• 9:14 PM • Luke's house •
Timothy was sleeping soundly when he heard a faint 'help'
The voices sounded familiar but he couldn't quite figure out who they were
He got out of bed
And went towards the two screaming for help
It was only when he was standing in front of the basement door
That he realized it was Taylor and Tate screaming for help
He wanted to go down and help them
But somehow he knew Luke was the one doing this
And Luke was the last person he wanted to see right now
Still, maybe he'll stop if he sees Timothy is awake
So he opened the door and quietly walked down the steps
Both of them were naked
And tied up like Timothy was not to long ago
Luke had a knife
As a matter of fact he had a table set up with an array of knives
And he had been carving one word into their skin
'Stupid'
'Stupid'
It was all over their bodies
Timothy wanted to scream
But they hadn't noticed him yet so he took his chance
He went up behind Luke
Tate and Taylor could see Timothy but said nothing as Timothy was trying to rescue them
He grabbed a knife but just as he was going to hold it up against Luke's neck
Luke spoke up
And Timothy realized Luke had known he was down there this entire time
"If you so much dare to use that on me, you won't have the hands to hold a knife again"
Timothy dropped the knife in defeat
"Good choice, darling"
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In the Eyes of Death
Short StoryA boy named Timothy whom lives in a small town where everyone knows everyone suddenly has his world crushed when those close to him start dying