Eighteen (Revised)

                                    

                                          
Isaac tried to look at the door that had just opened, but he couldn't see who had walked through. It was too dark to see, and he realized that he had a blindfold on. Once again, he tugged at the ropes holding his hands tight, but he couldn't escape. He let out a wail that was barely audible. It would have been louder, but it was mixed with the sound of him crying. He tried once again to pull the ropes loose, but he eventually gave up and cringed, waiting for whoever had walked through the door to hurt him.
                          
After a few minutes, Isaac began to get confused. Someone had walked through the door, but where was that person now? He kicked in front of him, waiting to see if his legs would touch anything, but they just flew in the air. He tried to work his blindfold off, but it was tied tightly to his head. Without the assistance of his hands, he was going to have to be without vision. He stopped trying to get his blindfold off and hung midair, once again cringing. He was being played with, and he had to show that it wasn't affecting him.
                          
Isaac waited patiently and quietly. He knew that he was probably not going to have another quiet moment, so he sat perfectly still, enjoying his last minute of peace. He knew that he was not going to have a dream that night, so he smirked a bit. He waited some more, and finally he heard a noise. It sounded like a ball, bouncing against a wall, repeating over and over again. He looked out in front of him, towards the source of the noise, but once again he realized that he was blindfolded. Instead, he remained silent as listened to the noise. It was repeating at a strict pace, never stopping, constantly making the same sound of hitting the wall. He guessed that it was about fifteen feet away from him, and that helped him estimate the area of the room. Still, he didn't know the width of it, so he didn't know exactly how large it was.
                          
All of a sudden, a familiar voice ringed inside Isaac's head. "Hello, Isaac." "Andre?" He replied back, unsure of what else to say. "Yeah, Isaac, it's me."
                          
Isaac was in complete shock. Andre had something to do with his kidnapping! He had no idea what to say, so he remained quiet, not uttering a single word. The room remained like this for what seemed like forever, and then Andre ended the awkward and tense silence. "Listen to me. I don't have much time at all." His speaking pace quickened. "Listen, I'm being forced to kidnap you, and you must make sure to-" There was a muffling noise, and a deafening scream was let out from his mouth. After thirty seconds, the room was silent, and Isaac cringed again, preparing for what was to come towards him next. He had no idea what it would be, but he knew that his friend was in trouble, so he might be as well.
                          
The door slammed shut, and there was no noise inside the room. Isaac tried his best not to show any reaction to what had happened. Something might still be listening to him or watching him. He waited for something to happen, but nothing did. His breathing was quick and shallow, and he was terrified. He continued to wait, but after hours, he was still left without any indication of where he was, or what was happening. 
                          
Finally, the door opened again. Isaac's blindfold was taken off of him, and the whole room was blurry. To his right was a gray wall, and to his left was the same thing. On the ground was another drab floor. All were made of concrete. He couldn't see in front of him, because a harrowing and enormous figure stood in his view.
                          
Matt.
                          
Isaac was horrified, but he wasn't surprised. He had been attacked by Matt a lot recently, but he was confused. He could've been easily killed before, so why not? He knew that there was an important reason, and he knew that he could use that to his advantage. Before he could think anything else, Matt cut off his thoughts, speaking to him. "ISAAC! I'M SURE THAT YOU'VE MISSED ME! WELL, I HAVE SOMETHING BIG TO TELL YOU. WANNA KNOW WHAT IT IS?"
                          
Isaac was startled, but he didn't want to show that to Matt. He remained silent and gazed deep into its eyes, doing his best to keep a straight face. "SPEAK TO ME, DAMMIT!" He still remained without a word, something that angered it even more. "IF YOU DON'T SPEAK TO ME," it held up a sharp knife, and a fiery passion burned in his eyes, "THEN I WILL DRIVE THIS KNIFE RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART!" Isaac knew that this wouldn't happen, and he still didn't speak as he was stared at. After a minute of this, Matt set down the knife, and he knew that he had an advantage. He could've easily been murdered, but he wasn't. There was a reason for that, and even if he didn't know it, he was important in some way. He would have spoke to it, but he was worried that he might give some information away that it needed. Finally, it spoke again. "FINE THEN. I'LL JUST TELL YOU. ANDRE, WELL, HE'S DEAD. I KILLED HIM, WITH THE VERY KNIFE THAT IS ON THE FLOOR NOW. I WOULD'VE KILLED HIM WITH MY MAGICAL POWERS, BUT I WANTED HIM TO SUFFER."