Deacon - Chapter 13

The door isn't locked.

I walk up to the door in the pitch blackness. As soon as I open the door, I am blinded with a dusty white light. Seems like I'm in a prison of some sort.

I need to find some clothes first. There are small rooms around my cell. They seem to be empty. But clean too. Oh, these bastards. They give me a lightless cell with an annoying as hell song and they live in their separate rooms. Soon, I hear a handy radio go off. "The girl is losing it. I'm going to check on that man... See if he needs anything. Over" The radio buzzes off. I find the radio and hold on to it. I then enter one of the rooms and open the closet. I pull out a pair of black jeans and a blue denim jacket. I wear it above a grey vest. I fill myself up with peanut butter. I'm happy it's crunchy, not creamy. Then, I set off to look for Kelly.

Chapter 3 – (Alan)

I hear absolutely nothing but footsteps and buzzes of the handy radios. It stinks of some old sweat and dust. The walls have a depressing color of grey throughout the building. Small rectangular holes in the walls cover with bars let in some light and let out some of the sinister smells.

The footsteps get closer. I get behind the door of a room and listen to them. "Hey! Shh... He got out." I hear.

One of the men runs, trying to find me. When he is far enough, I grab a hammer next to a bed and sneak up behind the other guy. Using my right leg, I kick the back of his right knee, forcing him to move lower. Immediately after that, I begin choking him so he doesn't make any sounds. He fights back and scratches my already wounded eye. Then, I switch my position and put my arm around his nose, pull back, and use the nail-removing side of the hammer to get into his windpipe. Soon, I drag him into the room and drop him. Then, the fluids from his chest begin making loud noises of him choking. To make it quick, I pull back from his hair and hit the back of the hammer into his neck again, and again, until he stops moving and until his body falls down, leaving his head hanging from his hair, in my hand.

Another man walks up to my cell and spots the pool of blood. I begin running. Launching myself into the air, I slam the back of his head with the front of the hammer to knock him out. I pull him into the same room and put him into a bag with the head. I then walk out of the room, locking the doors.

If Rave took Kelly because he liked her, she would be in a room or in an office. She's got to be in the office. On my way there, I hear Rave walking around with his weapon dragging across the floor. The sounds of metal scratching were coming from outside a room. They were moving in circles around a room. I should be able to get Kelly quietly if I walk in when Rave is on the opposite side of the room. That is now my plan.

I wait for the noise to go to the opposite side of the room. I take a few steps ahead and open the conveniently unlocked door. I walk in and there Kelly is. Tied up to a chair... dressed in a very short, red dress. "Shh... It's me. Let's get out of here." I say.

"What are you doing here?" She asks. The question passes right over my head. As soon as the sounds of the metal dragging stops, I begin moving fast with Kelly's hand in mine. I had forgotten that Kelly is wearing high heels. Soon, she trips and falls over. Then, the metal screeching on the floor stops. Footsteps begin accelerating from behind the room towards us.

Soon, they skid and stop. I think he doesn't suspect us anymore.

I hear from behind us, "Hands above your heads!" They throw a bag on our heads and drag us. All I can make out is, Rave is pulling us... towards the outside of the building. Why outside though?

They throw us in a truck and knock us out.

We then wake up back at our camp. Everyone is kneeling on the sand and rocks. "Rise and shine, little man." He says while smiling, "We were just waiting for you to wake up."

"We got a family of four here. Only one can live. That is your choice." He says. How can I give orders to kill people that I've lived with? I look at them and notice that it's the old man who gave me the gun that morning. They have a son on his knees. He is only seven-years-old. I can't kill his parents in front of him. Then, there's his mother and his older brother.

Jeez, I can't choose. I won't choose. "Do it to me, instead!" I say. "What are you? Joking?" Rave asks. Then, I reply, "The only joke around here is your men, hiding behind—" "Shut up and choose!" He screams as he punches me in the face. "NO!" I scream back at him. "This is how it is then..." he says as he lifts up his melee weapon towards me.

Then, I close my eyes and hear him swing. Nothing happens to me but he turned around while I wasn't looking and swung at the mother's head. He turned her into a pancake, then, the boy's big brother. After that, he turned towards the boy's dad, "Last words?" he asks for the first time. The father replies, "Take care of him, Deacon. And you, Rave, I swear to God, you will die and your head will have candles coming out of every hole in your head... for the sake of decoration. I will—" Rave swings at him repeatedly, too. This is all that's left of Alan's family. For those who don't know, Alan is the child.

I forgot about him and take a look at him. He is shaking of hate, anger, and sadness. Then, he looks at me and says, "You should've left Kelly there. This wouldn't have happened."