Devastation Endures
Written by Cdestre

Mack was just about to take his first bite of steak when the door burst open.
"Betsy? BETSY? Come! NOW!"
"What! Why? I am enjoying dinner with Mack."
"Betsy, NOW! I don't care about Mack right now. JUST COME!"
Betsy got out of her chair and walked to the door. Her husband, Bill, was looking very anxious.
"Betsy, there's trouble. We must go."
Betsy and Bill got into their car. They drove off. They left Mack. Alone. Atleast he thought he was alone...

"HELLO?" Screamed a voice from above.
Mack didn't relpy.
"Anybody down there? Am I home alone?"
Again he didn't reply.
"Sweeeeet!"
Mack heard noise. A strange banging noise. What could that person upstairs be doing? He had to investigate. He got up, but sat down again. He'd forgotten about his leg. Next to the table was a long rod. He'd use that to help him walk.
He walked up stairs, very quietly, only falling once, but the banging noise was too loud for whoever is up there to hear. He snuck by each room, listening carefully, until he reached the correct room. He slowly put his hand on the knob when the door opened. Mack was grabbed and taken into a very dark room, in which he couldn't see.
"Who the hell are you?" Said a voice.
Mack chose not to reply.
"I said, Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Bob. Bob Smackachick."
"I don't believe you. That's not a last name. WHO ARE YOU?"
"I don't know."
"Don't play smart-butt. WHO. ARE. YOU."
"I told you; I don't know."
"Fine then. I'll play your game. Why are you here?"
"I was taken here."
"From...?"
"From Creeper Inc Facilities."
"What's that?"
"What do you mean 'What's that?' It's the CREEPER INC FACILITY."
"Never heard of it. Sounds weird. Where are you from?"
"None of your business."
"Yes it's my business."
"No."
Mack got tired of talking to this guy. His pip-squeak voice was getting annoying, and the fact that he couldn't see made it worse.
"I want you to get out of here. Go outside and never come back. I don't know who you are, and quite frankly I don't care. GET OUT!"
Mack didn't care. He didn't want to listen to this fool anymore. He got up. But he fell. He fell onto spikes. Why would there be spikes in a room like this!
"oooowowowowo..." Mack quietly groaned as the spikes dug deeper into his skin.
"That should teach you a lesson. Now get out, or you're staying on those."
"I...can't...g..." Mack couldn't finish his sentence. It hurt too much. Right as the spikes were about to reach his internal parts, the mysterious person grabbed Mack and slammed him against the wall.
"Who are you?"
"...I...c..." Mack still couldn't speak. His voice had a huge lump in it.
"Talk, damn you!"
"I ca...n...t..." Mack pushed out, with his last bit of breath.
Mack fell to the floor.

It was day time. The birds were chirping outside. But Mack certainly wasn't chirping inside. He was still on that floor, his eyes slowly opening. Even with his blurry vision, he could see the ground. He could see where he was last night.
Blood was everywhere. Equipment like knives, spikes, paper shredders, chain saws, and a lot more were featured in this room. What the heck could this room be used for? They can't be ... killers ... can they?
Mack slowly crawled to the door when it sprouted open. He had just enough room to hide behind it, so the person coming in couldn't see him, unless they looked behind the door.
Or should I say; Persons.
There was two people. Mack didn't recognize either of them. But the second they walked into the room, they spotted him.
"I thought I killed you! Why are you there!"
Mack now knew that the guy with the blue mohawk was the killer. He had to be! Just look at ... this room!
Mack chose not to reply.
"Whatever, you can watch this, cause once I am done with Kona here, you're getting the saw."
The saw! Mack didn't notice a saw. Maybe he meant the Chain Saw?
Kona was obviously the girl that was with him. He was going to kill a girl! Mack had to get out of there, or he'd be toast!

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