Young Writers Society

I realized I had been holding my breath and let it out slowly. What was he holding behind his back? The person on the bed fidgeted and I turned to the bed, Natalie covering my back. The person lying on the bed was a man of about 20, and looked very familiar. As I undid the ropes and the man sat up, I gasped. It was Neil Parker! Neil was my boyfriend, a year older than me, and the best person I knew. What the hell was he doing here?! I whirled on Alex.

“You…..You….beast!” I shrieked. “Of all the low down, stupid, psychotic things to do!! Why. Is. He. Here?!” I screamed as I rushed at Alex, but Natalie saw something I didn’t and tackled me to the floor. I looked up at Alex. He had a knife right in front of my face! His eyes were glittering and he had a grin on his face that made me shudder. I picked myself up off the floor, slowly, my eyes never leaving the knife. Natalie followed me, still keeping a tight grip on my arms. Alex chuckled.

“Well, I thought you might need some motivation.” He said, his voice was soft, which was extremely blood chilling. If his goal was to totally freak us out, he was succeeding. Admirably.

“You see, I thought if you had your boyfriend here, it might motivate you to...let me see….do exactly what I want, without any fights.”

Natalie and I glanced at each other. Something was definitely wrong here…. Alex continued, his voice a purr.

“What I want you do to, is to keep going through this hall, down to the door at the very end. There I think you’ll find someone that Natalie is rather familiar with. I want you to take this gun, and shoot him. He has something I want, something dangerous, something useful, something to help me....conquer the world. It’s better you die getting it for me, than me dying.” I watched Natalie. Her face was turning red. We both knew who Alex was talking about.

“NEVER!” Natalie shrieked, and she dove at Alex. I lashed out and grabbed the knife. Alex wretched his arm and the knife slipped, cutting into my hand. Natalie managed to get one of his feet and tripped him. The three of us were rolling on the floor, me, trying to get the knife, Natalie, trying to knock him out, Alex fighting us both off. Then the lights went out again. Great! Suddenly a hand grabbed mine and squeezed it, cutting of the blood flow. Neil! At the same time he kicked out at Alex caught him somewhere vital. He loosened his grip on the knife. Natalie saw her chance and grabbed the knife. She scrambled up, keeping the knife pointed at where we hoped Alex was, all we could see was a dim shape on the floor, holding a hand to his face. Neil helped me up off the floor and the three of us cornered Alex. Natalie pointed the knife at him.

“Turn the lights back on.” She said, her voice low and dangerous. Alex cackled.

“Make me.”

Neil took the knife from Natalie and held against Alex’s wrist.

“Would you really like me to cut you open?” He asked, and Alex growled.

“Alright.” The lights came back on. Alex was laying on the floor, his left eye was swelled shut, his mouth was swollen and bleeding and he had a small cut above one eyebrow. My hand was still bleeding, though not as bad, Natalie had a lump on her forehead and she was tendering one leg. This was just lovely.