Mangled

Chapter 9

Night 1:

Natemare smiled slyly to himself as he looked down at Matt's lifeless body at his feet as he slung the fire extinguisher over his shoulder. He grabbed Matthew by the hand and began dragging him to Parts and Service.

He reached the room and threw Matt's arm to the ground as he opened the door. He kicked the door and it swung into the wall. Natemare huffed as he picked up Matt and threw him onto the concrete ground. Natemare kicked him into the centre of the room and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

*****

Matthew woke up. His head pounded and his eyes stung. He tried to stand but his arms and legs refused to
cooperate. Matt rubbed the back of his head, his hand came back bright red, his lips were pink and chapped, a tiny dot of blood clung to the corner.

Matt painfully dragged himself across the floor to the chair. Using all of his strength he lifted himself up and fell onto a metal chair. His limbs aches but he was determined to move. He reached into his pocket to grab Nate's phone. He swiped it open and clicked onto YouTube. He pressed the 'go live' button and proceeded to record.

"Hello. My name is Matthew Patrick. I live in Los Angeles, California. I don't know who is gonna see this, uh if you'll see this."

*****

Natemare stomped back to the parts and service room. He clutched a wrap of linen cloth in his hand. He heard a faint voice coming from up ahead, a male voice, Matthew's voice. He was awake, but further more, he had contact with outside and he was asking for help. This was not good!

He burst into the room, he was fuming. Matt jumped as he was caught with the phone.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" he roared.

"Nothing!" Matt stammered. He fumbled trying to turn off the video, but the screen had glitched, he couldn't touch the screen to turn it off. Natemare was standing over him, he grabbed Matt by the collar and stared into his scared eyes. Matt could feel the hot breath and body heat radiating off of him.

"You shouldn't have done that Matthew."

"Let me go!" Matthew yelled. Natemare threw Matt back into his seat and ran behind him, grabbing his ice cold hands and tied them onto the back of the chair, Matthew kicked his legs to be set free. Natemare got hold of his feet and tied them to the two front legs of the chair.

"I can't leave you alone for five minutes can I?"

"LET ME GO!" Matthew was panicking.  He was sweating. Natemare fastened Matt's chest to the chair, making Matt slightly gasp for air. The phone was recording everything, Natemare hadn't noticed, but Matthew had. How would anyone help him though? No one knew about this place. No one knew where he was or how he got there or by whom. There was no way he was getting out of this one.

"You just couldn't stay put could you?"

"Please just let me go." Matt sobbed. Natemare looked behind him, he saw the phone. He picked it up, hesitated and smashed the phone to the ground, it erupted with broken glass and plastic as it hit the concrete.

"Oops. My hand slipped." Natemare sniggered. Stepping onto the phone and crushing it into the floor with his heel, it disintegrated into more unfixable pieces.

"What is the matter with you!?"

"I am free Matthew! Can't you see? I can do whatever I want now without any brat like you telling me what is best."

"I don't tell you what is best!"

"Oh you do. You told me not to come here, but I did."

"I wish you'd listened though." Matt muttered to himself.

"Well I was going to do what I came in here for which was bandage up the cut on the back of your head."

"Yeah which you did might I add!" Matt cut in, huffing.

"As I was saying, before you rudely interrupted. I was going to, but seeing how you've been acting I'm not going to be so nice."

"What are you even trying to prove here? What are you going to do to me anyway?"

"Oh. You'll see." Natemare let out a bone chilling laugh, giving Matt goosebumps. He took the cloth and grabbed Matt's face, wrapping the cloth around his eyes. Everything went dark for Matthew but his senses still worked, making him feel disorientated. He felt a small sharp object trace around his eyes and brows, it was a pen, drawing facial features onto the cloth. Staining it with blood and ink.

"Where am I?" Matt blubbered silently. Tears streaming from his face and making some of the ink run.

"The best nightmare ever..."
Natemare threw the other piece of cloth over Matt's mouth and tied it behind his head. Matt heard footsteps trail away, and a door squeak shut. He was all alone.

*****

She put down the phone. She cupped her hands over her mouth, she was shaking uncontrollably. She dropped to the floor onto her knees and put her hands to her puffy eyes. She had seen everything, and she wish she hadn't.

"Oh Matthew!" She cried.