Life is Colourless
VIII
*time lapse*
Ugh, what happened? The last things I remember are being drugged and screaming. And hearing the words ‘I’m going to have fun with you’ I actually don’t think I want to know what happened. No, I don’t.
Even if I did, I would have no way of finding out what happened. Creepy guy wouldn’t tell me, I know that, and I don’t think there’s anyone else here. I mean, I haven’t heard anything. And I probably should have heard something, footsteps, doors opening and closing, anything.
What do I do now? I take a look at my surroundings. Or not, I find out. It’s pitch black, same as before. I’m tied to a chair, maybe? Feels like a chair. I’m wearing my boxers, and nothing else. Well, that eliminates that particular possibility.
I feel a pain on my chest. The left side, over my heart. It’s deep, and throbbing. Also, it hurts like hell. Why didn’t I get this before? Oh, right, busy thinking about what happened. Uhh, this happened. I think…
*Third Person P.O.V*
‘Might as well have some fun with you’ MF says. Mikey screams, long and loud. He’s worried about what it is in MF’s hand. It’s dark, so he doesn’t know.
It’s a blade, similar to the one Gerard uses. Used to use, sorry. It’s easy to forget that he’s totally gonna stop cutting. Ha. Never.
MF brandishes the blade by Mikey’s face, then he blacks out. From fear. Isn't the first time, won't be the last.
‘No-one will hear your screams, Mikey. We’re all alone…’ MF says more to himself, than to the unconscious Mikey.
He laughs evilly, before dragging the blade in a circle around both of Mikey’s upper arms. The blood starts to form in little bubbles, then the bubbles burst and blood starts to run in thick streams down the man’s bicep. MF laughs again, before dropping the blade on the floor. It makes a small high pitched twinkling noise as it bounces on the metal floor.
MF always likes to leave his mark on his victims. This goes in the form of a burn, from a cigarette lighter. He takes it from his pocket, a small, cheap lighter.
MF goes to make his mark, then stops. Have I done enough? He thinks to himself. Fuck no, I haven’t. He smiles sinisterly to himself, then kneels on the floor. The lighter flame flickers in the dark as it’s lit. The flame moves closer and closer to Mikey’s legs.
The flame hits Mikey’s ankles. The unconscious man twitches slightly, but doesn’t wake up. The flame slowly makes its way up Mikey’s legs, leaving deep, and third - degree burns in stripes on the front and back of his legs.
MF gets up. He leans down again slightly, and holds the lighter near Mikey’s chest. The flame flickers back to life. It leaves two marks on the man’s chest, above his heart. They are the letters ‘MF’
Ugh, what happened? The last things I remember are being drugged and screaming. And hearing the words ‘I’m going to have fun with you’ I actually don’t think I want to know what happened. No, I don’t.
Even if I did, I would have no way of finding out what happened. Creepy guy wouldn’t tell me, I know that, and I don’t think there’s anyone else here. I mean, I haven’t heard anything. And I probably should have heard something, footsteps, doors opening and closing, anything.
What do I do now? I take a look at my surroundings. Or not, I find out. It’s pitch black, same as before. I’m tied to a chair, maybe? Feels like a chair. I’m wearing my boxers, and nothing else. Well, that eliminates that particular possibility.
I feel a pain on my chest. The left side, over my heart. It’s deep, and throbbing. Also, it hurts like hell. Why didn’t I get this before? Oh, right, busy thinking about what happened. Uhh, this happened. I think…
*Third Person P.O.V*
‘Might as well have some fun with you’ MF says. Mikey screams, long and loud. He’s worried about what it is in MF’s hand. It’s dark, so he doesn’t know.
It’s a blade, similar to the one Gerard uses. Used to use, sorry. It’s easy to forget that he’s totally gonna stop cutting. Ha. Never.
MF brandishes the blade by Mikey’s face, then he blacks out. From fear. Isn't the first time, won't be the last.
‘No-one will hear your screams, Mikey. We’re all alone…’ MF says more to himself, than to the unconscious Mikey.
He laughs evilly, before dragging the blade in a circle around both of Mikey’s upper arms. The blood starts to form in little bubbles, then the bubbles burst and blood starts to run in thick streams down the man’s bicep. MF laughs again, before dropping the blade on the floor. It makes a small high pitched twinkling noise as it bounces on the metal floor.
MF always likes to leave his mark on his victims. This goes in the form of a burn, from a cigarette lighter. He takes it from his pocket, a small, cheap lighter.
MF goes to make his mark, then stops. Have I done enough? He thinks to himself. Fuck no, I haven’t. He smiles sinisterly to himself, then kneels on the floor. The lighter flame flickers in the dark as it’s lit. The flame moves closer and closer to Mikey’s legs.
The flame hits Mikey’s ankles. The unconscious man twitches slightly, but doesn’t wake up. The flame slowly makes its way up Mikey’s legs, leaving deep, and third - degree burns in stripes on the front and back of his legs.
MF gets up. He leans down again slightly, and holds the lighter near Mikey’s chest. The flame flickers back to life. It leaves two marks on the man’s chest, above his heart. They are the letters ‘MF’
Notes
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2/10/15