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This chapter contains vulgar language and slight gore. Be prepared!

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Those were your last words before the unending silence filled the dark, cold room. You were still breathing heavily, sometimes interrupted by a loud hiccup. You hated it when you would cry like a little bitch. You hated it when you didn't have a grip on yourself and your emotions.

You hated it when you finally got answers, the answers you so desperately craved, which only created even more questions and ultimately chaos in your head.

It felt as if eternity passed by, as if you were stuck in this loop of hatred, fear, desperation and pure horror. With this revelation, all kinds of thoughts swept through your mind. The continues and chronic headache reminded you of its presence with every heartbeat and you could only think of the future.

If there even was a future.

Would they ever use that arsenal?

Your mind registered movement and your eyes slightly shifted to the side, to the place where the noise came from. Jeff cleared his throat, wanting to get your attention on him fully. But you refused to look at him.

"That's all I needed to know." His gruff voice wasn't filled with mockery, hatred or amusement like before. It was different now... More soothing... Calmer than you had ever heard. But you stubbornly kept looking at the ground, trying to hold on to your questions before they'd sink away.

You wanted... No... Needed to think.

You heard his footsteps echoing through the room, clashing loudly against the rotten wood as he made his way over to you. Keeping your sight on the floor you continued with your childish behavior, even as he stood right in front of you.

His cold hand went up to your face as you felt his leathery skin softly colliding with your cheek. You completely tensed up at his touch, wanting to take a step back but frozen to the ground. His face came closer to yours and out of reflex you clenched your eyes shut.

His wounded mouth rubbed against your cheek, followed by something slimy, which made its way up to your eye. It didn't take you long to realize what it was.

He was licking your fucking tears.

You wanted to pull back, but his hand had moved to grab your chin, keeping you steady in place. Moving your head down a little, his tongue disappeared from your face as you felt his breath fanning over your left ear.

"I'll be back soon." And with that he let go of your face, turning around quickly before walking over to the door. He stopped for a second, as if he wanted to say something more... As if he wanted to turn around and come clean.

Few seconds had passed before he continued to open the door without looking back, slamming it roughly behind him as you heard his footsteps fading.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you got what you wanted. Complete silence and peace. Some much needed space to think.

You decided to cast away Jeff's weird behavior, as it wasn't that uncommon for him. You had worse matters to think of and something inside of you told you that you didn't have much time left.

Out of sheer exhaustion you walked backwards, letting your body fall onto the bed while staring at the ceiling.

You needed to gather your thoughts, make some sort of connection again. Getting the puzzle pieces back in one place, so to see the whole picture.

What you know is:

You, along with your friends, have been kidnapped by non-human killers with special abilities who can't die by normal weapons. Lola's father is part of a company who creates weapons against these creatures. He gave a 'failed' blueprint to Lola in order to divert the attention of those creatures from his company to Lola, his own flesh and blood.

This blueprint, however, is worth nothing since he already created many, many weapons against these creatures. It was purely a diversion. They sacrificed their own men, he scarified his own daughter... He did nothing to save her... So, does that mean buying time is more important that his men or own daughter?

There was slight logic in not using those weapons when you, or Rayne, got taken. They would completely blow their own cover... Completely mess up the diversion by showing them they had a chance against these 'Creepypastas'.

But that was also the part that didn't make sense...

Why would they need a diversion if they already have tons of weapons left? Why do they need time? Are they preparing for something? Are the weapons not finished yet?

Lola's father must know by know that they figured out everything was a scam. Why aren't they doing something about it? As the adrenaline had died down a little you knew that they wouldn't suddenly burst in and save you.

They had risked too much for that already.

Everything had been a play... That protection from the FBI, the whole kidnapping... The 'we couldn't do anything to stop them' ruse... God you wondered if Lee knew of this. If all those dead FBI agents knew of this.

You had felt so fucking guilty because you thought their deaths were YOUR fault. But that's total bullshit! You were part of the play as well! You felt the familiar anger boiling again and you quickly redirected your thoughts, to stop yourself from going all out with no effect.

Instead you thought of what Jeff had said... They were trying to kill you because they thought you knew more of it... Is this nightmare ever going to end? Each time you managed to take one step forward, they pull you back three steps. Right now, you were bordering on the teeth of the monster, one more step back and you would fall into the slimy orifice.

Of course, you hated being with Jeff, you despised the guy with everything you had...

But at least he kept you somewhat safe.

Your own mind could've settled with living your whole life with this monster, if you knew your friends were either safe or in a 'safe place'. You didn't mind sacrificing yourself. You had seen too much already...

Touched by the darkness too many times to forget everything and go back to the way it was.

But now... You had to watch out for all those other killers as well. Not only when you've provoked it yourself, like wandering outside without any protection... No, you continuously needed to be on your toes, listening, smelling, seeing, feeling if there is a killer in the room, waiting to strike as soon as Jeff's out of the door.

You'd be tortured, ripped apart, eaten alive...

He can't stop them... Just as Laughing Jack had said.

What was your purpose in staying here anyway? You had indeed nothing to give them, nothing to even tease them with... Nothing that could give you the slightest feeling of safety, which could protect you from their greedy arms.

You had no 'two-worded' code.

No small 'important' blueprint which shielded you from their wrath...

You had absolutely nothing.

What were you going to do? Sit here and wait for them to get to you? Wait for Jeff to finally finish you off? God! How you wish you had just one fucking gun in here. How you wish you had remembered everything that stood on the blueprint.

How you wish that blueprint had been important indeed and how you wish you could've recreated that weapon.

