I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

Poison made the mistake of believing Frank had fallen asleep in his arms, and had quickly followed suit, foolishly letting his guard down. Lying beside him, Frank was very much awake, and carefully abiding his time. He listened for the sound of Poison deep even breathes as a sign he may have fallen asleep, before deciding to take matter into his own hands and escape from his captor’s lair. Risky, but carefully, he reached for the key on the long chain around his captor’s neck. He had noticed it earlier when Poison laid himself down next to Frank and it had slipped out of his shirt. Frank figured that if Poison was carrying it so closely then it must be something he’s trying to protect and keep to himself. There was no other explanation, that key had to be Frank’s ticket home. All he had to do was calm down and concentrate on figuring out if his captor was indeed stupid enough to fall asleep next to him. Frank took a quick peek to see that Poison had done just that. Frank couldn’t have thank God enough. Now, for the hard part.

Frank reached over to gently undo the chain clasp dangling on Poison’s collar, all the while trying to ignore the enticing cologne his captor was wearing. If he wasn’t in this situation then maybe Frank would have been nice enough to compliment the guy but that wasn’t the case. After he got the key off the chain, Frank quickly unlocked his remaining cuff, lightly crept off the bed and used the key to unlock the bedroom door. Before he turned the knob, an idea came to Frank about the other people that were at the weird auction he was sold in. He couldn’t remember how many voices he heard, or what they talked about. Hell, he didn’t even know where they could be. Were they in the house, or was the auction held at a separate house, Frank wondered? The only thing he could remember was that someone else had cooked his breakfast for him, his captor had admitted that.

Frank backed away from the door, no longer feeling confident that he could simply walk out the front door alive without the chance of walking into Poison’s friends. Frank took one look at Poison to make sure he was still asleep, before quietly rummaging through his captor’s belongings in hopes of finding that huge knife that Poison was so fond of waving about. If anything, that had to be the perfect weapon to easily scare off those other crazy psychos.

Unless they carried a gun, then a knife would pretty much be pointless against them. But at this point, Frank had no choice but to take that chance if he ever wanted to go home back to his parents again.

Frank had luckily found the weapon underneath a black pillow on the couch. He unsheathed it, and took a deep breath before sneaking out the bedroom door. Voices could be heard coming from downstairs, and Frank made sure to keep his focus on them in case they started to move closer to him. Frank has never stabbed anyone before, and doesn’t know anyone that ever did, so he wasn’t completely sure how much strength it would take to plunge a sharp piece of metal into another human being. If the time came for him to defend himself, Frank could only hope that he’d bleed his attackers dry before any harm could come to him.

Frank continued to focus on the sounds coming from downstairs as he carefully crept down the steps. He never would have noticed anyone creeping up behind him until it was too late. Before he knew it, Frank pushed down the last few remaining steps and landed on the foyer’s floor with a yelp of pain. Frank curled himself into a fetal position as he held onto his pounding head; Poison’s knife sitting by his side. The stranger that pushed him the stairs was a tall young lady with golden brown skin, big black curls and a silver and gold mask. She was now sitting in the middle of the stairs, watching Frank recover, and taking glances at Poison’s knife.

“Where are you going, Black Opal?” The lady asked softly, pouting at Frank’s troubling situation.

Frank looked up at her in fright and grabbed Poison’s knife with both hands, pointing it at her. “S-Stay back, lady! I-I mean it! I’ll hurt you.”

The young lady held up her hands in mock surrender just as the rainbow Mohawk guy and the guy with the blue mask appeared, standing in the doorframe to check what the ruckus was about.

The rainbow guy smiled when he saw that Poison’s little prize had escaped. “Well, look what Sable found sneaking around out here, huh Jet?”

Jet chuckled in response before looking at the rainbow guy. “Tsk tsk, never a good idea. We all remember the rule right? Anybody want to tell our little friend here about it…Dash, would you do the honors?”

Dash clapped his hands before rubbing them in excitement as he stepped forward. “I would love to, Jet! How thoughtful of you.”

Dash look at Frank and smirking devilishly as he crouched in front of him. “Ok, my little bitch, here the rule out here. Any prize that steps out of their safe zone are fair game for everyone in the house to do whatever they want with …that is if we can get to you before Poison claims you back, which I doubt he will.”

