![]() The figure hissed and slunk back a couple steps as Masky and Hoodie came around the corner, standing behind the kid with the goggles, who was leaning against the wall, grinning sadistically. "Adrenaline makes the blood taste sweeter. The dark figure chuckled creepily, and duh the blade deeper against my skin. I gasped, and quickly shoved my hand into my pocket, only to discover my knife was gone. Seems like the puppets brought fressssh meat," the figure hissed, sniffing my throat disturbingly. Just as I reached the next floor, I was suddenly slammed into the wall, as someone came darting out of nowhere, pinning me against the wall, a bloody scalpel in his hand, and pressed against my throat. I peered around, and headed toward a set of stairs, leading down several floors. I stepped out of the room, and found myself in a long, dark hallway. "He's-s not going to believe you if you just s-stand there and t-t-talk," the kid retorted, and followed me. "Toby, don't get yourself in trouble again," Masky warmed the kid as I walked past. I snarled at the kid, and pushed past him, striding towards the door. "You don't b-believe us? Why don't you have a look yours-self?" He growled, threateningly. The weird kid stepped up, pushing in front of Masky, pulling his mouth mask down to reveal his torn, burn looking wound that tore across one side of his mouth, revealing his teeth, and ripping up his cheek. "So a halfway house for psychopaths and murderers? Perfect," I grumbled in disbelief. For those who have done wrong, been wronged by society, and want to take revenge or chaos into their own hands. "Why am I here? And where is here?" I asked. Three heads turned towards me, and although I could only see the kid's eyes, I knew they were all glaring. ![]() "I'm right here, you know," I snapped, standing up. We all had hoped for him, but he was transferred out of state to a metal facility. Masky shook his head, and Hoodie's shoulders seemed to shake slightly, making me think he was quietly laughing. "Why this guy? Why not that kid on Lancaster?" "Wouldn't you like t-to know?" He snarled, and turned back to Masky, completely ignoring me, which made my blood boil. "Oh yeah? And who are you, kid?" I snapped, the kids attitude and tone making my hand twitch towards my pocket, where I assumed my knife was. "He d-doesn't look like much-ch," he stuttered, cracking his neck, then his knuckles, causing me to notice the thick bandages around his hands. Our newest case," Masky replied, watching me with thoughtful eyes. "Who is this?" The kid asked, a savage tone in his teenage voice. I also noticed a pair of bloody hatchets hanging from his belt. ![]() He was short, and had a striped brown and tan hoody and dark jeans, along with a pair of black converse sneakers that looked covered in old bloodstains.Ī black and grey striped mouth mask covered his mouth and nose, and a pair of orange tinted steampunk looking goggles were resting on top of his head, allowing me to see the boys' amber coloured eyes glaring at me, circled by dark, bruised looking skin. Masky and Hoodie were standing against the wall beside a door, watching me.Īnother person was beside them, a boy, I assumed much younger than the other two. "You're finally awake," a voice said, and I glanced behind me. I licked my painfully dry lips as I sat up, realising that I was no longer in the little cabin. I groaned as I struggled to open my eyes, a nasty headache pounding in my head.
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