Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Deeper Than Death ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

A hard push and a sudden fall jolted Mimi out of her state of unconsciousness. She groaned softly as the pain from the impact slowly sunk in, not to mention the room was too bright for her eyes to take.

“Come on you bloody brat, get up your not dead…Yet.” A voice from above sneered at her. Rubbing her eyes once or twice, she sat up and squinted at the figure addressing her. It was the blonde girl from the table, her foot resting on the bed hinted in how Mimi had met the rough, wooden floor. “Well Brat? Are you going to sit around on the floor like an idiot all day?” The blonde sneered at her again.

“I wouldn't be on the floor if you hadn't kicked me off the bed!” Mimi shot back, trying her best to suppress a growl.

“You wouldn't be in the bed if you hadn't passed out downstairs, you stupid Brat.” The blonde girl snapped, venom running through her words.

With a slight groan, Mimi stumbled to her feet, holding her head gently as vertigo set in once again. She bit her lip gently as her abdomen pulsed with pain, as if she had done a thousand sit ups instead of being in a state of unconsciousness on the bed.

“So…What now, you guys going to drag me downstairs and find some other way of causing a slow, painful death for me?” Mimi's voice practically dripped with hate as she glared at the blonde girl. The girl glared and promptly slammed her against the wall, bringing a hunting knife to her neck.

“I'll fucking slit your goddamn throat if you utter another fucking word!”

“Now, now Victoria calm down. Matters of this much importance must be dealt with delicately,” Cooed a soft voice from the doorway. The black haired girl sauntered into the room, a small smile on her face as she gently brushed Victoria away from Mimi and took her outside the room, but not before smiling sickly at her, sending shivers down her spine.

“I have to get out of here…Who knows what they plan to do to me…” Mimi said aloud, shuddering at the thought of another attempt to take her life. Standing up with great difficulty she dragged herself over to the small window.

If it had been different circumstances that brought her to this room she would have enjoyed the serene view of the lake the window brought. However all that ran through her mind was possible escape routes, along with the question of where was she. Mimi slammed her hands upon the glass in hopes of breaking it, however all she managed to do was send a shooting pain down her arms as the window stood its ground.

“Great, reinforced glass…With my lack of strength I'll never break it open…” She muttered once again, and then rested her forehead against the cool window. Looking down at the ground outside she saw the same two girls who were in her room moments ago being ushered into a black sedan, Max in the driver's seat. Why were they leaving? Did they set the house on fire or something? What sick plan were they hatching now? Mimi's thoughts returned to the dark haired girl's words. They wouldn't kill her now, if they had wanted her dead that badly they would have killed her while she was unconscious. Now that she thought about it, why didn't they? Had they changed their mind about killing her? If so, what did they plan to do to her now? Well she knew one thing; she wasn't going to just sit there and await her fate.

Turning back to the room, Mimi approached the door and gingerly touched the knob. Jiggling it slightly she realized it was unlocked, how odd. They were making this too easy. Slowly opening the door, she gazed out into the vacant hallway, jumping slightly as the old wooden door creaked. For a moment all was still and silent, Mimi strained to hear any sound of any occupants within the household. Nothing was heard. Relaxing, Mimi released the breast she had been unknowingly holding and stepped out in the hallway. She cursed under her breath as the wooden boards under her feet creaked and moaned. As she approached the staircase, Mimi pressed her small body against the wall of the corridor, as if trying to blend in the rustic style walls. The sound of absolute nothingness brought a wave of relief over her. She continued her journey down the stairs, surveying the lower rooms as she continued her descent. However it also would have helped her to have been watching how many stairs were left. Mimi muttered incoherent, no doubt colorful, words into the grimy area rug as she lay sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs. She moved into a sitting position and studied the room around her, the same room in which she had fainted in moments earlier. Was it moments earlier? How long had she been out? She shook the distracting thoughts out of her head and stood up.

The floor only consisted of one room, a grime covered kitchen that flowed into what seemed like a den, filled with rustic furniture and smell of musk. Mimi's eyes locked on the back door, left slightly ajar, allowing sunlight to flood the would be dark room. A smile spread across her face, maybe Max wasn't the evil genius she assumed he would be. Who left the door open with a captive just upstairs? Wasting no time, she made a mad dash for the door. This proved to be her downfall, quite literally, as for the third time that day she was sent crashing into the unforgiving floor.

“What a day to be a klutz…” She said sighing against the rough wood. The sound of creaking wood shot through the room like a jet plane, it both frightened and froze Mimi to her spot on the floor. For a moment she braced herself for the wood to break and send her falling into whatever lay below the house. However the rhythmic tapping originating from a few inches away told her that her fate was to be much worse. Gazing up slightly she was met with a pair of midnight black hiking boots.

“Don't plan on escaping any time soon,” Hissed the owner of the boots, a somewhat deep masculine voice from above. Mimi jumped to her feet, gulping back her fear as she stared at her captor.

A pair of light grey eyes glared at her. Familiar black hair framed the face of a boy, who roughly looked to be about her age. It was the boy from before, the one who blocked off her exit. Clad in a black leather jacket and blue jeans, the boy took a menacing step towards her. Mimi's body shook slightly with fear, the boy looked like he would shoot her on sight if she even breathed wrongly in his presence. Something told her she should have stayed upstairs…

Authors Note: I am so sorry for the lack of updates my dear readers! I've been getting on again-off again writers block. Reviews are greatly appreciated and they really help me get off my lazy ass and write! Any suggestions are welcome as well!!!