Captured (Split Fanfitcion)

Chapter 13

You shakily swallowed watching the scribbled paper. Whoever had written it, wanted to make sure, that the reader will remember them... But this meant that the thing that was written before had to be true. At least you wanted to believe in this. Because it meant you might have a chance against the monster. Now though you still had another issue to solve: somehow you had to find the key for the door. You wanted to rule out that possibility that there's only one key.. no, you had to keep your positivity and hope. It was the only thing that pushed you forward at this point.

Since besides that note you didn't find anything important, you started thinking about other ways to get to know the key for your escape. Then suddenly you remembered: Dennis and that woman have been talking about some videos on the computer. Maybe one of them can tell you something useful. With this hope, you sat down, grabbed the mouse and started looking through the files on the desktop. After a quick check, you startled at a number of names. 23... 23 names. Did these all belong to different individuals?! For proving it, you clicked on the first file on the left which was named: 3_Orwell.

After clicking on it, a video appeared in a new window of your captor wearing glasses and green wool sweater with a light brown shirt. He resembled you to Dennis with his appearance, but his aura wasn't actually intimidating at all. He stressfully set his glasses with a deep sigh.

[Do you remember-] he started [the time of all the conquests that has happened? Do you remember when Mohamed conquest half of Europe?! People were in fear but then they said it was enough and then rose up against them! And-] he leaned closer to the camera with a serious expression on his face [this is what we should do as well against the Horde! They think they can terrorize us, but-]

You closed the video impatiently. Maybe it could have been useful for you, but definitely not now. If your keeper finds you, you'll be definitely screwed. Not to mention that you didn't have much time until the deadly ceremony. You had to concentrate on the useful things now that lead you to your escape.

For the next, you clicked at a video right above the previous one which had the file name: 2_Jade. As soon as the new window opened, you got to see the man sitting in front of the computer this time in light pink cardigan and brown tank-top. You assumed by the name and clothes that now a female individual faced you. She was holding a needle angrily looking into the camera.

[Every single doctor] She started frustratedly [- Well I mean except Dr. Fletcher – has told us that we are different individuals in the same body.] After carefully moving the needle and injecting it into her side, she furiously showed the empty one towards the camera. [So then tell me.. Why then am I the only one who has to use these fuckin-]

Without hesitation, you closed this video as well. It was just simple trash, nothing else. You need information, well USEFUL information not just chatting and ranting. Ain't nobody got time for that, especially not in a situation like this! Nervously you checked the names again, hoping to find for someone, who could help you out. You stopped at the first name though, the file 1_Barry made you think. He must have been the guy Hedwig was talking about all the time. And this meant he was supposed to be responsible for that Light. So maybe he could be useful for you.

With a swallow, you double-clicked to the name and saw as the new video opened. This time your captor was sitting in front of the monitor thoughtfully looking away. [I am currently wearing retro commando styled trousers, and plain indigo colored shirt... If I would not be wearing this scarf my appearance could totally be assumed like I have been in a rummage sale ugh... I don't know, nowadays I so not have any taste for fashion.. ] His voice was gentle and kind of sophisticated-sounding compared to the other ones. You were just about to close this video as well when he started talking about things that caught your eyes. [I.. worry myself to sick.. It is like the time has stopped around me. I am the one who is responsible for and decides about the Light, but.. I feel like someone steal it from me when I don't pay attention.] Stressfully he massaged his forehead with a deep sigh. [The Horde always mention those who haven't suffered. I don't know what they want, but it scares me to hell.]

He also mentioned this.. "Horde" like that guy before. Who were these people? Were they individuals? Talking about people who haven't suffered.. this was something that Dennis or Patricia would do. These two for some reason really seemed to want to make a revenge. And Barry could know something about them because he was the leader after all. So you decided to let his video go on. You didn't give up looking for the key though, so standing up, you also continued the searching.

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It must have taken already 10 minutes to look for that god damn key without any success, so you switched your tactic and tried to find a heavy object that you could have used to break the handle down somehow. Your choice fell on a bag full of books so with some powerful swings you attempted to at least weaken the lock on the door. Hurl after hurl, but still no success.. You started to lose all your hope in this plan and just resign yourself to this horrible faith.

