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This chapter contains vulgar language. Be prepared!

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Your eyes widened even further as finally all the puzzle pieces fell into place. A whole weapon arsenal? What did that mean? Was the blueprint really only a failed weapon? Did the Creepypastas completely target the wrong thing and so overlooking the important threat at hand?

But the real question was:

Were they accusing you of setting them on that side track?

You had absolutely no idea that there was a weapon arsenal. Did this mean that the FBI had a chance against these creatures? That they were actually way more developed than you had hoped and could kill them easily?

That you had an even bigger chance to get rescued and get out of this hellhole alive?

But that... Those things... The details... It didn't add up!

Why did they 'pretend' they couldn't do anything about those creatures? Why did they allow Rayne to get taken through the t.v.? Why did they allow Lee and so many other FBI agents to die for you, while they had a whole storage of useable weapons standing by?

Why... Did they allow them to take you and your friends?

Thousands of opportunities and thoughts flew through your head. You were pondering over the newfound questions, trying to get the loose ends together in order to find answers. You were thinking of the newfound possibilities and ways to get yourself, and your friends, completely freed.

With this conversation, a whole, big bottle of information had been opened up. And with that another hundred questions or so.

You were engulfed in your thoughts that you forgot to focus on the discussion at hand.

It was only because you felt Jeff's cheek against your own that you realized you had to continue on questioning, that you realized you needed to give Jeff more attention in order to get your answers. Your hand shot up and grabbed his own, pulling it away from your face as you pulled your body away entirely.

You needed to look him into his eyes, wanting to know if he told the truth or was just fucking with your mind.

"So, you mean to say... They think I know more of that arsenal?" You knew the answer to this question already, but somehow the small bliss of ignorance residing in your body hoped you were wrong. To your horror, Jeff's usual, sadistic smile and glimmer in his eyes told you enough and you immediately retreated your hand from his own.

"I don't! And even if I would, why would it matter anyway?" Jeff snorted loudly at your response, almost to the brink of laughing as he watched your shocked, angry and confused face. You had so many things to figure out even without knowing you had been set up all along.

"Oh, doll... You see it's not at all as easy as that tiny, little brain of you think it is. Those dumb fuckers make sure to secure every thingy they make... This weapon arsenal is only accessible by the one who created those weapons... He will either pass it on when he dies, or... The code and key will be lost forever, so to also seal everything inside it for greedy hands."

You gazed intently at the killer, thinking his words over and letting them seep into your mind... It is only accessible by the one who created it... To make sure that when he or she dies the weapons can't fall into the wrong hands...

Probably because they are not tested yet... Or too dangerous to really use.... Or not complete and so not usable... Or because no one else can create these weapons like he/she can... Or merely because the higher ups didn't want them to use them?

It is a really cryptic way full of flaws... What if that person dies unexpectedly? Then the door will be shut for good, same goes for the whole project. It will cost millions of dollars all spend on something you can't reach... But at the same time... That is exactly what they want, isn't it? To keep it protected. If there is a right suitor for the job, then he or she would leave the code and key to him or her somehow...

"Can you guess who created those weapons? I'll give you three chances." Jeff's rough voice boomed through the silent room, dragging you back to the real world. You blinked your eyes several times, trying to get what he had just said.

Who created those weapons?

It wasn't that hard to figure it out. Who had created the blueprint and make sure it was hid? Who had gotten you into this mess in the first place? Who was truly responsible for the death of Lola and Sandy and maybe another friend?

You could only come up with one face... One man who had doomed you all.

"Lola's father." You whispered more to yourself than to Jeff. Your eyes traveled down, staring into nothingness as Jeff began to laugh loudly, clearly enjoying the pain stretched onto your features.

"Look at that... Correct in merely one guess. Hurts to know, doesn't it?' You ignored Jeff's weird outburst as you were once again completely engulfed into your thoughts.

Lola's father had created even more weapons... Which were all sealed into this arsenal... Yet he couldn't seal the fucking blueprint of death into that arsenal too? He couldn't have gotten his daughter and her friends out of trouble by never giving that damned thing to her?

He couldn't have saved everyone by allowing the FBI to use his weapons?

And what was it all for?

A cold and at the same time hot chill crept over your spine. You felt the blood retreating your face as you began to dig even deeper. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as the room suddenly turned a whole lot darker, colder and sinister.

No... You didn't want to believe that... You couldn't believe that... Was that stupid blueprint just a diversion? Did he actually know it would be the first thing these monsters would target? Did he deliberately sacrifice his own daughter for the sake of his research?

The gears in your head began to turn vividly as you had recalled everything regarding that blueprint. All those unanswered questions about it had been answered within a whim. A seemingly so important blueprint was given to his daughter... Because it didn't have any value at all.

He never got it out of the house after you had been attacked for the first time... Simply because it didn't matter if the killers got it.

The ink bomb had been designed as a diversion, in order to take more time off of these killers... But if they had ruined the blueprint by forcing the lock... Whatever. It didn't matter.

