. Mould and years of uncleanliness crawled up the stark white sinks and creeped onto the equally vile floor. It was so dirty that Ivy instantly recoiled from the sink, wondering just what on earth she had been doing last night. I was in my bedroom, I remember that. I did not go out last night. Or this week in fact.

A shushing noise came from Ivy's left and she widened her eyes in an attempt to make them adjust to her surroundings better. She was in a huge industrial bathroom, a bathroom that was so caked in filth and grime it made the sink look pristine.

"She's waking up."

"Well finally."

So Ivy wasn't alone, somehow it did not reassure her much. But when her eyes flickered to the middle of the bathroom Ivy froze staring at the body that was lying in the middle of the room right in front of her, dead. He was lying in a pool of his own blood and from what Ivy could deduce he had shot himself in the head. Her head was swimming at the nauseating smell of grime and metallic blood in the air. Ivy shuffled trying to get away from the corpse till she hit her head on one of the sinks behind her. Disturbingly she had been dressed in a pair of her own yoga pants and a vest top. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin, there was nothing quite as disturbing as the feeling of not knowing who had dressed you. The retching sounds were still going on and Ivy turned her head to the right to see a young man in his twenties dry retching and screaming in the corner. He had a dull striped over shirt underneath a plain white top with blue jeans and messy brown hair. He also seemed to be dripping with water a little.

"Hey, hey are you alright?" Ivy snapped her head quickly to the left after identifying that the man in the corner couldn't be the one asking about her welfare. Ivy's eyes met another man, older with sandy blonde hair and a strikingly blue shirt that had dirt and sweat running down it. A bruise was forming on his left cheek, but his eyes were imploring and kind. "Are you alright?" He repeated the worry in his voice increasing.

"Yes." Ivy murmured slowly as she let her brain catch up with the situation she was in. The man who had been retching was still screaming only now he was trying to push or pull a heavy manacle from around his ankle with absolutely no luck. Ivy looked down at her own leg only to see she was in the exact same position. She looked at the man in front of her leg to see they were all in exactly the same predicament. The manacles were attached to hugely thick chains that were tied around the bathroom's piping, giving them all very little space to move in, they certainly couldn't cross the width of the bathroom. Ivy tried edging closer to the calmer of the two men only to find she could reach him with surprising ease which probably meant the same for the other man. She felt a little sorry for the man still wrestling with his shackle in the corner, she too felt like a caged animal.

"No one can hear you." The calmer man told the other with a slight note of impatience in his voice. He smirked slightly at Ivy as the other man straightened up, realising his efforts were futile. "She's handled it a lot better than you have."

"Shut up." Sneered the other, Ivy could pick up the male rivalry in the room already. She had that all knowing feeling that these two men would not want to cooperate with each other. It's because the calm one sees the younger one as being immature, the reasonable part of her stated simply. She agreed with it at once. The urge to tug at her own uncomfortable manacle was becoming almost unbearable, but she fought it down knowing there was no point after seeing the other try it. Ivy also knew that potentially she was in the least favourable position by being the weakest of them all. "What the fuck is this?"

"Calm down, just calm down. Are any of you hurt?" Asked the older of the men, Ivy cursed at her own stupidity and inspected her body for any potential harm performing a frisk on herself, everything seemed to be in working order.

"I don't know...yeah!" Interrupted the younger man, he was still freaking out a little. His eyes were darting around the confined space like a wild animal, Ivy peered at the man see if he was in any serious harm. He appeared to just be completely bewildered.

"What are your names?" Asked the calm man. To Ivy he was eerily at peace with the situation when in all reality she was the one trained for this sort of situation. There was something about him that Ivy didn't fully trust, after all he could easily be one of the men that put her in this hellhole. Ivy pressed her eyes shut, she knew her eyes were shining with distrust. She wished to god she could reach the gun in the middle of the room, then she would at least feel like she had some control.

"Alright don't answer me." Glared the man, turning away from Ivy.

"My name is 'Very Fucking Confused', what's your name?" Cried the frantic man snidely. Ivy narrowed her eyes at him and he paused in his ranting to gaze back at her. "What's going on here?" Ivy looked away, she didn't want to make eye contact with either of these men. Her spine was tingling, and her biggest fear was that these men were going to suddenly spring free of their bonds and attack her.

The older man realising he was getting nowhere with our silences decided to be the bigger one of us and extended the olive branch himself, "My name is Lawrence Gordon, I'm a Doctor." Ivy smiled a little in relief despite herself. "I woke up here, just like the both of you."

