Captured (Split Fanfitcion)

Chapter 14

Grabbing the handle frozenly you felt your heart painfully pounding in fear. You've been trapped in the cage of the lion but this time the lion came for you on its own as well. You tremblingly turned towards your enemy. He was standing there, staring at you with predator's eyes. His blood vessels were pulsing on his whole upper body to the rhythm of his loud breathing. You could feel the deadly intention in his way of standing and you knew: he'll start hunting in any second. He was not your captor anymore.. it was truly a monster.

You shakily lifted the shotgun to his direction even if not making him scared but to make yourself a bit reassured. All you had to do is act like you had a loaded shotgun, maybe it will help. Maybe it'll make him hesitate to attack. But even so, where could you run? The only exit was closed, you had the key, but didn't have enough time to open it. And since it was just the two of you here... you had no chance. But still, you had to make the best out of this situation.

He moved, stepped closer to you. Your tremble became stronger by every one of its steps. "It'S OveR" He shouted at you grinning. His voice made you flinch but you had to swallow all your fear.

He jumped towards you with grabbing hands. Move, move! For god's sake!

Forcing your frozen limbs to move finally, you dodged him by running to the other side of the room. You didn't stop and headed straight to the kitchen. Not waiting for any seconds to waste you rushed to the drawers and pulled them out forcefully. C'mon there must have been a knife here or at least something sharp! It's a f*****g kitchen! After swinging out the last drawer on the right, you noticed a great kitchen knife and without hesitation you grabbed it. Feeling now a bit safer, you turned back to where you thought your chaser was. Though you didn't expect him to reach you at the moment your eyes met. He was standing in front of you, looking at you with killing eyes. You flinched in fear to the sight of him, but gathering every single courage of yours, you swung the knife with all your might. However, even though you did it with a full blast, as soon as it touched his skin the blade broke down and flew off of the grip, causing your hand to be in horrible pain. You cried out but it was more because of fear and despair than the actual pain you felt. He was an invulnerable killing machine.

"WhAt'S WrOng? DiD yOu rEaLly tHinK yOu cAn HuRt mE wITh tHaT?" He kept grinning at you with a crazy expression. "mY sKIn iS hArD lIKe sTeeL" Both of you knew who was stronger. He was just playing with you. Like a cat do with a mouse. With a quick move, you wanted to head to the corridor and get some time to think. But your chaser, he didn't plan this, so with a quick grab on your shirt around your hips, he easily stopped you. The sudden jerk made you moan painfully. You tried to untie the knot you'd entwined to cover yourself before, but it seemed that you'd done a really good job with that because it didn't really want to be released. "YoU dOn'T wANt tO lEaVe dO yoU?" He said contentedly. "I wAnt tO pLaY wItH yoU a BiT mOrE" Instead of any response, tears started gathering in your eyes as you were desperately pulling out the sleeves from the knot. Since you didn't have any better idea, you used the remained blade from the knife to cut down the flannel of your hip. It was music to your ears to hear the thin piece of cloth splitting into two parts and letting you out of this material cage. Almost falling over, you managed to get to the entrance of the kitchen, so without thinking, you dropped the damaged knife and headed straight to the corridor.

Leaving him back, you were now running in your pants, panting loudly as you felt your limbs becoming heavier by every step of yours. Every place was a dead end so not having a better room, you decided to go straight back to the one with the computer. Maybe you could hide there, and... get some time to escape after that. Your chance was low.. almost impossible, but there was no other choice.

You rushed into the room, shutting the door behind you and quickly locking it with the key. Ok, now think! You had to hide somewhere! There wasn't actually a proper place here for that. So without any better plan, you hid under the table, using the chair for covering yourself. It was not the most elegant way, but god damn it, you just wanted to somehow live. Probably wasn't the most effective one either, but.. it was what it was... Trying to keep your calm, you didn't move your eyes away from the door. He could be here in any second...

The door suddenly dented with a loud noise. You flinched as you saw the mutation on it. Forcing back to your growing tremble, you squeezed the grab on the shotgun to your chest, waiting in silence. In the next moment, the door swung open, bumping into the wall and the hanging clothes.

He came in, breathing loudly as he was looking around slowly. His intimidating intention made your heart pound painfully, your whole body was shaking as you tried to swallow back the pure fear. Tears were flowing down on your cheeks like little streams again, and the imaginary squeeze around your lungs made you suffocate. You knew: if he finds you, you'll be dead.

"WhY dO yoU mAkE tHis sO diFfIcuLt? YoU caN't rUn aWay fROm yOuR fAitH!" He shouted angrily. "JusT gIvE uP!!" he set his teeth as he continued to pay attention to any movement.

Biting painfully your lower lip, you tried to muffle any sounds you made. Shutting closed your eyes, you repeated t yourself that everything would be fine. He will never find you. You are going to get out of here to live a normal life. That you won't die here...

He slowly turned towards you, with a grin on his face.

"THerE yOu aRE!" He yelled pleasantly as he started to come closer. Your heart beats drastically fastened to his dry voice.

This was it.

This was the end.

He pushed away the chair with a forceful move and it loudly hit the wardrobe.

You were vulnerable.

