Seventy-Three (Danny); Lies.
"Aren't you hungry?"
I look at Heather as the man addresses her. I guess I'm greatful he hasn't introduced himself to us. That would most definately make the situation worse! I'm not admitting this to Heather -and certainly not him!- but right now I'm scared shitless. I've never been in such a position in my life, and it's fucking scary. Give me anything else - ghosts, crazed dolls, voices in my head - I don't know! Anything else would be fine to cope with... But this... I'm so fucking helpless, and I hate it! I cna't help myself and I can't help Heather. Fuck. Fuck.
I mean, sure I've had my share of psychotic fans who've stalked me. Who hasn't? But that never got to this sort of realm. This is just fucking creepy, and I fucking hate it!
"No," Heather answers quietly. The girl has got to be lying; she hasn't eaten anything since I've been here, and it's been at least a week now. She's all pale and thin, and looks awful!
"You know," the man purrs, "that little lie would have worked much better if your stomach hadn't just made that noise." He pauses, and I watch Heather's face go slightly red in the dim light. "It isn't poisoned, you know," he continues. "We need you alive. For now, at least."
" 'We' ?" I question, forcing myself to ignore Heather's frightened whimper and the tendril of fear snaking its way up my throat. "Who's 'we'?"
"Surely you don't give me credit for being intelligent enough to be in this alone?" the man taunts, dropping the plate of unappetising sandwitches he had been offering to Heather at her feet with a wry smirk. "No, I'm only one of us."
"So who're the rest of you?" I challenge, sounding a lot bolder than I feel. A considerable amount bolder than I feel.
"You really expect me to answer that?" he sneers. I growl.
"Whatever. What the fuck are we here for, anyway?" I ask, and want to bite my tongue off the second the words leave my mouth: I don't want to know the answer. The man chuckles coolly, looking dangerous, and I can't stop the icy rush of fear flow through me at the tone.
"I shouldn't be the one to tell you that." I get the feeling he doesn't like me. How strange... "And besides, do you really want to know the answer?" he adds.
"You don't scare me." I snap, bitching because in a way yes, he does scare me, and I'd rather not let him know that.
"Hmm, perhaps not." The man muses, then smirks. "But I scare her." He turns and grabs Heather, pulling her up to a standing position before her legs give way and she falls. I think she's landed on the sandwiches...
"You don't scare her as much as someone we know will..."
I hadn't heard the door open, but I sure as hell recognise that stupid fucking voice!
"What the fuck are you doing here?!"
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