I extended my hand out purposely towards the bloody hand. He must've seen what I was doing, so he shook my hand with his right instead. "Ready to go Mr.Jones?" he questioned, "yeah" I answered. We started walking, the place seemed normal enough so far. Soon we got to my room, " So this is your suite if you need anything call the front desk." he said. Then continued, "That closet over there is locked sir," he said pointing to a nearby closet. He cleared his voice before continuing, "it's things from the guests here before we didn't really have time to put it away or call them yet, so sorry for the inconvenience."
"It's fine" I replied with a simple smile, with that he walked out. I started to unpack but realized I'd only be here until morning, so I chuckled a bit.Then started to pack the objects back into my suitcase, I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. Opening the door it smelt rotten in here, the smell got stronger towards the shower, slowly moving back the curtains to find.
The dead body of a little girl, her head busted open while her brain seemed to be forced out.
He went back to the bedroom and grabbed some gloves, and a mask. Then proceeded back to the bedroom, he observed the girl whose organs were harvested out, a few bones broken. Strangest part was the rest of the place was spotless; the bleeding was internal, besides there it was still pretty normal. 'What kind of killer cleans everything but leaves the body behind? It doesn't make sense unless this was all a distraction for what's really about to happen?
He turned around to see the guy from earlier, he put a cloth around his mouth. After that everything was a blur.
"You're finally awake I see." The guy said while smirking, sitting backwards in his chair.
"Now that you're up, let's play a little game shall we?" He started to untie the rope in my mouth. "Maybe you've heard of it before, Russian Roulette." he started to pull a gun out of his pocket, a revolver to be exact. "If I win, you stay here you work for me, and if you refuse." he held up two fingers making it into the shape of a gun, pointing it at me as he was going to shoot me. "You die," he chuckled. "Now what do you want if you win?" he smirked. "Firstly you need to let go of me unharmed, and hand you and your partners in to the police." I said. "Fine it's a deal to make this more interesting we'll put in 6 bullets, instead of 1." He loaded the bullets, then rolled the chamber he pulled the trigger and released. Starting to untie the ropes holding my hand, he handed me the gun. I rolled it, then slowly pulled back the trigger and shot, but I aimed it at my stomach, eyes squeezed closed. He started laughing, and I let out an awkward laugh too "hahaha" I said you could hear the fear in my voice. I looked down, blood dripping down from my stomach a bit and I blacked out again.
I woke up to a monitor beeping, my heart sounded as it was fading the line getting lower and lower. As I hear doctors rush to me, "DOC WE'RE LOSING HIM!" a feminine voice screamed. I heard footsteps running to me, I saw a light I was dying. 'Am I going to die here?', I thought. Then I heard the monitor hit a high note, I shot my eyes open, sweating a lot. I was wearing hospital clothing, a white gown.
His auburn eyes shot around the room examining every inch. He looked to the doctor, who then said happily "Your surgery went successfully sir, your brother has already paid. Unfortunately, one of your kidneys has been damaged terribly. You'd have to undergo surgery to use a close relatives kidney to replace your own." 'My family?' I thought, 'Well my sisters an actress, would she even have time for me?'
"Sir, are you ok?" the doctor asked him."Yes,can you call this phone number," I shortly paused trying to remember the last phone number I had from her, "555-5555."He replied, "Of course sir", he left the room. The doctor came back with a phone. He handed it to me. I placed the phone to my ear, "Hey sis, are you there?" I heard a sob, then a shaking voice said, "J-Jones, is that y-you?" I thought for a moment, 'I ran away from home, I left her there by herself would she even help me.'
'Is this really Jones?', she thought to herself. "He never came back, he didn't stop for a moment?'
10 years ago~
"Smith, h-help" a young blonde girl said before passing out. A brunette ran up to her, and pulled up her shirt. He grabbed a box, opened it and started to bandage the girls stomach. The boy looked at the girl, and said "Sister, let's run away. I know you hate it here too dad beats us up all the time." Pictures of the boy coughing out blood, covered in bruises, and screaming in pain came to her mind. "He'll change, he will mom said-,"the boy interrupted her, "MOM LEFT US WITH THAT MONSTER WE CALL OUR FATHER!", "You know she would've taken us if she could've." she said her voice barely a whisper, as hot tears were threatening to fall out. "Alicia I'm sorry, but I'm leaving tonight with or without you.", "You wouldn't leave without me, let's just go to bed." She said, trying to change the subject. "Yeah, okay" he said, his voice slightly trailing off. In the night, as he told the girl he left. Tip-toeing slowly and very carefully from the basement, to the front door. By the time he was at the door his father had woken up, and was coming to him. He slammed the door shut, and ran never returning.