Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25907694-20150120183338

''this story is still not finished. ''

My battle-torn character in the plasma TV fell in a swift motion, unable to fight.

I looked at him intently

"It’s called spamming, and I’m not very fond of it.”

“Wait, so you DON’T mash buttons and hope you hit someone?” He mocked.

Luke was a really good friend, so I refrained from punching his victory-spoiled face. But, he was right, I was terrible at this game. My button smashing wasn’t totally random, but I still couldn’t get past the spam. I never was great at fighting games (against other players as well), and I thought I could get into some of them, but after Luke spammed Noob’s moves in Mortal Kombat enough times, I thought maybe it was time to move on to greater things.

“What say we switch to the PS4 and play another mindless game for another hour?”

“Nah, I think it’s time for me to go, I have some stuff to study for, and afterwards, my girlfriend wants to do some stuff.”

“Very important stuff I see. All right then. Get on out there, you busy man.”

Luke scoffed, “Yeah, I see you hard at work too.”

“You offend me Luke. Unlike you, I actually want to get good at this game.” (By this time, I switched to a different game)

I was, of course, referring to the game called The Last of Us Remastered. The multiplayer was phenomenal. Skill, teamwork, clutch plays, it had it all.

“I promise I’ll play that with you some other time at home, besides, that game isn’t even split screen, how would we play two players?”

“Well I wanted you to take notes Luke, your burst rifle action needs improvement.”

Luke gave an obnoxious and exaggerated laugh and left. After some rough hours of TLOU, I left the game. A few foods later, I watched some good ole’ Trailer Park Boys, and finally went to bed.



<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> <p class="MsoNormal">Ah, no school today, not that it’s cumbersome, but, this means I can just marathon some more videogames. I could call my parents up as well, since they're pretty cool people. After eating breakfast, I proceeded to start The Last of Us, when I noticed it wasn’t quite where I left it. I’m not a paranoid person, but this left me quite disturbed. I’m very astute, so it definitely was not in the same exact place. The videogame was slightly moved, anyone else could have been fooled. I couldn’t explain this.

<p class="MsoNormal">Hm.

<p class="MsoNormal">I moved around my apartment, looking for anything else that was out of place, or moved. On the floor, I saw a very small ball of some fabric that fell out of someone’s gloves. I looked at my window. I was only about 2 stories from the ground, but it was still decently high. I looked at the door. It was always locked whenever it closed, and I didn’t detect anything alarming there…

<p class="MsoNormal">I was scared for a moment, for the unknown.

<p class="MsoNormal">If someone was here, why would they be here? Is he a murderer, a thief, a rapist, some sort of psycho? Was it just a cat that walked in here?

<p class="MsoNormal">I panicked for a short while. I could not ignore this situation. I can’t stay here right now. I’ve got to go outside to breathe.

<p class="MsoNormal">What can I do here? I have no knowledge on what happened last night, but someone must’ve been here.

<p class="MsoNormal">I went back inside and decided I must lay some sort of trap, I couldn’t stay here another night. After some thinking, I got the elastic wrap from the kitchen and placed sealed square patches of it in places where people would definitely step. Underneath the patches of elastic wrap, were amounts of flour. I taped the patches in the corners. How this would work, is that the person would accidentally step on these and disperse the flour, almost revealing a sort of foot print. I laid rugs over the patches. Even if the person realized what he had done, how would he clean this? He would most likely be inclined to attack me right then. I wouldn’t be there, however, and if he did decide to show up, I would place a fake “body” in my bed. If he decides to strangle or put pressure of any kind on me, the door will close from a string attached to the fake body. The door will not open from the inside (I’ll modify it, it will stop him for a bit), and if he makes any noise, the neighbors will definitely hear it. I’ll inform them to immediately call the police if they hear any pounding or something of the sort. I will also leave a GoPro camera recording in a secret spot all the while I stay somewhere else.

<p class="MsoNormal">An hour later, I was finally finished with the setup. Whew.

<p class="MsoNormal">But what if he didn’t come here tonight? This would all be for naught. Even if he didn’t, it’s best to be sure and plan. I’ll go to the store quickly and go to some hotel, it’ll work.

<p class="MsoNormal">On my way to the store, I received a phone call.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Silence for a few seconds.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Zeke Wayne.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The person said it so plainly, almost as if he was reading my name from a paper.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, this is I.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Zeke, we’ve found ourselves in a particular situation here, a depressing one, I might add. You see, and don’t panic, I’m a criminal. Why would a criminal call you? Well, I like to think you’ve been chosen for something spectacular.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I couldn’t swallow.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Zeke, hello? Ah, I’m sure you’re fine. Anyway, let me explain this unfortunate situation to you, simply. I have taken the liberty of capturing both of your beloved parents. The father has quite the fighting spirit. So, I thought it might be fun if I gave you call. Now, this is where you must choose. If you choose one, the other will die, so be very careful. Your father is in (address), and your mother is in (address). If you choose neither, both of them will suffer. Oh, yes, also, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m copying The Joker from that movie everyone has seen. But, I just thought it’d be absolutely hilarious and fun. So I’m giving it a go, and, it is most definitely exciting. Well, bye now!”

