The Witness

Day three: GREED

I looked up, staring at the note. Looking at the group I crawled over to the door. Snatching it off the ground I hid it behind my back.

"What if it says he wasn't? If he wasn't the witness." I stuttered, trying to get out the words.

"Well, it's just another person closer to getting out of here." Matthew

I sent him a scorned look, sending daggers with my eyes. But then my looks softened as I thought about Daniel. His sweet looks, just following Matthew around school. Looking up to him as is he was some god, when really he was the devil. My eyes began to water and my lips started to tremble.

"He looked up to you and what do you do? You kill him, and act like it was justified! Like that was a good decision to make!" Screaming at the top of my lungs couldn't begin to describe how my voice was. Matthew stomped over to me and yanked me up by my tank top. His face only inches away from mine.

"Look, you think I really cared about that wannabe? Guess what, I don't! Even if I did, no one would know he's gone." His words were so cold that they shook me to the core. He dropped me on the ground and put his hand in front of my face. Bringing it from my back, I gave it to him. I noticed that this one was in an envelope. He snatched it from my hands and yanked it open.

"Ahhhhh" he screamed in pain. Dropping the envelope on the ground with blood splatters on it. His thumb was sliced open, blood gushing out like a river. Looking down at the envelope I saw something shiny. Picking it up I flipped the top. Razor blades lined the inside of the flap. I took out the note and slapped the envelope on the ground where they could see it.

"There is an order to everything and everything has an order. The table shows the order of when you were supposed to die. But you killed the wrong one, making horrible consequences for you all. The games are over. Time will not be wasted in finding the witness. You have not experienced hell until you have felt my wrath." They all looked at me. What is he capable of that we didn't know about.

"What else could you possibly have up your sleeve!" Jack taunted our captor. Jennifer decided to join in on the yelling

"What makes you so big and bad? You are attacking hungry and weak kids." I knew this would not settle well. Why didn't they understand he could do anything he wanted because of his sleeping gas. There it was. I knew it almost instantly. The sour smell put me in a mini haze.

"Hold your breath!" I yelled at them. For a second they were dumbfounded. But Scarlett got it, she spouted our the words before I could.

"It's the gas!" They all gasped one last breath of air and got down low on the floor. We all laid on our stomachs, looking at each other. But it came, it always came. My eyes shut, and I began to wait for the next kill.

My eyes fluttered open, gasping for air. But I couldn't gasp,  I had duct tape on my mouth, making me breath through my nose. I tried to move my arms but I couldn't. They both were tied up, hanging on top of my head. My ankles were tied, making me motionless in every way. I looked around, trying to see where I was. I was hanging on a wall to what seemed to be the living room. Looking around the dim room, my eyes began to adjust.

Scarlett was a couple feet beside me the same way. On the opposite wall Matthew and Jennifer were trying move. My feet barely touched the ground, making my arms feel like they were about to pop out of socket.

Wait, where is Jack? The question circles around my mind a million times. Scanning the now dark room, I couldn't find him. That's when it walked in. I couldn't tell what it was underneath it's robe. All I could tell was that it was our captor. It was carrying a lit three headed candle holder. He put the holder on the now rug less ground. That's when I thought I saw something move. Something in the dark had flinched.

The captor picked up the candle holder, then turned it upside down. The second the flame hit the floor a circle of fire appeared. As it went around I saw what had moved. Jack had been tied up like us and placed into the middle. Picking the holder up he went a few feet over and lit another one. But why does this have no one inside it? It walked over to me and Scarlett, waving the holder back and forth slowly.

It landed on me, giving me extreme fear. Is this it? Is this how I'll die? Walking over, it picked me up with ease. Then slammed me into the middle of the circle. It made me bang my head, sending signals of shock through every nerve. I felt the lick of the flame only a few centimeters away. He stood at our feet, and pulled out a knife. Walking over to me he began to make slicing moments. First over my face, then over my chest. I was shaking my head furiously, crying my eyes out.

But it was all useless, since my sobs were muffled by the tape. The made its way under my tank top and rested on top of my stomach. I moaned and screamed through the tape as loud as I could, but nothin happened. As he firmly gripped the knife I closed my eyes.

"Rippp!" I opened up to see that he has ripped open the bottom part of my tank top. I let out a sigh of relief. He stepped over to Jack and did the same. Then he lifted something I hadn't seen. I was a small shovel that had been sitting on top of the fire. Leaning over Jack he held the small shovel just a foot in the air. He quickly flipped it and coins fell out of it. Red hot coins.

The moment they hit Jack's skin, I heard the sizzle. The sound of moist, smooth skin turn into a dry, hard scab was horrifying. The man now picked up another shovel and resorted the same act I turned my head the best I could.

Slowly he walked over to me and picked up another. The closer he leaned in the more I cried and screamed. Flipping them over I couldn't make a noise. At first I didn't feel anything but then it happened. It was as if hot ice burned through my skin, leaving marks to be there forever. I rolled around trying to get the coins off the best I could. The man got up again and grabbed a cup from the ground and went to Jack. Ripping off his tape Jack started to scream from the pain. He had managed to get the coins off but I saw it, all the places where it had burned.

The man slowly poured the clear liquid on Jack. Letting it slowly fall off of him and onto the floor. He began to walk away and slipped a note at the door step. Then he opened it and left. I looked at Jack and saw the liquid moving towards the fire.

"No!" He screamed. He turned to me and started to say something but couldn't. In that moment the liquid had hit the flame and had caught on fire. Sending Jack's whole body into flame. He rolled as much as he could but it was to late. I closed my eyes and turned away, but I could still hear him. I could also smell the gas at the same time. So as Jack burned and died I had to fall asleep to his agonizing screams.