“you’re....in.....for....a.....big.....surprise”
The whistling was getting louder. Dave could hear the footsteps of the maniac. He was coming down the stairs.
“if....you.....go.....down”
He had reached the bottom of the stairs.
“to.....the.....woods”
He was coming close, Dave could hear the steps and the whistling getting louder and louder the closer he got.
“today......you’d”
Dave lay as still as the corpses he was surrounded by. He knew now that this mad man was stood right next to him.
“Can he see me?” Dave thought.
He held his breath and kept his chin tucked right into his chest, trying his best not to make a sound, trying his best not to move. He braced himself, waiting for the freak to strike. He knew any minute now that this freak was going to grab him and drag him out from underneath the quilt of bodies he’d been covered by.
“better.....go.....in.....disguise”
It was moving away, the whistling was moving! Dave had gone unnoticed.
“thank god” he thought.
He let out a breath, as slow and as quietly as he could. He wanted desperately to turn around so he could see where bigfoot was. He knew that the freak had continued down the factory but he couldn’t see what he was doing or where he was. The anticipation was killing him.
“for.....every.....bear.....that.....ever.....there....was”
Dave heard a strange noise, it was metal, sliding against something. Like the noise they make on martial arts films when the samurai removes his sword from its sheath.
“oh shit he’s got a knife now” Dave thought “he did see me, he just went to get a weapon, now he’s gonna come back and get me.”
Dave’s heart starting racing, the fear was consuming him. This freak was going to come and kill him now and he was just going to lie there and wait for it to happen.
“this is it, this is how I’m going to die, hiding under a pile of dead bodies.”
“No no no no, please, please NOOOOO!!” a woman screamed.
Dave breathed a sigh of relief. His immediate thought following this was that he was a horrible person, feeling relieved to know that the freak had gone to get a woman instead. He couldn’t help it though, he had been given another chance and he was happy, he wasn’t ready to die.
“would....gather.....there.....for.....certain”
The freak continued to whistle as he was dragging this poor woman away.
“NOOOOO! HELP!” She screamed.
The screaming was followed by a loud thud, which was followed by silence.
Dave waited a moment.
“because.....today’s”
The whistling was back.
“the.....day.....the.....teddy.....bears.....have.....their.....picnic.”
Dave continued to lie still, listening to the whistling pass him and continue up the stairs. He heard the door shut. The lights were turned off again. Dave shuffled and slid his way out from under his hiding spot beneath the bodies. He stayed sat for a moment and leaned against the wall. He took deep exaggerated breaths in and out like he had been deprived of oxygen for the past ten minutes. Eventually he regained his composure. From his sitting position he turned and looked to the door at the top of the stairs.
“That other door in the corridor” he said to himself “that’s where he’s taken that woman, that must be the place he takes his victims to torture them.”
This thought shook Dave’s stomach again. He quickly stood up, remembering what is was he had been sat next to on the floor.
“I’ve got to figure out a way to stop him.”
Dave marched towards the rear end of the factory, he was getting to the more “fresh meat” of the production line now. Not all of these bodies were hacked up and sewn back together yet. Some of these had just been tied up. Some were conscious, some were not. All looked to be in a world of their own. They had gone somewhere in their mind to escape this hell they had found themselves in.
Dave scanned over these “fresh” victims. He still couldn’t see his mum. He didn’t have time to go through each and every one of them.
“I’ve got to stop him” He said again.
“I’ve got to stop him before he hurts another person, before he gets to mum” His voice broke as he began to cry.
He straightened himself up, took a deep breath.
“There must be something around here I can use as a weapon.”
Chapter 21
Dave couldn’t believe his luck. He had marched to the rear end of the factory in search of something he could use as a weapon. In search of anything he could use as a weapon. What he found was a pile of weapons! All lay in heaps on the floor next to each other were knives (lots of knives), a pick axe, a chainsaw, a wood cutting axe, something which looked like a spear, chains, metal bars, hammers. If this had been a computer game Dave would have found a secret room to come across all these weapons.
He stood staring down at the pile in amazement. He couldn’t believe that big foot had just left all this here. Surely anyone of these victims scattered around could grab one of these weapons to use against him. Dave turned around to look at the never ending array of bodies on the floor. No he sighed, none of these people would have been able to get anywhere near these weapons.
They were all either too badly mutilated or were bound and gagged. It must have been like a tease to them. Lying on the floor looking at all these tools and weapons, just wishing that they were able to get their hands on one of them to defend themselves. That thought must have undoubtedly been followed by the horrific thought in which they realised that these things were going to be used on them.