That way you'd go on a fucking suicidal killing spree, killing every living thing in this house until you'd get overpowered. You would have loved to drag some of them down with you to hell, see them burning along with you would ease the pain a little.

But you didn't have a weapon...

You traced imaginary lines on the with blood spattered ceiling, ears peaking at every creak the house made. Were you really going to fight again? For what? Your friends? Do you honestly believe you can still get them out?

You're hunted, you're out of time...

It is done...

Giving a loud sigh, you felt the tension, the questions and the pain leaving your body. It was as if you had finally accepted everything. As if you had finally accepted your fate. You had fought like a tiger against these creatures.

You had done everything in your power to free your friends, to free yourself... But it was never enough. They didn't negotiate, even though you went through hell to get that box... They didn't give you a chance to live a quiet life next to Jeff, even though you were of no threat to them.

With what they know now, you have nothing against them anymore.

You were tired. Not tired like before, not physically exhausted... But mentally. The determination that had strengthened you from the beginning was dying out, leaving your body to feel... Kind of empty... Inside the flame was flickering, one mere blow enough to put it out.

You couldn't see a way out, you couldn't think of a way out... You had been creative from the get go, but that took so much energy... You couldn't bring any more up to create a last resort plan if it wouldn't present itself. You were drained and ready for them to finally end you.

Death would even come as salvation...

Your closed your eyes, relaxing your body and mind completely as only a few thoughts entered your mind.

You wondered...

What if you had been in on the plan from the start? Would you have made different decisions? With knowing the reasons for that diversion, would you still be willing to sacrifice yourself for whatever it was they were protecting?

It was hard to answer such question when you didn't know why they had created the blueprint... Why they needed time away from those monsters... Was it all for the greater good? Were they protecting humanity?

Maybe...

Maybe you would've walked the same road again. Maybe you would've let them take you, knowing that you had saved the lives of thousands of people... But you didn't know if you had that in you. You didn't know if you were a hero or not.

Would everything have been different... If you knew the two-worded code and had the key? Would you have saved it as a joker? Ready to use when completely cornered like now? Or would you have used it instead of the blueprint? Trying to negotiate with the killers when they had so much more to lose?

What if Lola had been in on it? What if you had continued questioning her about that blueprint when you were sitting in the living room? Had all been different then? Would she even have told you?

You remembered it like yesterday... The memory was carved into your mind like hieroglyphs on old ancient, Egyptian walls. When thinking of the start of this mess, that one experience popped up immediately:

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"Uh, yeah I was distracted because I saw a small metal box." You replied casually and then turning your attention back to the TV.

"Oh that? That's mine." You immediately faced to Lola, while Rayne, who was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, came walking in.

"Yes well, my father asked me to store it somewhere safe. He said that it wasn't that big of a deal, but I had to hide it just to be sure." At this you raised an eyebrow and Rayne crossed her arms. That was a really strange thing for a father to ask of his daughter.

"Huh? Your father asked you to store something important? What is it then?" Rayne said, and Lola only huffed, fixing the pendant of her necklace before she rolled her eyes.

"I don't know, something from his company. It's really nothing okay? My father wouldn't be that stupid to hide something important regarding his company with us girls, where it most likely will disappear. It was something like a failed blueprint which the other bosses wanted to throw away, but he thought it might come in handy someday." It all sounded very logical, however it was still very strange.

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You remembered Rayne standing in the doorway, her arms crossed while doubting the story... Exactly like you did. You saw Lola sitting there... Slightly irritated that you had continued asking questions and wanting her to elaborate.

How she rolled her eyes, hands clenching... Clenching

Wait...

Cold sweat formed onto your skin, your eyes slowly widened. You felt your heart speeding up as you laid frozen onto the bed.

This couldn't be.

There was no way...

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"Alright Lola, are you ready?" Her gaze travelled to her friend, who was casually sitting on the couch with her now empty plate clenched between her hands. The key-shaped pendant of her necklace had disappeared into her mouth, a strange habit Lola practiced since she was young. Lola placed the plate onto the table, walking up to the mirror to check herself.

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You couldn't be thinking of that right now.

You couldn't know!

But everything pointed into that direction. Sandy's dying words entered your mind and for the first time in weeks they felt like a warm blanket of love. As if she had meant for you to continue like this, as if she had meant for you to figure this out right now:

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N-Ne-Neck.... Neck...." A small sigh escaped your friends' lips, seeing as you didn't understand what she was saying. You repeated her words and now understood that she meant 'neck'. She was choking on her own blood. She was filled up to her neck with blood, making it harder to breath.

"Sandy, don't speak! Concentrate on breathing, don't push yourself." Ignoring you again, she continued on.

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You immediately shot up from the bed, casting aside the dizzy feeling as you watched the door in pure agony. You had figured it out again. You hadn't just taken a step forward, you wholeheartedly jumped right out of the monster's beak.

You had snatched the flame out of the greedy hands of these demons, reawakening the fire inside as Sandy's voice echoed loudly in your head. All while this riddle began unfolding in your mind, opening yet another way of survival.

You know where the key to the arsenal is.

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Do you know where the key of the arsenal is?

Each time I write the chapters keep getting longer.

Buckle up since now a lot of things that have been mentioned before are important. One thing in particular is important for making the decision in the upcoming decisions chapter. Forgotten a few thing? Read the story over again.

I did end it on a cliffhanger because that's my speciality. I need to savour it while it lasts.

Do you think the reader will survive it all and go back home? Do you think she'll stay with Jeff? Do you think she will find her way into the arsenal and turn into a teenage mutant ninja turtle super mutant?

Let me know in the comments, as well as any other questions you might have.

Have a terrific day, darlings.