"Well at least we have someone that can help us if we do get injured." Ivy smirked at the Doctor who inclined his head thoughtfully. The other man had already lost interest and had gone back to his chain. Ivy rolled her eyes at Lawrence who nodded slightly, they were more intent on the dead body in the middle of the room.

"Recognise him?" Lawrence asked Ivy and she murmured a small no. They both looked at the younger man.

"No." Again he was far too preoccupied with his own shackle to properly look at the corpse.

"Well do you have any idea how you got here?"

"No."

"Me either." Ivy quickly interjected before Lawrence could ask, it seemed odd that the Doctor was the one asking the questions here and not her.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Lawrence asked me, most likely hoping to get more than just no.

"Walking home from work, hearing what sounded like someone following me who I thought was the doorman and then it goes blank." She mused over these last details in her head. Why do I not remember anything else?

"And you?" The distaste was evident in the Doctor's tone as he addressed the younger man.

"Nothing. I went to bed in my shit hole apartment, and woke up in an actual shit hole." The young man spat, gesturing at the industrial bathroom were we currently concealed in. Ivy bit back a laugh that she covered with the back of her hand. Lawrence looked at her as if she had suddenly double-crossed him. Ivy had to admit that despite the young man's occasional selfish tendencies, he oozed a certain charisma that attracted Ivy towards him. However she sobered up a little at Lawrence's withering look, she supposed this was no laughing matter. The young man appeared momentarily pleased with himself at Ivy's reaction.

"What about you huh?" He asked now completely giving up on trying to free himself and focusing on Lawrence across the bathroom, he kept sneaking odd glances at Ivy when he thought she wasn't looking.

"There's not much to tell." Admitted Lawrence, "I was on my way home from work and I don't remember anything else."

The young man glanced again at Ivy who shrugged tiredly. "Doorman eh?" Ventured the young man, "God don't remember the last time I even saw one of those, never mind had one for my building." He joked guessing that Ivy came from a privileged life. Ivy did not answer him but turned to examine her chain again, she did not want to admit that the young man had pegged her there and then. It might be another motive for them she thought agonisingly. The young man closed his mouth awkwardly and Ivy snuck a glance at him out of her peripheral vision as silence fell. He was now staring at the dead man with a look of nauseated remorse. "First dead body I've ever seen. They look different in real life." Ivy had seen plenty of pictures of dead people in case files, but never up close, so she could understand what the young man was going through. He seemed the type that always needed to be talking while Ivy herself was usually a listener, but his voice held a nice quality and Ivy felt safer when the three were talking. Although now she thought about it, Lawrence's profession explained his distant reaction towards the body.

"And from the looks of these chains someone didn't want us to go that far either." Lawrence noted bitterly trying to relieve the chaffing pain around his ankle. Ivy finally gave in and gave her chain a good hard tug. Naturally it was completely fruitless.

Suddenly the young man scrambled to his feet and pulled up his two shirts to reveal to Ivy's astonishment a very nicely toned stomach and abs that Ivy happily drunk in. "Can you see any scars?" He asked her frantically.

"What?" Ivy and Lawrence spoke together as Ivy frowned in confusion as the young man spun around checking his own body.

"Huh? This is what they do man. They kidnap you and before you know it your lying in a bathtub and your kidneys are on ebay." He stated as if this was a common fact of every kidnapper. He had blatantly watched way too many of those cheesy American cop dramas.

"No one has taken your kidneys." Laughed Ivy, the humour relaxing her a little. The stench of the dead man was starting to invade her nostrils however. Lawrence scoffed in the corner, he was now trying to slip his foot out of his shackle.

"How can you tell from over there?" Ivy shook her head and began to walk towards the young man to prove her point. Her chain easily reached him and she smirked. He nodded his head a little surprised, "Touche."

"And I can tell because you'd either be in terrible agony, or you'd be dead by now, trust me." Lawrence explained perhaps a little too harshly Ivy wondered.

"Are you a surgeon?" The young man asked, he seemed genuine, although perhaps this was an attempt at sarcasm. Ivy couldn't quite tell, she was staring at the door and wondering whether Lawrence would be able to reach it.

"Yeah." The young man and Ivy both looked at him, Ivy feeling more comfortable now that he too was from money too.

Lawrence looked at the both of us. "So you two gonna tell me your names or not?"

Ivy paused, in her opinion name telling would only form a connection between them all. The young man glanced at me and then looked Lawrence dead in the eye. After a few seconds he finally spoke, "Adam."

