A strangled, uncontrollable screech involuntarily escapes me.. I hear my friends call my name as I get dragged away.
I close my eyes and grit my teeth against the pain. How come my hair isn't just tearing out already?
I feel my body getting slammed into a wall, making my eyes shoot wide open.
"Ow! Stop!" I scream, scared to fucking hell.
There it is. The odd cackly laugh that makes my skin crawl.
"I'll never stop Vallerie. Never."
I try to back away, the odd grin on his face terrifying.
"You can't get away. No one can get away."
"What do you want from me?" I whisper hoarsely.
The look on his face and the next words said made my entire body go instantaneously cold.
"You're going to help me. Help me kill them. Find them. Kill them."
The way he phrased his sentences could make anyone's skin crawl and heart pound, cliché as it is.
"No I'm not..." I say, flinching at the thought of how he might respond.
"Yes you are!" His voice goes ten times louder and deeper, his facial expression impossible to describe.
I involuntarily start to shake.
"So are you going to help me?" The worker asks, in a sickly sweet voice. So much different than ten seconds before.
I'm about to say no. I'd rather have myself die than to help him hurt my best friends.
I open my mouth to speak, when I feel something, as if it was controlling me. As if I was being possessed.
Before I could assess the situation and figure out what was happening, I hear my own voice saying "Yes," about three octaves lower than normal.
I mentally smack myself, and try to gain control, but it's as if I'm stuck inside someone else's body. And I can't get out.
The look on his face says it all. He was somehow controlling me. How the hell did this happen?
'I never should've came here. I should've gone to the museum with a bunch of losers,' I think to myself, before wanting to smack myself for stereotyping them as "losers."
An amused grin lights up the workers face, as if he knows exactly what's going through my mind...which now that the thought has occurred to me is quite predictable.
I keep trying to say I won't. I won't help him. But I can't.
Then completely against my will and without know what I'm doing, I am standing up.
I try to get my feet to move, so I can run. But it's like how people say they have dreams they're being chased, and they are frozen. That's the closest I can get to explaining it, even though I guess it really isn't all that alike.
"So, Vallerie. Here's what you're going to do."
Innerly I'm arguing that the only thing I'm doing is getting the hell out of here, but he's somehow controlling me still.
"I don't want to have to spend the night chasing them. I could, but it'll be most fun at the end when we get to kill them. So you're going to lure them here. And if you do it willingly, I'll let you leave. This control thing is exhausting me."
Halfway through his 'speech' his voice changes again, this time to one of a child. It was starting to freak me out.
Then I collapse to the ground. Common sense told me that he released his mental grip on me.
I stand back up and back away, with a major headache.
"I can't! I won't!" The worker guy...thing...obviously caught on to that I wouldn't help him get my friends.
He wouldn't let me out of here. I know it.
"Oh yes you will." He comments, turning away.
"Now go! I don't want to see you!"
Psh. As if I want to be here.
I stumble away, afraid at any moment he'll grab me and drag me back.
Once there's a distance between us, I dart off towards the entrance.
Fun. The gates are closed.
I turn around and look up. The sky is getting darker, and with a loud whoosh of the cool wind it starts raining.
Turning down my face, I glance around me.
I need to get out of here. Or at least try.
And with that, I turn and walk away to the center of the Amusement Park.
To find Amber, Zoey, and Austin.
To at least try to get out of here.
A/N: this is dedicated to my and Jessielovesyou123's biggest fan And favorite person. Ever.
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