Ch 5
Ahead of me I could hear his heavy footsteps slamming on the ground in a desperate attempt to get away. I wished that I could see better throw the shadows that stretched themselves down the seeming to be a never ending hallway. Up ahead the sound of a door slamming open and immediately closing alerted me to what room Aften had gone in.
When I reached the door my hand yanked at the handle to no avail. It felt like something was holding the handle closed. Probable a chair wedged underneath the handle. "This is going to hurt," I whispered underneath my breath backing up to my shoulder in the door.
Crack, the flimsy door gave into the pressure of my body weight. But as I thought, the cost of breaking it down would limit the mobility of my now sore arm. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the purple uniform darting into a side room from the main play area of Fredy's stage. What was the layout of this place? My mind raced as I was trying to recall the layout of this horrifying children play palice. Vaguely remembering that this door led to the backroom. Knowing that it was a dead end made me just a slightly more confident knowing that there were no more places for him to run.
"I know that you're in here," I called out, "There is nowhere else for you to go but to jail." As thoughts word left my mouth I understood how cheese they were. This room was darker then the last and it didn't help that it was being used as a storage area. I thought that the supply closets held the animatronic parts. But around me were many places to hide behind or even inside. From spare heads to the individual face plates for Foxy and the Dungeons Master dragon.
A small thin beam of light was the only way that I could seem in through this thick blanket of black. My light occasionally flickered off showing signs of a low battery. I know I should have never lent my equipment to the rookies. Clank! A can of spray paint rolled across the floor sending my already beating heart into a crazed panic.
"Show yourself!" This time I yelled out with a hissing demand. My flashlight beam followed the direction of where the can came from. On the shelf sat a spare Fred Bear's head with white rolled back eyes only showing their white caroding paint. I raised my light to get a better look.
A berly reflective surface moved with the shadows. A reflective silver glare shown behind me before I could turn around. A butchers knife from Chica's kitchen was stabbed through my shoulder blades far enough that the handle could be felt on the flesh.
"Hahaha!" the sound of crazed laughter rang out from behind me as I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. The sound of more laughter bellowed out of the purple guy's mouth. His pupils small and shaking, this man had truly gone insane.
Even if my body was unresponsive I was still very awake and aware. Especially when that cruel bastard pulled that blade from my back. I wanted to reach back and through him against the metal shelves letting all of the stuff they hold clatter and crush him when they came down. But my body didn't move. The feel of blood collecting on my clothes was enough to tell me that I was not going to get back up. From where the blade hit my skin felt numb and tingly.
I guess that I was so focused on the fact that I was dying that I didn't realise that my murderer had walked out of the room. Everything around me was silent. Even the sound of the old computer system couldn't be heard from where I was. This is it, my last mission. All I wanted to do was bring justice to those kids and their families. What will happen to that little girls parents? I could feel my mind slipping as the questions ran in my head. At least I had a quick death instead of dying a long and painful one. What am I thinking!? I don't want to die. If somebody is out there please help those who have been lost. I know that it might have been wishful thinking but I hoped that someone would find me in time or this whole thing was a bad dream. My strongest wish though was to have the second chance to destroy that man in the purple security outfit.
The black continued to swallow me as my senses faded. Only that wish repeating in my head.
"Is this what you truly want?"
Who's there!
"Is a second chance what you want?"
…
"Well?"
Yes.