It suited him. It suited him very well. Adam and Lawrence turned to look at her expectantly. The pressure started to get to her, "Ivy." She answered, Lawrence began to get to his feet again while Adam kept staring at Ivy.

"It suits you." He told her unashamedly and Ivy smirked at the irony.

"So does Adam." She quipped back and he gave her an embarrassed grin. "Adam. The first man." Ivy noted as Adam's embarrassment increased.

"Yeah so?"

"Adam, Ivy. What we need to do is to start thinking about why we are here. Someone brought us here could have killed us by now, but they didn't." As Lawrence spoke Adam started to look spooked again. "They must want something from us, the question is what."

"Well you could start by not talking in such a mysterious voice." Remarked Ivy and Adam nodded quickly. Lawrence rolled his eyes at the pair as Ivy let her eyes wonder round the bathroom till she was looking at an analogue clock above her place of rest.

"That clock." She muttered staring at it as it slowly ticked along.

"What about it?"

"It's brand new." She noted, finally letting her skills come into use. Lawrence too tried to get a closer look at it.

"So?" Adam clearly being the slow one in the trio.

"So. Somebody obviously wanted us to know the time." Lawrence answered for me, he was acting a little patronising towards Adam, a fact Adam seemed to be noticing too.

"But why? Most hostage situations rely on the victims not knowing how long they have been kidnapped." Ivy reasoned, Lawrence shook his head as he walked back to his original place. The time currently read 10:40, whether it was the morning or evening though was a mystery to all of them. To Ivy it felt like the dead of night, it seemed wrong for it to be the morning. It didn't fit the whole stereotypical kidnapping regime. "Lawrence can you reach the door?" She asked thinking they might as well as try their most obvious means of escape.

"Yeah, I think I can." Lawrence eagerly edged closer to the door and started pushing his full weight against it.

"Try sliding it." Suggested Ivy. The door still did not budge. Lawrence backed off now out of breath.

"I think it's locked from the other side."

"Typical." Muttered Adam cynically from the other side of the bathroom. He had started rummaging around in his jeans pockets as if looking for something. Ivy watched him curiously as he delved a hand into a pocket and pulled out a brilliantly white envelope with his name written in a big black permanent marker. The envelope was protected by a plastic bag, obviously so it wouldn't get wet from the apparent bath he took earlier. Adam exchanged a look with Ivy before ripping open the top of his envelope and pulled out what looked like a tiny tape. Lawrence too had noticed what Adam was doing.

"What is that?" He asked with a frown. Adam did not reply, he seemed fixated on the little tape. "Excuse me." Said Lawrence waving a little to get Adam's attention.

"It's a tape." Adam answered still not looking at Ivy or Lawrence.

"Where did you find it?"

"It was in my pocket." Lawrence and Ivy both started fumbling through their own clothing. Ivy's stomach plummeted as Lawrence too brought out an identical envelope to Adam, only with his name on the front. Ivy did not have any pockets. "It says 'PLAY ME'." Adam told the two. Lawrence ripped his own open to find a tape exactly like Adam's. Ivy was starting to panic a little now. She didn't know if they were good or bad, but at that moment, all she wanted was her own little envelope with her name on it and a tape saying 'PLAY ME'. The two men now had something she didn't have and a tape usually had information on it. Lawrence was now inspecting something else in his envelope, a bullet and a key. Ivy couldn't believe his luck. But as soon as that thought hit her it diminished. There was no way on earth any kidnapper would give a captive the key to their own restraints. Instead Ivy turned her thoughts to the gun lying on the floor and the bullet in Lawrence's hand. As Lawrence sat down to try his key in the lock Ivy started to inspect the piping around her for any clues. Behind her she heard Adam ask to try the key himself and the sound of it clattering on the other side of the bathroom.

"No luck?" She asked and Adam threw the key down on the floor in a disbelieving face. "Obviously, there is no way he is giving us our own key." Adam mimicked her words childishly as she turned back to the piping and began making her way up to the row of sinks. She heard Lawrence berate him in the background but the sound was faint in Ivy's ears. Sitting in the sink directly above the piping she was currently tied to was a tape reading 'PLAY ME,' her FBI Badge and a knife with a small note.

For protection.

So there we have it, the Bathroom Game has begun and we have met Larry, Ivy and Adam. I love Adam and Leigh Whannel his lines are pure genius. Don't forget about that first game we saw!

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