“Cruel bastard” Dave said to himself. “he left all these here to taunt them.”
Dave could see lots of eyes had fallen upon him. Pupils staring at him from all directions on the floor. Those eyes were talking to him.
“Help us.” They were saying.
They didn’t need words, he could see it. They all looked at him in hope. All these helpless people looking to him to save them. He knew that even if he tried to untie and free them one by one, the ones that were still alive at least, they wouldn’t get far. There was definitely no chance that he would be able to save anywhere near enough of them. Let alone all of them!
No, he had decided what he needed to do. The only way to save these people was to kill that crazy freak that brought them here. And now he had the weapons to do it. Thanks to the laziness and cocky attitude of this sick bastard, he had left everything that Dave would need to take him down.
Dave looked down at the weapons again. He had images in his head of him being tooled up like some super soldier, with knives and axes and spears all tucked in different compartments of some cool outfit. With weapons all hung in perfectly co-ordinated places so he could grab the exact one he wanted when he wanted. Back to reality though, he didn’t have some cool outfit, or the body of a super hero. These things were heavy and there is no chance he could take them all. He wouldn’t be able to carry much, and what he did carry would weigh him down.
His weapon of choice was to be the axe, apart from the fact he decided it was possibly the coolest weapon there, he also thought that if he could get a good swing it would probably do the most damage. This guy he was going up against was huge, he needed a high impact weapon to use against him.
“Axe it is then” he said to himself, trying to build confidence.
Dave grabbed the axe and began his march to the stairs, leaving all the other tools and weapons in the pile he had found them in.
He made his ascent on the stairs, his legs began to tremble, he felt sick coming up from his stomach again.
“No, come on Dave” he thought “you have to do this, for mum. You can’t be scared now.”
But he was scared, he didn’t think it was possible to be any more scared that he felt right now. He opened the door to the corridor. It was still lit by the dim orange lig
ht he had seen earlier. With the axe ready in his hand he approached the next door at the end of the corridor. He held the axe above his head with his right hand, ready to strike when needed, and he opened the door with his left hand. It was another corridor. He entered, he could hear screaming now.
“Bastard must be busy” he said.
He began to move towards the sound of the screams, they got louder as he moved closer. He came to the end of the corridor where he was faced with a door that had “office” embedded onto it. There was a pane of glass on the door but it was patterned so Dave couldn’t see through it properly. He could see something moving inside it but he couldn’t make out what it was.
“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!” he heard a scream again.
“That scream was really loud, they must be right on the other side of this door” he thought.
He stood ready with the axe propped in both his hand, waiting for his moment.
“Ok Dave this is it” he said “there is no turning back now, you’ve come this far”
Sweat was dripping from his head.
“You have to do this, you have to save mum, and those people”
His hands had become clammy, he had to twist them on the shaft of the axe to improve his grip.
“Come on Dave, this is it, you can do it.”
His heart was racing, his stomach felt like it was doing somersaults.
“Just run in there and put this axe through that bastards head.”
He braced himself.
“ok come on, come on”
He took a deep breath.
“come on”
He leaned back and kicked the door open.
Chapter 22
“AAAAHHHHH!!!!” Dave screamed
He rushed into the “office” with the axe raised above his head swinging it from side to side. The freak spun around in shock to see Dave running towards him looking like a maniac.
Dave swung the axe back up ready to strike, the weight of the axe shifted Dave shoulders to the right, his feet went left and slipped on a pool of blood that has leaked onto the floor from bigfoots latest victim. Dave toppled over onto the floor. Landing hard on his shoulder, letting out a big grunt when he struck the ground.
The giant began to walk towards him, Dave looked up at the monster that was towering above and looking down on him. He managed to lift himself to one knee and swing the axe across to the left.
He got him! He struck the giant freak in the thigh with the axe. Dave tried to pull it back so he could swing again but it was stuck. It was really difficult to pull it free from the freaks legs. He began yanking back and forth in a panic trying to free the axe. His eyes wide looking up at the giant that appeared to be un-phased by his new injury. He just stood staring at Dave with a confused look on his face. Slowly, he raised his arm above his head. A giant hand came thundering down smacking Dave on the head like a sledge hammer. Dave’s head fell flat to the floor like a rock. He let go of the axe, as if by magic, the axe just simply fell from his opponents leg when he loosened his grip. Dave pushed both hands on the floor in an attempt to lift himself up. He was hit by another huge blow with knocked him back down.
He tried to push himself up again, he felt a flash of pain to the side of his face. He put his hand to his cheek, he could feel blooding pouring through his fingers. Dave looked up to see bigfoot stood over him with a knife in his hand.