<p class="MsoNormal">In an act of desperation and hope, I called my parents, but no answer. I checked my phone for the GoPro camera, no one was there. Damn it!

<p class="MsoNormal">The locations that the person informed me of were relatively the same distance from where I was, still in the cab.

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Hey, college student, are you feeling all right? Not trying to be a pest, but, I do need my fare.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I paid the cabbie his money and left to a nearby fast food place. I’ll call Luke.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Luke? Hey, listen, quickly, this is going to sound very weird and unbelievable, but someone called me and told me my parents were taken hostage. I called them, but there was no answer, I’d rather not ignore this because I’m 100% certain this is true. I don’t have time to say much else, just pick up my father at (address), please, hurry. Whenever you pick my dad, meet me back at McDonalds by the entrance to the movie theaters.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Holy- are you serious? I know that you usually are calm, so this is kind of scary, but, yeah, I’ll do that, im in class, but yeah, I’m booking it.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Good thing he was still back in class, it’s closer to my father’s address. I ended the call.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Whew, at least Luke can help me, this way, both my parents can be saved.

<p class="MsoNormal">But what if the person who called me is waiting in one of the locations, so no one can cheat? What if he has cameras, I don’t want Luke to die. I can’t second guess myself now. I hope I’m overestimating this guy.

<p class="MsoNormal">Oh god, my mother must be terrified. She’s never been in a position in this type of danger. How is she reacting? I’m glad the person didn’t tell her what the whole situation is. But if he did? If Luke didn’t come with me to save my father, what would I have done?

<p class="MsoNormal">I arrived at the place, it was some small home. It almost felt homey. I went to the front door, almost having the instinct to knock. I opened the door, and went inside, taking a deep breath. <p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0in;">There was no one here. Puzzled, I checked everywhere. There was no one here at all.

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<p class="MsoNormal">*

<p class="MsoNormal">What the hell is going on? Was this another twisted trick?

<p class="MsoNormal">“Zeke, I’m sure you’re quite confounded, but, no fear, I have your Mother here. In my secret lair, as I call it. Just advance to the kitchen and you’ll see a mat. Uncover it, and walk down.”

<p class="MsoNormal">It sounded like it came from a PA system, somehow. For a little bit, I was relieved they weren’t here. Damn...

<p class="MsoNormal">I went to the small kitchen and lifted the mat, and I saw very narrow stairs. After I walked down, I opened a rustic, metal door in a tight hallway. Inside was what most could indeed consider, “a secret lair”. There were some chairs, tables, a computer in the middle, and a slightly larger TV behind that. The whole room was as big as a science classroom.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Mom!”

<p class="MsoNormal">A man walked in through a door by the chairs.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fooled again. Please don’t hold any hard feelings, I was just trying to get you in here without any force. I just bought new rugs and they were very exclusive.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The mysterious man moved forward, to the light. It was Luke.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah, yes, it’s me, as you can see. I’m terribly sorry to have betrayed in such a form, but, Zeke, this is who I am. You should see your face now, actually, and you might find this as enjoying as I am.”

<p class="MsoNormal">How did I not recognize the voice before, but most importantly, why is he doing this?

<p class="MsoNormal">“Now, I have decided on something. In this back room behind me, I have your brother. Why? Well, I think I could play this same game on your parents. But, I will not allow this kind of cheating again. If they both try to save you and your brother, then I might be open to torture.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Luke sighed, and went into the other room, and came back rolling someone in a chair. It was my brother.

<p class="MsoNormal">My brother looked freaking terrified. He was shaking. His clothes showed signs of force, he was sweating. He was only 14, basically still a kid. Hell, it was only 5 years ago when we played board games like Monopoly. He loved Monopoly, and he was only 9, what kind of kid plays Monopoly when he’s 9 years old?

<p class="MsoNormal">Rage overcame me. My fists tightened. This was all a game to him. Something that he didn’t really care about. Something that, even if we was caught for, he wouldn’t regret. He’s a psychopath. Nothing I could say would change his mind, I should know. In all my teenage years of reading upon reading volumes of crap, none of it would help me here. It was like he wasn’t even real.

<p class="MsoNormal">I feel light-headed. <p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0in;">* <p class="MsoNormal">“Hello, yes? Am I speaking to the father and mother of Zeke Wayne? Yes? Good. Let me explain, I have your son, Zeke, and……”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0in;">I drifted back to the abyss.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0in;">''I don't know if i should continue the story. This was a pretty good practice for me, since i don't really write but i still would like to. I'm sorry if the idea is too odd, i kind of thought it might be that way. The creepypasta factor would kick in when the main character is seeing his parents make the decision (Luke has cameras), and other things. I guess i shouldn't spoil it. Honestly, this story might not be very good, but it's practice. Let me know, whoever reads this, your thoughts. Good or bad, it'd be nice to know what other people think. If it is even interesting or not, stuff like that. '' <ac_metadata title="Absolute Torture (unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>