In the Eyes of Death

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Credit thesmorpking

• 4:36 PM • Luke's house •

Timothy was anything but having fun.

When Luke had offered to play a game, Timothy was terrified.

Learning the game was hide and seek didn't ease his nerves one bit.

It also certainly didn't make him any calmer when he was told the 'rewards' of the game.

If Luke won, Timothy was his toy to play with.

If Timothy won, he got a phone call.

A single call.

To whomever he pleased.

That was all the motivation Timothy had, and it wasn't that much.

But still, it was motivation.

He could call his mom.

Or the police.

Timothy shoved that thought to the side and looked around.

Two minutes.

He had two minutes to not get caught.

He was given thirty seconds to hide before the timer started.

And he wasn't doing too well.

The timer had already started and he was out in the open

in the middle of the hallway, panicking.

He was over thinking way too many things for his body to function normally

which only made him panic even more.

When he heard Luke's thudding footsteps, he was snapped into reality.

He quickly sprinted down the hall, his panic only worsening.

He threw open a kitchen cabinet, silently praying that he could fit inside.

Much to his relief, he was able to.

He slipped into the tight space and quietly shut the door.

Fear swelled inside Timothy as Luke's footsteps halted in front of the cabinet he was stowed away in.

He clamped a hand over his mouth to prevent his breathing to get any louder.

Luke tapped the cabinet, causing Timothy to force down a yelp, jumping at the sudden noise.

Luke hummed as he kept walking.

Timothy released a heavy breath, clenching his shirt in his hands.

Faintly, he heard the timer go off and then Luke's irritated sigh.

Luke had his hopes up.

He really wanted this to go his way. Hell, it was his house.

And he didn't want to keep up his side of the bargain either.

He didn't get what he wanted, why should Timothy?

"Come out now, baby, you won,"

Luke called, shoving his phone in his pocket.

He watched as Timothy scrambled into the living room from the kitchen.

He squinted, a little irritated with himself.

"Do I get my phone call?" Timothy whispered.

Luke was irate as he yanked his phone from his pocket.

Timothy froze up, confused.

Did he do something wrong?

Was it wrong for him to ask?

"Make it quick, Timothy,"

Luke said.

Timothy fumbled with the phone, knowing Luke was peeved from just what he called him.

Shakily, Timothy tapped in his moms number. Luke watched, eyes narrow.

Timothy put the phone up to his ear and bit at his nail at it rang.

His whole body slumped when the monotone woman's voice spoke up, telling him his mothers voice mail wasn't set up.

Luke had to prevent himself from smirking.

"Im sorry baby."

Timothy didn't respond, merely handing the phone back to Luke.

"I want to go to bed," Timothy mumbled. Luke frowned.

"Baby? Are you okay?"

"Just tired,"

Timothy murmured, staring at the ground.

Luke scooped Timothy up in his arms, walking Timothy up to their room.

"Get some rest, darling,"

Luke crooned as he placed Timothy on the bed.

Timothy turned and hid into the pillow.

He just wanted to get away from it all.

Even if was only briefly