You quickly lifted the shotgun to his direction with yelling "KEVIN WENDELL CRUMB" again. No success, he easily took away the weapon and with force, he managed to bend it. You were panting in fear, looking in despair as your only hope was being destroyed with ease.

"DiD yoU rEaLLy ThiNk yOu cAn TriCk mE? THaT I wOn'T nOtiCe iT'S nOt LoAdeD? YOu ReaLLy aRE aN i***t!" He laughed hysterically and after grabbing your leg with a light movement, he easily pulled you out from under the table.

You cried out in pain as you felt your back abrading to the floor, making your dirty white shirt being turned up from your stomach. After closing your eyes, you shakily raised up your arm in a weak protest, but couldn't do anything else. You were desperately crying, begging for your life at this point. You didn't want to die, for f**k's sake! You wanted to live!

You just wanted to live...

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You didn't feel anything though.

Did you die already?

no...

He.. was not doing anything...

Then you felt something. A cold finger on your stomach. It made your whole body shiver.

"You.." This voice wasn't similar to the last one at all. It sounded so.. broken in disbelief. Panting loudly, after forcing in yourself some courage, you slowly opened your eyes to see what was going on. It was him, your captor – Dennis again. You felt it, you just felt it. It was him, and the monster was gone. He was staring at your stomach in a broken grin.

No.. he was staring those scars on your body.

"You ARE Pure..." He whispered in awe as he couldn't move his eyes away from your body. You didn't know what was happening, but after managing to do a quick kick, you crawled back to the wall with trying to balance your suffocated breathing. Not breaking the eye-contact with him, you swallowed some of your pants. You were in the middle of a panic attack, and god-knows-what-else could happen. He was still grinning at you from his place, but his expression quickly changed into a confused one. "I-I can't believe I could find a Pure by accident... I-I should have been more careful. Everything seemed to be working fine. But I didn't expect you to ruin all my plans" he giggled darkly. "I won't hurt you though. You've suffered enough."

His last statement made your stomach twist in disgust "W-Why should I believe you? You almost f*****g killed me.." You said quietly, forcing up a cynical smile.

"It's because I thought you were one of those rotten Impures... But you're not. You're Pure! Just like us!" He told you with a gentle expression.

"I'm nothing like you!" You hissed in broken voice looking straight at him with your already cried out eyes. Even though you wanted to sound angry to him, your tone became sadder and sadder at every word you added "I-I thought... that I can help you. When you told some things about the past." Tears started flowing down on your face again "I thought I can help you. I-I wanted to help you since w-we were similar... but.." you shakily swallowed a sob "It's over. I was weak and manipulative. But. Not anymore." You forced through yourself the sobs that blocked you from speaking properly, but eventually, you've made it.

He was looking at you in silence. His expression was serious like he was paying attention carefully to every one of your words. But after your last sentence, he stroked his hand on his sweaty forehead. "Not that... you could have helped us anyway." You felt through his voice that he was struggling with the words. "Nobody can..." Then he stood up after a deep sigh "You can go home and pretend that this whole stay didn't happen. You're free."

"I don't have anything like that." You whispered after a bit of hesitation, looking at the floor. He wanted to leave but this sentence of yours startled him. You weren't sure, why did you say this, but you did.

"What? I was spying on you for days, and I know you live in the same house as your uncle. You have someone to look after you. You have a loving family."

Even the mention of your uncle made you want to vomit. "No, that's..!" You started but couldn't find the right words. You didn't want to open up for him, but it was tearing you apart. It was like a wound that couldn't heal. He noticed your sudden struggle. "I-I just... that's not something I can call for a home..." you responded hesitantly.

There was a small break between the two of you. He was looking at you silently, thinking the proper answer. "Well.. I'm pretty sure I made your last week an absolute hell. Let me help you then."

"Why would you do that?" You lifted your head towards him in confusion.

"For apologizing"

His answer raised up your temper. "That's bullshit!" You snapped "You know that there's nothing that you could make up the things with, after what you've done! As I said, you wanted to f*****g kill me! Do you think I can ever forgive you?!"

"I don't want you to forgive us. Just to try to understand." He said quietly.

For a second, you didn't know what to respond to this. You've felt a familiar funny feeling to raise in your stomach... hilarious isn't it? You were ridiculous. "Y-You can't help me anyway..." Your voice became shy for all of a sudden.

"You can never know." He smiled at you softly. Again, this funny feeling started to gather in your stomach. You hated this feeling. "Let's say, I help you to find a place, or.. simply just feel somewhere safe, and then our ways can separate again. I want to somehow compensate this... whole thing. I know I can't.. but. We Pures should join against this cruel world. What do you say?"

You hesitated. Every part of your body wanted to refuse him, but deep inside.. you felt his intentions. That this time he didn't want to harm you. And to be honest, you needed some backup, to finally face with your uncle. That asshole should have already been in jail for years. So even if you didn't like this idea, he might have been the only one right now who could understand you. And this was enough. So with a deep sigh, you looked at him, with determined eyes.

"A-Alright. Let's just say.. for a week. And then we will see what will happen." You reached out your palm for a handshake.

He smirked to your answer and shook it. "Good choice, Young Lady."

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Ridiculous.. you were just so ridiculous.

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But after all, you really were just an i***t, weren't you?