Barry though, he has been talking since the beginning. He mentioned something about a getting up between Dennis and Patricia and their bad relationships with the other members. Also that because of some bad memories they were dedicated to clean this world from those who haven't experienced the real suffering. From those.. Impures if you were hearing it clearly. Actually, you haven't really been paying attention to him, only to catch some words hoping that they'll help you out. If you remembered right, he mentioned this story about the monster as well that Dennis and his companion believed in, and that even if the others don't want to believe in its existence, they are afraid of what can Dennis do. He was too determined to accept the others' opinion.

[Maybe I should talk Dr. Fletcher about this..] Barry continued stressfully elbowing the table [Anyway I need some fresh air, so I am going to go for a walk.] He stood up from his place and went straight forward to the hanging clothes. After putting up his cap, he pulled off the key ring from the coat hook. [Well, this is the end of my Monday Diary. Ciao!] and the video has stopped.

You looked at the monitor blankly, dropping the heavy bag. You needed a minute to process the things you just saw. Then with a quick turn, you went to the coat hooks and nervously looked at the grey cap hanging there. After a nervous swallow, you shakily reached at the cloth and slowly lifted it.

The keys were there.

Your stomach twisted as you stared at the object flusteredly. You finally managed to find the way to the exit. It was just so unbelievable. Then finally with a deep breath, you grabbed the ring and went to the door. After several nervous attempts, you successfully heard the familiar 'click' sound as the lock has turned. At this point, it was pure music to your ears. But you mustn't have let off your guard yet.

You still had to find your way out of this hell hole.

With a careful lean, you looked around. There was nobody in the corridor, but then a sudden noise hit your ear from the direction of the assuming way of your exit. You felt your lung being squeezed by your nerves, but you had to go there. With slow silent steps, you started walking. Even the small noises made you shake like leaves in the cold wind but there was no other chance, you had to keep going. After looking into the kitchen, you didn't find anything extraordinary.. the noises came from the other part of the corridor. You remembered seeing the entrance in the living room, but first, you needed to go through the kitchen for that. So without risking to reveal yourself to whoever who caused this noise, you decided to just leave as soon as possible.

With a quick silent turn, you head towards the exit. After reaching it, you tried to open it with some powerful jolt, but no success, it didn't open. s**t, maybe, one of the keys opened it... You hated to think about this, but now you had to try out every single one in that huge ring to find the good one. You were sure that you didn't have enough time but you at least had to give it a shot.

First key, no success. The second one, no success. The third, no success.

You felt your survival chances dramatically drop after every failed trying.. But you kept continuing these desperate attempts. You just didn't want to even think about the other possibilities... Tears started flowing down on your cheeks like little streams as you were panting in despair. You flinched as you heard a sudden noise right behind you. But as soon as you turned, the sights made you freeze in fear.

It was him, your captor, climbing up on the wall, like some kind of monkey that has made its way up to a tree. You could feel his deadly aura even from the other sight of the room. This was bad. Horrible. You'll die. He or more like.. this.. will kill you in no time. You have no chance.

Suddenly though, that name has got into your mind.

Maybe.. maybe you still had a chance.

"K-Kevin Wendell Crumb" you said shakily, but he seemed not to react to it at all. You tried again this time with more power. "Kevin Wendell Crumb.. Kevin Wendell Crumb!" At this point, the desperation was crying instead of you.

He suddenly jumped onto the floor and furiously started hitting the wall near to him. He seemed to be struggling. You didn't dare to move though, you were just looking at him repeating the name in total fear. He slowly crawled into the kitchen not giving you any proper reaction. Even if he disappeared for a minute, you couldn't move an inch, your limbs felt like stones once again. Your aloneness didn't take long since the man appeared in no time with a blanket around his shoulders. His look seemed to be saner than ever. He looked so confused like he has just woken up from his sleep.

