2The Kidnapping: A Horror Story by Cameron Petty
I woke up to a very dim room, with only one light above me. I tried to move, but I was tied up to a chair. How did I get here? And more importantly, where IS here?
I looked down and saw that I had cuts and bruises all over me, and I was partially bleeding. "Great. I'm tied up to a chair, AND I'm injured. Just great," I murmured to myself.
A few seconds later, I heard footsteps from above. The footsteps were getting louder and closer to me. Soon, the footsteps were very close to me. The thing that was making the footsteps revealed themselves. Apparently it was a tall,and skinny male that looked to be about 16. He had green hair and brown eyes. And he had blood all over him, and he was holding a knife.
"Who the hell are you, and why the fuck did you kidnap me?!" I exclaimed.
"Now now, let's not get too feisty. You wouldn't want your loved one to get hurt, do you?" he replied, in a deep and semi-demonic voice.
Another light suddenly turned on, to reveal my girlfriend, Claire Waters. She had short black hair, and green eyes. She was wearing a dark blue dress that I specially bought for her. She was also tied up to a chair.
"Cameron? Where are we?" Claire asked in her deep female voice.
"Honestly, I have no fucking idea. I wish I knew though," I replied.
Our kidnapper walked over to her and held up the knife to her neck, and he had a menacing smile on his face.
"You would not dare! I will cut your fucking neck if you do," I said to him.
"Oh quite the contrary, my friend. I WOULD dare," he replied.
As the kidnapper was going to stab Claire, I kicked him in the shins. He fell down and dropped the knife. I used my foot to drag the knife over to me, and I kicked it to my back, and the knife cut the rope that tied my hands to the back of the chair.
I grabbed the knife and cut the other ropes off of me, and then I got to Claire.
"Thanks," she said to me after I cut the ropes off of her.
"Welcome," I replied.
I dropped the knife and ran up the stairs, hoping to get away from this hellhole. As we were nearing the front door, the fucker came running up to us and I kicked him again, and the knife was dropped, and it cut my leg.
"Shit!" I exclaimed.
Me and Claire opened the door, and ran out into the woods, hoping to find some indication of civilization.
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A few minutes later, Claire and I decided to take a rest, and to fix my injury. We walked to the nearest tree, and sat down.
"Cameron, as we were escaping, I picked up his bag. I think it has a First Aid Kit inside of it. I'll check," Claire said as she took off the bag and opened it.
"Yes! There IS a First Aid Kit inside!" she exclaimed as she took it out.
She opened it, and took out a Band Aid, took off the peelings, and placed it on my leg.
"Thank you so much Claire," I said.
"Welcome," she replied.
"And Claire, I love you so much," I said soon.
"I love you too," replied Claire. Our lips touched and we instantly forgot about everything except for us kissing each other. Her lips tasted like sweet cherries. That was my favorite type of lipstick for her to wear.
I soon herd a branch break. Our lips broke apart for air, and to see who came near us. And it was none other than our kidnapper himself.
"Well done. Bravo!" he praised as he clapped his hands for enthusiasm. I knew the praise was fake.
"What do YOU want?" I asked.
"Isn't it obvious? I want you to fucking die! Then I'll be happy, and you can be on your merry way. Oh wait! You WON'T go on your merry way because you'll be dead!" he replied, with a sarcastic, then an actual happy smile on his face.
"Yeah, about that, I have a better idea! How about you go fuck yourself in the ass, and you die in the process, and then we shall be on our merry way!" I replied, using the same tone as he did.
I think I must have pissed him off, because he took out a knife and he started coming towards us.
"Claire, I think we need to run," I said to her, and she nodded in reply.
We ran in opposite directions, and the killer swung the arm that contained the knife around. I soon heard something get stabbed. I looked behind me, and Claire had the knife in her stomach. I ran over to her as the killer took the knife out of her stomach.
"Claire honey, speak to me. Please say something," I said to her frantically.
"Cameron, I love you. I'm happy that I had a great boyfriend like you. I, I love, I love you," she said, getting quieter and quieter. As soon as she said that, she passionately kissed me one last time before she closed her eyes.
"Claire? Claire? CLAIRE!" I exclaimed, tears starting to well up in my eyes.
I couldn't hold in the wet and salty tears anymore. The tears started streaming down my eyes, and I was feeling more sad than ever.
My sadness then turned to fury and hate. The only thing that was running through my mind at that moment was "KILL HIM!"
I looked around, trying to find a knife somewhere. I found one behind me, so naturally, I picked it up, and I pointed it at the bastard that killed Claire. I ran over to him, and when I got close to him, I lunged my arm forward, hoping to hit him. He ducked, but I made a scratch in his stomach. I had a grin on my face.
He stood up and ran towards me at an insanely fast pace, and I tried to move out of the way but I was too late. He ran the knife into my stomach, and my eyes grew wide. I had a terrified look on my face, and I dropped my knife. I fell to the ground, the knife still inside me as blood slowly flowed out of me.
"You wanna know who I am?" the kidnapper asked. Since I was slowly dying, I couldn't reply, so I just lied there while he was on top of me, holding the knife, and ready to rip it out at any moment.
"Well, I'll tell you anyways. I'm you. From the future. You see, I slowly went insane throughout my life. And, suddenly, I snapped, and I was permanently insane. And I decided that I should see if there was an alternate universe me, and if there was, kill the son of a bitch. And so I traveled the entire multiverse, looking to see if there was an alternate me. Eventually, I found you and your whore of a girlfriend walking home. I had a huge grin on my face, excited that I get two victims for the price of one! And here we are now, in the present time. So in a few seconds, this knife will be ripped out, and you will die," he explained.
"N-no, th-that's impossible. What about in your world?" I replied, hoping to have a little more time left in my life by stalling him.
"Don't worry. I have it all planned out. Once you die, I will cut up your face so it will be unrecognizable, travel back to my world, stuff you in a garbage bag, and then travel back to your world to take your place. And don't worry, I already wrote a suicide note," he replied.
After he said that, he ripped the sharp-bladed knife out of my stomach, and blood flew out of my mouth onto the green grass. Soon, everything went black as I closed my eyes.
Author's Note: Well that was certainly eventful. What did you think? And if you want to know how Cameron and Claire got kidnapped, look out for the prequel, Another Love Story!