Company

                                    

                                          
Three days passed since I've locked up in my room and I only know that because of the lighting from my window. I did think about jumping out, but when looking down below, I've realized that it wasn't a good idea. There were things from the house in which we threw out. It was supposed to be in the front lawn, but Jack must have moved it when locking me up.
                          
In the three days that I have been locked up, Jack has been trying to get me to listen so he could explain what was going on, but I kept refusing. How could he justify murder and cannibalism? Moreover, how can Jack keep playing these mind games with me? He locks me up but brings me entertainment, food, washed clothes. Now and then he would leave me the laptop so I can be busy with something and I sure as hell made every second with the laptop count. I've tried several times to knock down those walls that block me from communicating with anyone. There were no results, but I at least tried.
                          
Right now, I was sitting in my bed, looking down at my own hands, trying to pay close attention to my fingerprints because I had nothing better to do. That is until Jack came walking in with the laptop, the laptop already open and on. I did my best to stay away from him, but that only got him to walk closer to me. "I'm not here to hurt you; I just want to show you something."
                          
"Is it pictures of your victims?" I made sure that every word held venom.
                          
"Just some news articles and videos of the news from years ago." He places the laptop on the foot of the bed, watching me to see if I would read and watch what he had there. Honestly, I was curious about what he pulled up, so I took the laptop, reading the articles first. Both of them spoke about the same girl. One is about her death, and the other is about her body going missing, both reports had a picture of the girl, the girl looks exactly like me. The videos said almost the same thing as the articles, showing the girl's dead body and a picture of her when she was still alive — still looking like me. The last one was about a girl making a hostage video. Supposedly the woman, behind her, was to get money but the girl said to make changes and leave the money for the unborn baby that the woman was carrying. The video also showed a dead teen boy and the father.
                          
"Why did you show me that?"
                          
"Because I thought it should tell you the truth now that you know what I do. That girl in those articles and videos are you."
                          
"These were years ago! I would be older than I am if it were me. You're crazy and very much delusional!"
                          
"How about this? If I say something that I would have no absolute way of knowing then you have to listen to me. If I get it wrong, then you are free to take the car and go back to your little orphanage." I knew I had to take it. What are the chances that he will know something about me when we haven't talked about me at all? I agreed to his deal. "On your way here you saw a crow. You even felt something in your body when you saw it." I froze. How could he know that? I never said a word about it, not even a whisper.
                          
"How did you know?"
                          
"Because I know who you are and what you are." He got closer only to sit on my bed. He looked like he was trying to figure out what to say and you would think he would already know after trying to explain for three days. It took some time, but he found the words he needed. He said to me that the woman in the hostage video is my mom; the dead dad was my dad. The boy is the brother. He also mentioned that there was another brother but that I killed him. I had to stop them there because I didn't understand how an unborn baby can kill anyone.
                          
He went on to explain that I was alive at the time and the girl speaking in the hostage video was me. I told him that was impossible which led him to describe these people called Soul Takers. I thought it was some human sacrificial cult which turned out to be a magical species. I didn't believe it and continued to think of them as a cult. He explained that the one in the video had a different mom so that only confused me. Wouldn't I look different now because of genes and biology? He just answered with one word, the word being blood.
                          
"I'm not following."
                          
"When you took your mom as a hostage, she bit you so hard that you started to bleed. She swallowed some of your blood, making the baby change its path. No longer being an individual but your reincarnation."
                          
"My reincarnation while I am still alive... right. Okay, I think I had enough crazy details for today so can you just-"
                          
"Ugh, I'm so tired of this game and this stupid repeat." I jumped because those words didn't come from Jack. I yelped, backing away but not sure from who. "She would have believed you right away if you could just take off that mask of yours." I was looking around to see where it was coming. As odd as it sounded, the voice sounded like it came from the laptop, but that couldn't be possible. That is until a blonde boy dressed as Link appeared on the screen. Blood was dripping out of his eyes. "Hey there, [Name]. Does seeing me bring back any memories?" He winked at me which caused me to cringe.
                          
That cringe disappeared when his hand came into view but not just on the screen; it was coming out of the screen. I got so scared that I was scrambling away from the laptop and the Link cosplayer, ending up on falling from the bed but I didn't care. I just cared about getting away from him. He dragged his whole body until he was now sitting on my bed, looking at me with a creepy smile, blood still dripping out of his eyes. "Long time no see."
                          


                          


                          
Author Speaking: Hello Creepens, I have some good news and bad news. The bad news is that I have injured my arm so I won't be working on The Sequel until it's good enough to use again. The good news is that I have already written the new few chapters so you don't need to worry. There will still be updates. Hope you have a good day/night my dear Creepens.