Chapter 16. Blood And Tears.

                                    

                                          
ALOT OF SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER
                          


                          
- Your POV - 
                          
I don't care what Craig and the ladds say, this isn't right. Marcel would be back, he would never dissapear like that and not tell me where he's going. As I make my way up to our bedroom, I lie on the bed, my back rippling the covers. I can feel a tear trickling down my cheek, my eyes going red and puffy. Where is he? I miss him... Where was he last? Just wandering around the house? Maybe he left something for me, maybe he left a sign of where he is. I get up, wiping away the stray tear, stay strong. 
                          
I reach the lounge room, looking under couch cussions, under the couch, everywhere that there's to look. There's nothing here! What was I thinking, what's the bet he's left me. I slump down on the couch, hands cupping my faces, tears dripping everywhere. He's gone... That's when I hear a faint buzz, I look up to the coffee table only to see a phone, it isn't his. I pick it up, reading the message:
                          
"(Y/N), HELP!!!" Is this, Nikita's phone? And, Marcel is texting me, from his? I message back:
                          
"Where are you?" Without hesitation he quickly replies, 'abandoned hospital.' I stare at the screen, not believing my eyes. Abandoned hospital? I rush out the front door and into my car, shoving the keys in and speeding off. I'm hoping that Nikita hadn't been the one who took him, she couldn't have. After what I've done for her, how could she?
                          
- Nikita's POV - 
                          
"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE!" I scream, grabbing Marcel by his hair and jerking his head backwards. He gives out a hiss, fighting me back. 
                          
"You psycho, the fucking police are about to come and fucking end you!" he yells back, wipping his way out of my grip. What am I gonna do, wait, oh wait. She's dumb enough to come here alone, I bet money on it. I'll just kill her, right here, in front of her dear Marcel. Perfect...
                          
~ Time skip brought to you by "Can I jam your crumpets?" ~ 
                          
She's here, I'm looking down from one of the old hospital rooms, towering above her. She can't see me, she won't be able to, I'll rip her bloody eyes out... I regrip the knife in my left hand, and the baseball bat in the other. Making my way out the room and downstairs, I can't help but think of other ways I can kill her. Scoop out her eyes, slit her throat, break all her bones. The options are absolutely endless! This'll be so fun!
                          
- Your POV - 
                          
I look up, only to see a curtain slightly move, as if someone was just standing there. Before I leave the car, I crawl into the back seat, reaching under my chair and grabbing out a hand gun. I'm not messing around here, I'm dead serious. Whoever did this is one sick fucking bastard. I exit the car and walk up to the front door, pushing them open, the rusted bolts squealing. I look around, I'm clearly in the reception part of the hospital. I hold my gun tight, it's my only way of defending myself here, I'm a very weak person. I make my way to the stairs, jogging up them.
                          
"Marcel!" I call out, staying close to the walls. "Marcel!" I listen out for a reponse, I can't hear anything. I jog up to the next story, and once again I call out. That's when I hear someone, walking. I quickly tiptoe into one of the rooms, crouching under a bed. I doubt whoever that is, is Marcel. If he was able to walk around, he would have left here by now. 
                          
"(Y/n)," someone sings, it's a girls voice, and it sounds like Nikita. She's dragging out my name to make herself sound either crazy, or creepy. "(Y/n)..." I look up towards the door way, I see her walk past dragging a baseball bat in her hand, knife in the other. Creepy bitch. I quietly get out from under the bed, creepying towards the doorway, the gun clasped in my hand. I get out of the room and look down the hallway, I see her. 
                          
"Nikita!" I call out, she turns around and faces me. I hold the gun up, aiming for her in the middle of her head. I smile, so does she. "Bye bitch..."
                          


                          


                          
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