The whole thing was worthless.

You began to feel dizzy. Your mouth was becoming dry and the world turned into one big blur. This can't be happening... This can't be right... You had hated- no... Despised Lola's father for allowing his own daughter including you and your friends to be taken by mass murderers.

But you had always brushed that off as a fault of his. A miscalculation, being too reckless, something he never intended to happen but happened anyway...

Yet now... All this information... Suggested that he had let you get taken... That he had planned this all along because he knew the Creepypastas were on to something...

He had knowingly sent his daughter and her friends into their deaths and had done nothing to prevent it or even set it straight. He knew he was at fault, but kept acting like another victim. He had done neigh to atone for his faults, not even now.

He could have given them the damn code of that stupid, fucking blueprint if it didn't mean anything! He could've tried to negotiate with the killers, could've gotten his daughter and her friends out by pretending it was extremely important.

Hell, you could care less if all those stupid weapons got destroyed by these killers! They can make new ones! But he can't get Lola back, or Sandy... Or... Or you!

He did absolutely nothing!

A feeling of nausea overwhelmed you as these thoughts were flying through your mind. He was as monstrous as Jeff was... Maybe even more. He was so dangerous because you couldn't see it from the outside. You couldn't see how rotten he was when you had first met him, what kind of darkness had invaded his heart.

You had blamed him many times for your, and your friends', demise yet you had no idea his roots were dug even deeper.

"Aw, what's the matter? You don't tell me that you really didn't know?" Jeff's carved smile only added to the wide grin his mouth really made. Did he enjoy seeing you so grossed out? Did he enjoy the fury this newfound information blasted onto you? Of course he did, when would you learn?

A few tears were forming at the back of your head when Jeff kept taunting you about it. You had cried over this so many fucking times, yet your tears never seemed to stop. When you finally thought that you were over this you learned new information which fueled your pain even more.

Biting your lip, you averted your gaze. You didn't want to look at Jeff so that he could make you cry even more. God, you were such an emotional wreck!

"Come on, don't act like you had no idea." This comment struck you right in your heart. The fueling pit of anger which was boiling deeply inside of you grew bigger in an instant, overflowing the small bucket which could be considered as your limit.

You sprung up from the bed, furiously glaring at the killer while trying to hold back tears. Whether they were out of anger or sadness you didn't know, but you knew Jeff had struck a nerve. Lola's father had struck a nerve.

"I don't! I don't know what you are talking about! Don't you think I would've told those stupid assholes out there everything I would know if it could free me? Don't you think I would've gladly helped them destroy every last weapon in there if I even knew they would exist?!" You spat at the killer, furious that he would assume you knew even the slightest bit.

The tears were now freely streaming over your face as you shot lasers at the killer. He sat there, still smirking widely at your anger, at your tears... At the pure frustration you were showing. Clearly enjoying the state you were in, the fit you were throwing.

"So, you don't know anything about the two-word code including the small key?"

A shrill, fake laugh erupted from your throat as you threw your head back, eyes rolling visibly while speaking: "Two-word code? One that he uses? You mean something like 'fuck you'? Or better! 'Fuck Lola' since that's what he has done. Oh yeah, I know a ton of two-word codes."

The sarcasm was dripping from your voice, but you guessed that Jeff would understand the message even without it. Did he really think you would be extremely lucky a second time? Did he really think you knew exactly what Lola's father had been planning?

Did he really think the fucking FBI would give you a piece of their plan?

No.

And that was the exact reason why you were so angry.

You had been used without any knowledge, without any consent. These past weeks or months you had been trying everything in your power to free your friends... To keep the alive. Even to the brink that you had been willing to sacrifice yourself for them...

You thought you were a victim to something so unusual. A victim to ill fate, to extreme bad luck...

But it was planned.

Everything... Had been planned.

"Don't you think...." You were shaking now. Shaking of anger, shaking of regret, shaking of hatred... Shaking of pure disgust at what had been revealed to you. Your voice was a mere breath, almost completely inaudible thanks to the emotions.

"Don't you think... I would do anything to make the person who put me in here pay with more than his life?" There were pauses in between these words, you had trouble catching your breath as your whole mouth and nose had been filled with mucus.

You looked pathetic and you knew it.

"The only reason..." You explained further: "Why I got the code of the blueprint in the first place was because Sandy told me... I don't know of another code or other possibilities of numbers... I. Just. Don't. Know." You were still shaking, but most of the anger had left your mouth together with those words.

Silence filled the room once again as you were staring at the ground. Even though you knew Jeff had a full view on your teary face, you just couldn't stand to face him. You couldn't show him your weakened state, even though you knew he had seen it many times before.

Taking a deep breath while your hand shot to your chest, hoping that way to calm it down, you spoke again:

"If they think I know something about this... Then they're wrong. I have nothing more to give."

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And another one...

Turbo update since I have to leave for work.

I hope to update again within two weeks.

Have a terrific day, darlings.