"W-who are you?" he asked quietly. You didn't dare to answer, the great fear had taken over you totally. "Did I do something? D-Did I hurt you?" His voice trembled at the second question. You didn't answer this time either but more tears appeared in your eyes. He nervously chewed his lips "You... You're here on your own right? Because you wanted to come here... r-right?" It was impossible to force back to the constantly gathering tears, so you just sobbingly shook your head. Like getting a shot, he startled to your silent answer, but then with a nervous smile, he tried to prove himself about his sanity. "I don't understand.. I swear I was on the bus after shopping but then.. I-I don't remember anything after that. Today.. today is 18th September 2014 isn't it?"

Forcing back another sob that was about breaking out, you shook your head again with an, even more, heart-broken expression. Seeing your answer made him doing an expression that you've never seen from any of the individuals before. It was pure disappointment and regret. "I can't take this anymore..." He murmured to himself quietly but then with a deep sigh, he looked at you with determined eyes. "I have a shotgun in that cabinet carefully hidden. The shells are outside in the locker under my name... Kill me." Your eyes widened to his ask. You didn't believe in your ears. His determined look didn't change even at your startle. "This is not a life... Kill me." His voice trembled and his expression became more desperate. He seemed to be totally serious about this. You guessed you didn't really have a choice. It was either you or him.

You were just about to go to the hidden shotgun when his expression suddenly changed, and he rushed to you panicking "Oh nonononono waitaminute! Don't do this he just can't accept the reality!" He gasped for breath "I'm Jade, but did Dr. Fletcher get all the emails?? We should do that-" but then like someone flicked a switch in his head, his tone had changed "I-It was just like when the famous conquest happened in 1008! This alliance reflects on our honor, this... Horde!! In other words Patricia, Dennis and that boy! Their actions are inexcusable and-!" Suddenly his tone changed again but you couldn't even follow this anymore. The only thing that has been being repeated in your mind was the fact that in, either way, you'll die here. "Everybody calm down! Ah finally! Oooh little girl" he caressed your cheek gently that made you flinch in fear "they have stolen the leadership of the Light from me, but the group will make this up." he said softly without breaking the eye-contact with you "Oh my dear, my name is Barry-" with another struggle, his expression became calm, but you could see the anger in his eyes. "We shouldn't have used that walkie talkie... We almost got caught.."

The tone of his voice.. the way of his speaking.. it broke your heart again. Hearing Hedwig again hurt you more than anything. During loud sobbing, you looked at him with begging eyes "Please stop it Hedwig!" You cried out weakly as you started stepping backward shakily.

"Ah, they were right!" he said amazedly "You're really, really scared of us!" He smiled surprisedly still looking at you with big eyes.

You couldn't take this anymore.

With a quick turn, you moved the door of the cabinet that Kevin had talked about. "Mr. Dennis and Ms. Patricia became leaders because of me! Now I'll give them the Light! From now on no one will make fun out of me!!" He grinned in satisfaction. You didn't pay attention to him, just kept searching that gun with loud crying. After finding it, and making sure it's working, you forced a determined expression to your face. You wanted to be as self-conscious as possible for this last moment. From now on everything depended whether you could find those shotgun shells.

However as soon as you looked back to the man, his expression changed once again. He was looking at you with deadly calm and an intimidating smile on his face. He carefully set the blanket with one hand "Thank you Hedwig.." the familiar tone of voice made your blood freeze in your body. It was Patricia who was facing you now.

With growing nerves and losing courage, you shakily started repeating the name again in hope to call him back "Kevin Wendell Crumb! KEVIN WENDELL CRUMB!!" You cried out in desperation.

"Kevin is sleeping far away from us." Patricia said softly "You can call him as many times as you want, but.. he won't hear you... The monster has shared his dreams with us... about a big group that can give him life. Girls.. 10 or maybe 12 next time... This is just the beginning!" You didn't want to hear this anymore. With loud protest, you turned to the door and started dragging the handle with all your might. It didn't open. C'mon this f*****g door had to open somehow! But it was stuck! While hearing the painful struggle in the background, you more and more desperately tried to break that door even by tackling it with great swings.

Open, you f*****g door!

Open, open, open!

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But the door hasn't opened.