Frank’s entire body was visibly shaking even though he had Poison’s knife pointing in their direction. He had no idea what kind of ‘rules’ this Dash guy was talking about, but he didn’t like the sound of it. Poison never mentioned anything like that to Frank, just that he should never try to escape. Oh god, and he was doing exactly that. Frank abruptly turned around at the sound of someone whistling and saw a blonde guy with a black mask and a short girl with a purple mask.

The girl with the purple mask smiled in delight as she tightened her hold on her a spiked ball flail. “Oooo I want him!”

“Citrus, you and Drummer know the rules.” Dash playfully chastised, wagging his finger at her.

Citrus rolled her eyes before giving one powerful kick towards Frank, knocking Poison’s knife out of his hands. Frank didn’t bother trying to look around for his knife since it was already out of sight and instead made a run for it; going deeper into the house. The group behind him shouted out one word together that literally had Frank forcing himself to pick up some speed.

“RUNNER!!!”

Frank burst into what looked like to be the kitchen to see a girl with blue hair, one with green hair, and the other with yellow hair trying to work together to stuff the hanging intestines from a dead man’s stomach, back down his throat for fun. They each turned and looked at him with a look of surprise as he let out a blood curdling scream at the horror in front of him. The young girls covered in blood couldn’t believe their luck at having a free-for-all kill run right into them…and of course their bad luck for not wearing their masks like they were supposed to so no guests could see their face. Their boss was very strict on keeping their identity hidden until all the victims in the house were dead. If one of their guests were to escape and identify them to the authorities, then they would have to be killed off by the rest of the group to correct their mistake.

Frank’s throat hurt from screaming as he ran for the other doorway, only to bump into a huge giant with a burlap mask. The young boy let out another scream at the monstrous sight in front of him. The girls shouted at the giant and threw their collection of organs at him that were sitting behind them on the counter.

“NO CINNAMON, HE’S OURS!!” They shouted, making the giant grumbled in defeat and wave off the air raid of organs pelting him.

The kitchen door burst open to reveal Drummer, Jet and Citrus. Frank was now surrounded with no way out, unless he could think of something quick. The young boy let out a scared cry before shooting like a bullet between the open spaces between Cinnamon’s trunk-like legs. The evil cackles and giggles behind him, not to mention the giant tree trunk legs pounding behind him had Frank screaming blood murder as he ran into the living room. He instantly stopped running when he saw he wasn’t alone. A guy in a teal mask and a guy with an orange mask were openly quarreling in front of another guy with a red mask who was sitting and listening next to Sable. They all stopped what they were doing and looked at Frank in surprise. The man in the red mask tilted his head to the side in awe.

The guy with the orange mask began laughing. “Oh my god, its Poison’s Black Opal, man.”

“Oh my, what is the little princess doing all alone down here unsupervised, huh?” The guy with the teal mask cooed, coming towards Frank, who was a blubbering mess with his bloodshot eyes and gasping for air. He was trying so hard to let his knees buckle underneath him from exhaustion.

Kobra leaned forward in his seat. “Iris, Rouge, I’d back up if I was you. I don’t think you want to be seen with your hands on Poison’s property when he wakes up.”

Iris and Rouge took one look at each other before deciding they weren’t ready to die anytime soon, especially by the hands of Poison. Even though they’ve never seen Poison mad, they were certain he was one of those guys that went on murder sprees every time he was pissed off about something. Just in case they were right, they didn’t want to be the ones Poison was hunting for.

“Oh come on, boys.” Dash called from behind Frank before grabbing a handful of his dark locks and shoving Frank to the floor onto his knees. Frank caught himself before his head could hit the coffee table, and cried softly with his head down.

“You know the rules! If any one of our prizes make it outside our rooms, then they are free game, am I right Kobra?” Dash asked, walking around Frank to sit on the loveseat. Kobra nodded in response.

Cinnamon let out a wolf howl before wrapping his arm around Frank’s neck and pulled him up so his body was hanging off the ground. Frank was choking from lack of air due to Cinnamon’s arm choking the shit out of him. The girls from the kitchen laughed as they gathered around Frank with their scalpels and lightly nicked him on random spots of his body with lightning fast speed. Frank let out cries and screams until he couldn’t spare the amount of air. Frank was going to suffocate or bleed to death, he wasn’t sure which. All he knew was that he wished he had never left Poison’s room.