C4 DEATH

It was dark and horrifyingly silent, nothing could he heard else than the muffled breathing of a little girl. Bee was running around to hide from someone; it was lonely and to her eyes nothing was visible than endless darkness. She tried to call out and seek help but her voice was too parched to call for help, neither was there a soul to help her out even if she managed to make a noise or two.

Her legs were cramping as her breathing fastened; her body was running out of energy and she seemed to be at the verge of collapsing. She wanted to stop and lay down but her fear and yearning to live was not allowing her to slow down.

Who was chasing her? What she was running for? She had no idea, everything that roamed in her mind was that if she slows down she would die.

Bee ran along the lonely road chasing after a source of light but the more she ran the farther the light went. Bee couldn’t run any longer and at last broke down on her knees; involuntarily she covered her tired face with her palm and started to cry.

Her sobbing intensified when she heard a voice calling for her, terrified she looked around to find no one there. Bee looked up to find the darkness growing towards her; the source of light which she was chasing was engulfed and the darkness crept towards her. Bee found herself so scared and helpless that all she could do was cry and close her eyes to avoid witnessing anything more horrid.

After a moment there was dead silence; Bee couldn’t feel anything moving or creeping around her. “Is... Is it over?” Bee slowly opened her eyes, those beautiful curled up lashes were stick wet of tears. The crawling darkness came into a halt right ahead of her; nothing else was visible. It was as if she was locked inside a box with a little bulb suspended upon her.

Bee was unable to judge what was going on around her but she could feel a really disturbing presence around her; Bee looked up and void slowly calming herself down.

“Who is it? Is... Is anyone there.” Bee stammered, asking slowly at the void.

Bee waited not for too long before she heard the noise of iron being scrapped on the floor; chills ran down her spine as he shrunk back to herself. She spoke again, asking for the identity of the person.

The scraping was stopped and she was crashed with a wall of silence. It was when a voice as creepy as old rusted chains asking, “Me?”

Bee could only nod as she was unable to spell out a word n fright. The unknown voice was mum for a period of second before spelling out an answer which doomed on Bee’s ears, “Your death...”

Before Bee could fully understand what it meant she saw a iron weapon flung on her face.

“Aaahhhhh....” Bee tore open her eyes and attempted to run but only to find herself on her knees, chained to the wall. She looked around, she was dressed in her slips and skirt, the same outfit which was worn by her before fainting. Her breathing were heavy and sweat trickled all over her face and neck; such a dreadful nightmare it was.

Bee closed her eyes and calmed herself down; nightmares weren’t anything new for her. There have been a series of episode where she would witness herself being killed; what strange about those dreams were the fact that the identity of the person was unknown and every time she would be hit on head by an iron weapon. Bee was pissed off by herself, “Such a scaredy cat I am!” Bee mumbled to herself and it was when she was trying to get up she realized that her hands were chained.

“What... Why... I...” She struggled herself to get rid of the chains which had her clutched tight. Bee was confused how she ended up here; looking around she scanned the room... or to be precise the dungeon.

The room which was not larger than 24 square feet had cemented floor; the faintly lit room had nothing much except for a washing machine and few clothes. Few steps away from her were a set of stairs which led upstairs. It didn’t take long for her to realize that she was locked in some basement.

Terrified Bee tried her best to jog her memory and recall what all happened when her senses were still alert. The memories of that night started to flash in her memory like a movie.

Last night... After cleaning the club she walked up to the bins to dump it like everyday. That was when she met that wounded man and tried to save him. She slowly recalled everything, to the point where she was bashed to unconsciousness when she was checking on him.

Is he safe now?

Bee started to worry, thinking not about herself but of the man she met last night. Is he safe and sound? Where is he now? What about her, where was she?

Bee eyed her chained arms and slowly collected herself; with all her might she started to hell for help hoping that there would be some good soul who will hear her pleas and might come to help her.

"Help... Please.... Help me! I am down here, help... Please.... Help!"

Bee screamed on top of her lungs, her energy drained off and her voice started to crack resulting for her to cough. There was no sound, it was as if the building was inhabited by none. Bee bit hard on her lower lips and looked up at the ceiling helpless.

She didn't want to die out of starvation at such a young age; she has not even driven a car yet.

Bee was mourning to herself when she heard the wooden door crack open and a series of footsteps descending down. Bee looked at the direction of the noise with eyes which had a bit of shimmer with a hint of fear.

Coming down from the stairs were three figures.

The first one was tall and bulky man who seemed to be in his mid twenties. He donned a leather jacked and ripped jeans. His face was partially bearded; his hairs were slightly long for a man which he had held high into half pony. In his arm was a gun which was enough to scar the hell out of Bee.

Second guy looked a bit harmless; he had an average height and wore a simple black long sleeved shirt and pants. His hairs were neatly done and upon his nose sat a spectacle. The man looked calm and collected.

The third one was a woman in biker's gear. Her hairs were pulled up into a messy bun as she walked on her boots flaunting her perfect curves. There was a little box in one and a bottle of water in her another hand.

Bee stared at the three faces as her world of fantasies started to act up. These three stood out from the crowd, they were not like normal Americans you will bump into the streets. Bee has seen many movies and she immediately recalled seeing such people in Mafia themed movies. People from the gangs were the one who had such notorious fashion.

Bee chuckled to herself; she must be over thinking... There is no way she will be taken prisoner by some gang. There is no way she is kidnapped...

Who and why will they kidnap a cute little girl like her... Right?

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