Seventy-Seven (Danny); Recognition.
Even though I am thoroughly aware that this situation could very well be lethal, I can't help but think that this is getting completely ridiculous! Some part of me is certain that I'm dreaming. Or delirious. Or stoned, or perhaps a mixture of all the above. Either that, or the little grey cells have lost it completely! This can't be real! Just because you dislike someone doesn't mean they're going to turn out to be some kidnapping freak! Right?
Right?
Wrong. Apparently.
"What the fuck are we doing here?!" I demand, wondering for a moment just where the hell 'here' is. I refuse to be cowed by some stupid blonde actress who thinks she's all that and clearly isn't. Suzie smirks at me, and I get an almost uncontrollable urge to try and kill her.
"Revenge, you stupid little man," she purrs, toying with the gun in her hands. Gun? Shit, hadn't noticed that. Maybe I shouoldn't go leaping at the bitch.
"Revenge for what?" I opt for snarling at her instead. There's this desperate urge to keep her talking, possibly to take her mind off what she might do to us. If I keep her talking, my mind reasons, we've more chance of staying alive. Though, as I regard Suzie in the dim light of wherever-the-fuck-this-place-is, she's got this manic gleam in her eye... That is never good...
"Oh, don't tell me you don't know!" she laughs, in the sort of way that you can tell she's really enjoying herself. Fucked-up freak! I don't like being laughed at, and the irrational part of me once again wants to jump her, but luckily the rational part of me reminds it she's holding a gun. Yes, Danny, leaping at the psycho bitch with the gun is a bad idea!
"I know..."
The voice make sme jump; I haven't heard Heather speak in so long it's a bit of a shock. Her voice is trembling -so's she for that matter- but I'm a little more than freaked out, and I want to know exactly what the hell is going on. And in any case, how the fuck does she know, anyway?! She isn't in this whole mess, surely?!
"What d'you mean 'you know'?!" I demand of her, fear making my voice tight and the words come out with more of a snap than I intended it to.
"Always were too sharp for your own good, Lloyd-Gale." Suzie hisses at Heather, who cringes back, her face the colour of paper.
"Uh-..." She makes a sound in the back of her throat, obviously trying to formulate more words, and failing. Understandable really, with Suzie's gun pointed at her forehead.
"So you know what I'm going to do to you." The latter purrs, her voice sounding how I imagine poison to sound. Heather's eyes grow to an improbable width.
"You - you wouldn't-!" she stutters, words coming to her at last. "Not - not here - not.....not for r-real-"
"Just try me."
"Hello?" I snap, trying to cause some kind of distraction; Suzie's gun is getting far too close to Heather's head, and I don't want to see my friend's wife getting her brains blown out. There's a slight pause in the rather one-sided conversation, but only Heather looks at me, her eyes absolutely petrified. She clearly knows something I don't.
"It's going to be more than just a nightmare for her." Suzie's voice is nasty.
"What the fuck is she on about?!" I snarl, directing my anger at Heather, seeing as Suzie won't grace me with her gaze. Heather flinches again, and that, irrationally, makes me even angrier. "And who the fuck is 'she'?!"
"Amy..." the girl in front of me whispers, shivering. "It -" she stops suddenly, realisation dawing across her features. "Suzie - it - it was you I saw! The chains - the - fire - you! How?!" she isn't making much sense at all, and I look to Suzie, who has shifted position, apparently so she can keep the gun trained on both of us.
"Oh, just a little spell I picked up. Easy enough, especially against someone as psychologically weak as you." She casts me a glance, then looks back at Heather. "Binding and control. You know how that feels, don't you? Control... Loss of vision..." Heather doesn't appear to understand, and I sure as hell don't! I'm about to demand that someone tells what the hell is going on, when Suzie speaks instead. "Poor little girl... So na�ve. So stupid. Cast your mind back to half past six on the morning of April eighteenth... Remember the fire? And the darkness...?" she laughs suddenly, the noise much too loud in this place, and I can't help myself as I jump. Heather now looks like she's going to pass out - she's swaying slightly.
"You... You could have killed me!" she exclaims, voice shaking. That's it, I've had enough.
"Would someone mind explaining what the fuck is going on?!" I spit, struggling to sit up properly and show some kind of authority. Suzie looks at me, her lip curled. Gee, thanks.
"Shut up. I'll deal with you later. You're not important." She sneers, and turns back to the petrified Heather.
"How about dealing with me now?" I suggest angrily, managing to get up and clench my fists.
"Danny! She's got a-"
"Shut up!!" I wince as Suzie's foot comes into contact with Heather's stomach, and the small girl keels over onto the floor, gasping in a way that suggests quite alarmingly to me that she can't breathe properly.
"For fuck's sake, leave her alone!" As much as I am not a martyr, I don't actually like seeing Heather getting winded; she's only a kid, after all. I still see her as that, God only knows why.
"She'll live," Suzie sneers at me, kicking the fallen girl. "For now, anyway." I saw that one coming. "James," she calls, and within a second the freak with the knife returns.
Oh.
Fuck.
Now we know his name. James. Fuck. Fuck! They're not worried about letting us see who they are -and in Suzie's case, I think she enjoys terrifying Heather- so that means... That means unless we get rescued pretty damn quickly...
We're going to die.
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