• Can’t Escape Part 3

    I was so confused on what to do and while I was thinking, I heard the maniac shout, “Where are you darling, I swear I’ll make It quick, but I can’t promise that for your little savior over here.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, was my protector dead. I didn’t want to believe it but I had no time for mourning for a man I barely knew; even if he did save me. I ended back up in the room where I was strapped to the gurney and picked up every knife I could. I had to be prepared for anything and having a weapon made me feel a tad bit safer.
    After finding a weapon I hid in the corner waiting for him to walk into the room. I heard him approaching cautiously; maybe I might win the fight. Once he walked into the room I screamed and stabbed him in the leg. He immediately let out a blood curtailing cry, and reached for the knife in his leg. While he was once again distracted I ran out the door, but not to find an exit. I ran to where the man that saved me was laying. He wasn’t moving, and the blood from his wound was pouring out. Immediately I thought he was dead.
    I leaned over his dead body and started crying. “Please wake up, I can’t beat him on my own; please I need you.” My sorrow seemed to have some kind of effect. He immediately reached for me; I thought he might be wiping my tears away. Instead he grabbed me and moved me out of the way, much to fast for me to understand what was happening. When I turned around there was the maniac again with a knife in his hand now inside of my newly found friend’s body. The blood shot out from his body and splattered all over my face. “NOOOOOO!!!” Now I was truly alone, and had to fight this man on my own.
    I immediately took out one of the many knives I had left and charged at him. When I was about to pierce his upper shoulder, he grabbed my wrist and threw me backwards. I hit my head off what I thought was a wooden table. My head was gushing blood, but I pushed that aside. As he walked up to me I secretly grabbed another knife and when he bent down to slit my throat I stabbed him directly in the eye. The knife in his hand dropped to the floor, and the man punched me across the face full force. While he pulled the knife out of his eye I got another knife and stabbed him in the head.
    He immediately fell to the ground motionless. Was it over, could I finally leave. I waited there for what seemed to be hours only to make sure he wouldn’t get up and start attacking again. After I was positive he was dead I ran back over to the man that I thought I could save. His body was cold and motionless as well. I thought if I only stayed with him sooner I could’ve saved him but there was nothing I could do now. He saved me twice and that is more then I could’ve asked for. In a way I will always miss him there to protect me. I never knew this man but yet I trusted him enough to help me and so he did.
    I stood up and walked across the room to a phone. I dialed the number 911 and when someone answered I said, “Please send an ambulance. I don’t know where I am but I was kidnapped. There are 2 dead men and many other bodies in the basement. Please hurry.” The police and paramedics reached the destination in at least an hour. They questioned me for a couple of minutes then the paramedics insisted I go to the hospital to check out my head wound. As I was driving to the hospital all I could think was, it’s finally over.
    Later on in the hospital the cops came again to talk to me. The news I got was dreadful and fear ran throughout my whole body. They said, “Miss we found the bodies in the basement but we only found 1 body up stairs.” I immediately asked, “What body did you find.” The cops told me they found the body of the person who saved me twice. I couldn’t believe it. I thought he was dead. I screamed at the cops. “You don’t understand, he wants to kill me, you have to help me please!” This was never going to end, I knew that right away. All I could hope for was that he would never find me.

    2 Years later
    It has been 2 year since the kidnapping and I thought the maniac has finally given up. I got on with my life and was very successful. One night when I was about to go to sleep I heard a very strange noise. I sat up in my bed and turned on my light. There he was, those coal black eyes, and the one eye that I stabbed which was now gone. I screamed and then he charged at me.