Post by Stormm on Nov 20, 2006 22:53:48 GMT -5
No Games
Just a bad dream. I had thought it was nothing more, nothing less than just a bad dream. But when I woke up, hoping to be in the comforts of my own bed, and maybe in the arms of one Lindsay Matthews, it was quite the opposite. Not only did I wake up into the same bad dream I remember going to sleep to, but the only thing that was holding me tight was the chain link of handcuffs that kept me bound to the corner of the small cell.
Frantically, much like before, I tried to escape, but a five minute rage lead me to nothing but being covered in sweat with a loss of breath. Looking back down at the handcuffs that were set into the concrete, I let my frustrations out. 'Shit!' I then, without thinking, let my right hand ball into a fist, and it came crashing down onto the concrete. I immediately brought my right fist to my body in pain, and looked around the room, once more, much like I had for a week prior with no results.
Like before, though, the speaker in the corner where I was chained came to life. It was nothing too special, but the static I had become accustomed too was heard. Sitting there patiently, as much patience as I could tolerate to have, I looked up at the speaker as if it were a human, waiting for it to make more noise that it already had. 'Justin?' The voice through the speaker asked.
'So I believe you. I'm back. What do you want with me now?' I asked back, but sat in silence, minus the static, for quite some time. Looking around the room for more clues to how I could escape when by freak coincidence I felt something in the front right pocket of my jeans. Reaching in, I pulled out a small key that looked too much like a key to a pair of handcuffs. 'Are you serious?' I asked out loud, not expecting a response.
The static coming from the speaker ceased and a voice was once again heard. The same low tone voice that was easily made out to be adjusted by some sort of device so I wouldn't recognize the actual voice. 'Yes, I am serious, and I see you've found clue number one, congratulations.' I shook my head as I quickly used the key to unlock the handcuffs. Quickly standing up, I moved about the room looking for anything else I could randomly find out in the open. The speaker brought more life to the room. 'And to answer your question. If you would have paid attention to your first week of captivity here, you would have realized that I have only brought you here in hopes for you to escape. You see, there is nothing in it for me to see you die in here, I want you to find your way out. Not only will it make things in my life more interesting, but I have a feeling fighting for your life to escape will help you out more than it will damage you.' The voice faded, and the static returned.
Shaking my head, I continued looking high, low, and all around for anything else I could use to my advantage. 'I just don't see what this is supposed to prove, other than you, whoever you are, being a sick freak!' I yelled as I scavenged for the next thing I was supposed to find in this "game" I was playing. 'Nothing but a sick fucking freak!' I shouted.
While listening to nothing but static, my own breathing, and the sounds I was making while looking for my next clue. The static soon faded, and the voice came back through the speaker. 'Justin, you make me laugh. Your hostility towards me is just amusing. And what you don't know is, how you play this entire game will determine how I let it progress, and that makes me laugh as well. You are about to find out first hand, that the things you've already done have changed the progression of the game already, and before the next week of your life, your game, is changed, I want you to know one thing. The next clue you are looking for can be found in the back of your mind, you don't even have to look very hard for it, just reach back and grab it.' He said as the static returned and the Christmas lights that hang in the corner begin to flicker as if hanging on a Christmas tree.
Letting loose, I ran to the corner where the speaker was, and tried to jump and grab it, but it was too high for me to grab. Normally it wouldn't be anything for me to grab, but something this guy had drugged me with caused me to be slightly weaker than normal. 'I'll get out of here you son of a bitch! Then I'll find you, and when I do, you will regret everything you've done!' I yelled.
The lights in the corner began to flicker slower, staying off more than on, and the static from the speaker faded one last time. 'Justin, you may be determined to escape so you can get revenge on me, but I think you'll escape, and want to do nothing but thank me later. In due time, though, in due time. I just hope you like your new lighting for the week, Justin; it should prove to make things more interesting inside your new home. Just remember, this may be your game now, but within this game, when you stretch the rules like you already have, but testing the banker, then the game is thrown aside. I'm not playing any games with you for the next week, remember that!' With that, the voice faded, as well as the static from the speaker.
I sat down in a different corner from where I previously was, already annoyed at the flickering lights, and hardly able to see anything when the lights flickered for less than a second at a time. Sitting there, only a couple thoughts came to my mind, and I spoke the, out loud. 'I don't want to die.' I said as I wiped a lone tear from my right cheek. Then I spoke again. 'Is anyone going to help me? Can I even help me?' I asked myself, because I wasn't sure.