“oh shit!”
He tracked backwards in a sitting position pushing his feet against the floor to move himself, trying to give himself a bit of space away from this giant. He stopped when he reached the wall. With his back pressed against the wall, Dave rose to his feet. He could see a woman on the other side of the room, her hands bound above her head. She was red, completely red. She had literally been bled from head to toe.
There was a lump on the floor next to her which Dave assumed to be her hair, as she was left with none on her head. One of her breasts was pumping out blood continuously like a fountain. It was split clean in two, leaving two large pieces of skin hanging either side from each other. Beneath her sliced breast were several wounds and puncture marks from the point in which bigfoots knife had entered her stomach. Her body was dangling from the wall. It looks like she was stood up but she wasn’t. It was the restraints on her arms holding her up. Luckily for her, she had passed now. Her torture was over. Dave’s hadn’t begun yet.
He looked around frantically trying to find something, anything to use to defend himself. There were tools placed around the feet of the poor victim on the other side of the room, but the giant stood between him and them.
Dave made a run for them, he was hit hard, knocking him back down on the floor before he could get anywhere near them. His head was pounding, his vision was beginning to blur. He could see bigfoot closing in on him. He tried to get back to his feet. Before he had chance to stand up again he could feel himself being lifted.
Now he could feel wind rushing past his face, his arms and legs dangling beneath him, he was flying. Then came the impact of the adjacent wall. The giant had thrown him across the room. Dave managed to muster enough energy to raise his head enough to see his opponent close in on him again. He felt the flying sensation again, followed by the impact of the wall along with incredible pain.
He tried to push his hands on the floor to lift himself up but they did nothing. They just slid beneath him in the pool of blood which now contained Dave’s blood as well as the blood from the unfortunate woman hung on the wall.
“bmmstard” Dave mumbled through his swollen mouth.
The blood still pouring out from his cheeks, his face was swelling up to be twice the size it had been. He opened his eye to see a boot coming fast to his face.
Darkness followed.
Chapter 23
Dave opened his eyes, he couldn’t see anything, His vision was blurred, just specks of lights flashed here and there. He could feel that his arms were tied up against something, he tried to move them, he couldn’t.
“Help!” he tried to shout.
What came out was a sort of muffled mumble. Something was covering his mouth. He blinked repeatedly and shook his head until his vision eventually became clear. He looked at his arms, they had leather straps tied around them. The straps were fitted to the walls. He tried to shout again but nothing followed apart from the muffled sound he’d made earlier. His eyes shot in every direction, frantically trying to find some way out or something to help him. He looked down, he was stood in a pool of blood.
“Oh no!” he thought “that’s my blood, I’m dying.”
There was something next to his foot, a lump of some sort. He moved it with his foot, it was hair. He recognised it from before, it was that womans hair. He had taken that womans place strapped to the wall. He remembered her wounds, he remembered what the freak had done to her. Scalped her, cut her to ribbons.
“Oh god no!” his thoughts racing “please please please god no!”
“MMMPPPHHH!” his cries for help were still muffled.
He could hear something. It was whistling.
“if.....you.....go.....down.....to.....the.....woods.....today.”
The giant was returning. He tugged his arms back and forth trying to free them from their restraints. He couldn’t loosen the grip on the leather straps. Tears flooded across his cheeks.
“oh god I’m gonna die” he thought.
The door opened. The freak walked in. Dave tried to shout some form of insult or obscenity at the giant but nothing apart from mumbles left his covered lips. The giant bald killer walked at a slow pace towards Dave, you could almost call it strolling along towards him. He stopped right in front of Dave. His eyes, giant pools of darkness, staring into Dave’s eyes. Dave had to blink to clear his vision, it had become blurred again from his eyes filling with tears.
The freak, still gazing into Dave’s eyes, tilted his head. The way a dog would when it was confused by his masters call. That gaze seemed to last forever. Dave felt as if this freaks huge dar
k eyes were staring into his soul.
The giant turned around, he was stood staring down at something. Dave struggled to see past the frame of the giants body. He was looking down at something on a table that had been placed in the room. Dave could see just to the side of the freak. There was a knife on the table, it was long as and had jagged edges. Like a long thin saw. The freak slid it across the table, next to it he placed a cleaver. Then next to that he placed a machete. Then another knife, then another knife, then another.
“mmmpphhh! Mmmmpphh” Dave muffled words failed to leave his mouth once more.
“I’m gonna die.” He thought “i’m gonna die on this spot.”
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