Chapter 3

Third person POV:

Sitting in the dark room is a petite figure of a boy, he can't move. He seems to be caged in his sitting position by some unknown force. He can't make any noises to ask for help. He can only watch the horrific scene unfold in front of him.

In his surroundings, a dark shadow emerges on every corner of the room. Slowly, they made their way toward his position. Terrified, yet he can't do anything to escape.

As the shadows reach his place, they begin to devour his being. The gelid touch from the shadows enveloped him slowly. To his horror, the shadows seem to gently caress the places of his being it covers with its darkness.

He don't like it.

He wants to escape, yet without control over his body he can only endure, waiting for it to stop.

Seeing that he had no escape from this thing, he starts to panic. His breathing begins to be in a mess, his eyes blurry from the lack of oxygen.

In his anxious state he hears a voice.

O...we...n

A faint voice coming from somewhere seems to call a name. It seems familiar....

Owen.....

Who is that.... Please help....

Owen!

The boy in the bed jolted up from his nightmare. He looks around, clutching his chest as he catches his breath. He sighs a relief when he realizes it was just a nightmare. The shadows don't exist.

Only, a person looking at him is in the room......

Then, his joy was short-lived.When he remembers that his dream was safer than his situation right now.

He is kidnapped, and the person responsible is right beside him.

Looking at him with emotions he couldn't read.

Only now did he have a chance to observe the man's appearance.

He couldn't help but admire the man's features. It was too perfect.

Eyes that seem sharp when looking at another being, pointed nose that many envies, reddish lip that is perfectly sculpted, a sharp jawline perfectly carved and a hair that reaches his eyebrow that suits his feature.

This man is majestic.......

But remembering how he is the man's captive, he couldn't fully admire the man's appearance. Instead he uttered a question to the man.

"Who....are you? And why....did you kidnapped me" The first word that came out of Owen's mouth after he was kept captive by the man.

The man perplexed by his sudden question froze for a second before answering his inquiry with a smile adorning his lips.

"I'm Blake....and as for why I imprisoned you here...I'm pretty sure you still remember the incident that occurred that night... Think about it... little one....it will give you the answer you want" The man told Owen, a malicious smirk replaces the soft smile on his face, as he gives hints about his reason why Owen is being locked in this place.

Owen froze when he heard the man mention an incident that occurred on a specific night and that familiar nickname only that man calls him. He looks at the man with fear in his eyes as he remembers the horrifying things he witnessed during that night.

This man....this can't be...

Flashback.....

"This bread is too sweet but just right for my liking...." Owen said as he munched on the pastries he bought at the bakery near the bus stopped.

It was around 6 pm now, it was unusually dark at the moment. Dark clouds slowly covered the sky. The cold wind prickling his skin. A sign that it might rain soon.

'Ah, I should hurry now althought I have an umbrella but I don't want to walk in a rainy path....I should take the short cut to reach my apartment faster....'

Owen thought to himself, he quickly detoured his way to the shortcut that led toward the village he was residing. It was a path surrounded by tall trees, a pavement was built that serves as a guide for anyone who wants to venture the path. It was dimly lit, only the light the street lamp emits is the lumine. A path with the view of nature.

Althought occasionally the lamps would flicker, the ambience of the path was nothing but peace.

The tree leaves rustling due to the wind passing by.

The crickets making a sound as they surrounded and searched for warmth in the street lamps.

The whistling sound of the breeze that warned people for the impending storm that was to cascade.

A peaceful environment for Owen.

But was shattered when someone from inside the woods suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

The sight terrified Owen, as the person in front of him had many wounds on his body. But what made it more terrifying was that the bruises on the man's body seem to be of deliberate causes. It was a bloody scene.

Like someone was trying to murder him...

"Please call the police..... Or help me hide from him!" The man had a frantic look in his eyes, he looked at Owen desperately asking for help. Tightly grasping Owen's shoulder as he tells his plea.

Owen came out of his daze, he worriedly looked at the man, " Okay but let's look for a place to hide first okay....how about we go to my apartment....it's near here...." He suggested worried that the culprit behind this is near. He needs to make sure they are safe temporarily before he calls the police. He doesn't want to risk their safety any further.

The man agreed with his suggestion. Helping the man, they run toward Owen's residence. Soon they enter the apartment he rents for himself.

After locking the door, Owen hurriedly calls the police. Just as he dials the station number, the power suddenly goes off.

This made their heart drop, after all how can they call for help if there is no signal?......

Owen, quickly opened the flashlight of his phone directing it at the man who currently sits on the sofa in the living room.

"What should we do....? We can't call for help at the moment.....?" Owen said worriedly as he is concerned for the man's safety. He lives in a neighborhood with houses that have big distance to each other. He chose this village because he doesn't like to communicate with others. This situation made him regret choosing this apartment area.

"It's too dangerous to go to the police station right now.....at any moment he could appear......!" The man said frightened, his voice trembling at this terrifying thought.

And......the man seems to call out his idea, when a knock is heard on the front door of the apartment. This causes the two people to freeze in their place. No one uttered a word, silence took over the place. They look at each other not knowing what to do.

But they sighed a relief, when the person outside spoke.

"Delivery!, is anyone home.....?" Owen suddenly remembered that he had a parcel to be delivered today. Thinking of this he darted his eyes toward the man.

"Stay here.... I'm just gonna receive my parcel okay?" He said to the wounded man, who only nods his head.

Owen went to pick up his delivery, he opened the front door and to his horror, what greeted his eyes was the sight of a masked man that pointed his gun toward his direction.

"Ah, so easy to fool......" The masked man said to Owen, his words full of mirth as he looks at the boy in front of him.

He took steps towards Owen who stepped back in return. Owen couldn't close the door for fear that the man would shoot him.

"To the living room" The man commanded him. Owen had no choice but to obey as he was being held at gun point. He and the wounded man are both trapped in this cage now.

Soon, they reached the living room. When the wounded man saw them, he froze in his seat, he looked at the masked man with visible fear in his eyes.

"Y....ou......please....don't k...I'll us" The wounded man begged, hoping the masked man to show mercy on both of them. The man let out a laugh suddenly.

"Aren't you ashamed of putting others in danger because of your irresponsible act? You're too funny begging for mercy when you cause this upon him tsk" The man said shaking his head as if disappointed by the man's action.

"I never did anything to you! I don't know you at all! So why..... are you planning to murder me?!......" The wounded man asked bravely to the masked man who looked coldly at him.

Seeing the masked man became distracted for a little while, Owen took this opportunity to grab the vase near him. Planning to knock out the man, he tried to hit him with the object. But the man skillfully avoided his attacks, instead of successfully making an escape, the man turned the situation against Owen.

The last thing Owen remembered was the man holding him tightly to the ground, as he pinched something in his neck that made him lose consciousness.

After that he woke up in the bed alone in his apartment. Why am I in bed, I clearly pass out in the living room....... Did he......?

He quickly checked downstairs.

The wounded man and the masked man are nowhere to be seen.

He thought of calling the police, to report the incident that occurred.

But he stops his idea as his eyes spot a note in his bedside table.

All it said was....

'Keep quiet little one.....you don't want your precious parents to disappear right? I know you are an obedient person....after all I'm watching all of your movements......'

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