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MadMan	By : Mysticaldragon11 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He couldn’t tell when he had been brought back to his little jail cell in the basement. He had blacked out after the madman had his “fun” and now he woke to darkness. He figured he had been out for a couple of hours at least. He was shivering but it wasn’t from cold. It was from the reality that he was never getting out of here.
Tobi sat up slowly. He cringed as pain shot through him. The madman wouldn’t give him pain medicine anymore because it made him way too relaxed for the sadistic madman’s taste. The more Tobi bled the more he screamed the happier the madman was. Tobi broke down once more and sobbed uncontrollably. It wouldn’t save him. Nothing could save him.
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He drove down the highway looking at the map. He was sure he had taken the right turn but he didn’t see a single thing that said he was going in the right direction. He was supposed to meet his friends at the cabin for a weekend camping trip. He should have gone with them when they asked but oh no. He had to stay and finish his editorial.
Now he was following a map from a convenience store and his friends’ rough description of the place. He was about to make a U-turn when a house came into sight. He pulled up to the drive way. He was welcomed with the sight of big black iron gates locked up tight to keep people out.
He cursed. If this was the only place on this road then he needed to talk to this person if he could. He exited his car and climbed the fence hoping that he wouldn’t be shot on sight. He dropped to the ground and was surprised that no one showed up to shoot or arrest him. He began walking towards the house and looked around to see if anyone was near.
A motor home sat outside of the house as if the person had just come back from a long trip and left it there until he could unpack it. The windows had all been spray painted black to keep the light out of the entire thing except for the cab. He thought it a bit peculiar but shrugged. Everyone had quirks.
He walked to the front door and took a deep breath. He grabbed the knocker and knocked. The house was brown and huge. It was a nice house with stained glass windows and golden knobs. The knocker itself was that of a lion head and it too was gold. He couldn’t help but think that this person must have money.
He waited for a couple of minutes and then knocked again. He had barely taken his hand off the door and it opened to reveal a man in his mid forties. He had brown hair and a receding hairline. He was clean shaven and mostly fit. He wasn’t a giant but he looked as though he could hold his own.
“Did you not see the gates?” The man asked.
He nodded and began to speak quickly. “I did and I am sorry to trespass but I believe that I am lost. My name is Zetsu and I was supposed to meet my friends for a camping trip. I think I took a wrong turn.” He said.
The guy smiled. “It happens to the best of us.” He said nicely.
Zetsu nodded again. He smiled thanking his lucky stars that the guy wasn’t going to shoot him. The guy waved him into his house and closed the door softly the moment Zetsu was inside. He took a look out side once before closing the door to make sure no one else was around.
He waved Zetsu to follow him into the kitchen. Zetsu was impressed by the size and beauty of the inside of the house. “Let’s take a look at this map shall we?” The man asked. Zetsu nodded and lay the map out on the table. He was glad he had thought to bring it with him.
The man took a look at it and asked where his destination was. Zetsu pointed out where he was supposed to go and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck when the man laughed. He pointed out to Zetsu where he had made his mistake and Zetsu realized right away that he should have seen it.
“Would you like something to drink before you hit the road again? It is a few miles back to your correct turn.” The man asked. Zetsu smiled and held up his hands. How could he refuse when the man had been kind enough to help him instead of shoot him?
“Thanks, I would love one. The man turned to the refrigerator and pulled out a plastic pitcher of lemonade. He poured a glass for Zetsu and handed it to him. Zetsu thought it a little strange that the man didn’t pour one for himself but he took the glass and he was grateful. He took two long swigs of the lemonade and relished the cool liquid as it went down smoothly.
A few seconds later he stumbled and the glass fell from his hand shattering on the floor. His vision became blurry and he was sure he was going to pass out. He only managed a clear glimpse once as the man pulled out a shiny object and stepped towards him. A hunters’ knife was the last thing he saw before hitting the floor.
Zetsu awoke sometime later. He was in a darkened room or so he thought. He felt his way around and winced when he felt his arm burn. He reached over and ran his fingers over his arm. A sticky substance oozed over his arm and pain shot through him every time he touched the jagged flesh.
The man had cut him. He wasn’t sure what to think at the moment. The man had seemed so nice. Now he was aware that this guy was a psycho. He favored his injured arm as he walked around trying to find the door. To his dismay there wasn’t one. He felt the walls and turned himself in a circle.
The walls were damp and dirty and the floor felt like dirt. He bent to feel the floor. It felt like dirt because that was exactly what it was. He was now aware he had no shoes on and that his socks were wet. He stepped around the prison again and it hit him all at once. He was down a well shaft.
Panic began to seize him as he tried to adjust to the new situation. Earlier his only concern was that he was going to be late meeting his friends. Now his concern was survival. He stopped pacing for a second only now aware that he had been. He thought for a moment. He was a journalist. He was going to be a reporter after college. He was going to get into some tight fixes.
He turned and felt the wall once more. The wall wasn’t flat nor smooth it was bumpy and jutted out in places. If he could climb high enough he could get himself out of this mess. He began the slow journey of pulling himself up with his good arm and pushing with his tows. Finding the next jutted out brick was the real trick. Once he found them his journey went a little smoother.
He was about nine feet up when his foot slipped and sent him back to the bottom of the well. His fingernail tore free from his middle finger and began to bleed. He landed on his injured arm and heard a grotesque snapping noise that echoed off the walls of his future grave. He screamed unceremoniously as the pain shook him to the core.
He sat on the ground and held his injured arm the best he could because now his finger screamed in agony as well. He began to rock back and forth as tears coursed down his cheeks. He wanted out of this nightmare. He knew that only he could save himself but how was the question. That was also the question that he had to find the answer to and fast.
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