I let go of Demon and groan. Demon is a stranger and a sick twisted freak, why did I agree to even stay. He glances at me.
"What?"
"Nothing," I say. I can't tell him what I think of him. And worse- there's something telling me that he's not that bad. No, he's bad. I Tell myself. Maybe I should get him to tell me why he kidnapped me after all. "Demon," I spin around to face him, he looks startled at my sudden determination. I'm not sure what it is, maybe it's the feeling I'm not leaving here alive and the annoyance at Demon for taking us into this dead end.
"Yes...?" He asks slowly. My mind is at war with asking him or not asking him, I go ahead anyway.
"You're a dick."
"uh.. I know?" he replies.
"Tell me why you kidnapped me."
"No," Demon replies bluntly.
"Huh? Why? you were about to tell me earlier anyway," I ask. Confusion settles in me.
"Look... let's just focus on staying safe," Demon says. I shake my head.
"But Demon…"
"Later."
"No, tell me," I say. Demon starts to get visibly frustrated.
"Right now?" he protests. I nod.
"It's not like we are getting out of here anyway with the DDG and all…" I say.
"Don't think like that. I will get you out of here," Demon says. I have a sinking feeling. Demon is acting like he cares about me. I don't understand this at all. Not until I get my answer.
"Tell me," I say again. Demon shakes his head.
"Because I like you. Okay?" Demon blurts out.
"What?"
"I like you… I have a crush on you, I don't fucking know," says Demon with frustration. I just watch him puzzled. I mean… that would answer all my questions, mostly. But it doesn't make sense, why would someone like Demon like me? It sounds like some stupid high school crush. I laugh, probably the worst thing I could do.
"No you don't," I say. Demon watches me closely.
"Yeah. I don't." He says. We hear a thud and footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Ah!?" Demon pushes me to the far corner.
"Over there," He whispers "Stay." I shouldn't listen to him, but I do as he says, and I stay quiet. I couldn't care less if I get out of here alive or not. Someone knocks at the door.
"Ohh… Damon," Says a voice in a teasing tone, "Come out..." Demon looks over at me.
"It's the DDG," Demon whispers.
"I hate you," I whisper back. We hear another voice.
"Yeah, come out," says another voice.
"Why?" Asks Demon. Theres a bang at the door.
"So we can kill you like you killed our friends and families!" It's another voice this time. How many people are there? There are three so far…
"No… I'd kill you first for the pleasure of adding you to my list," Demon smirks back. I frown. Demon looks back at me. "There are five of them, the whole DDG isn't here." That reassures me a little.
"No, you won't," it's the first voice again. Theres a bang and they break in.
…
The five of them circle around Demon. There are two woman and three guys. Demon was right about how many people there were. How…? One of them points at me. "Who's that? Your little toy?" The first guy says. He has bleached blonde hair and a rose tattoo on his neck. "I'm Rory." He sticks out his tongue and shows off his tongue piecing. That pisses me off. Demon doesn't like it either.
"Why not leave this to the police? You insist on going after me instead. Why?" Demon asks.
"Revenge you dick," Says Rory. He seems to be their leader. Demon smirks.
"Revenge… sweet," starts Demon, "see… I have a reason for revenge too."
"And what's your reason?" asks Rory.
"Obviously to get rid of all the overpopulating idiots in this world…" Demon laughs.
"Okay? And that's not a reason for revenge?" Says Rory.
"My reason? They are destroying this planet," Demon frowns.
"I don't believe you…" Rory replies. Demon shakes his head.
"No… I just find joy in killing people," Demon smiles and grabs a knife from his pocket, I lunge forwards and hold his arm back.
"Demon, stop!" I shout, I don't want to see Demon stab someone again, not when I was contemplating not thinking badly of him earlier. Demon lowers his arm, seeming to come back to reality at the sound of my voice. "Idiot." I take the knife. "Just get us out of here," I whisper in his ear. His breathing heavy, he nods slowly. The DDG members before us don't seem to understand our little exchange. Demon walks over to the side and presses on the wall. A draw opens with a click. Demon takes out two masks and closes the draw again. Rory watches us closely; a gun is passed to him from one of the female DDG members. He holds the gun behind his back. Demon fixes the mask to my face and one to his. I don't protest. Whatever he's doing, it better be good. Demon hits a button somewhere and the room fills with a purple gas. Rory raises the gun and points it at me, probably has figured it to be the best way to hurt Demon… not that it would, I don't even know. Plus, I'm kinda in between Demon and him, in the way. Probably hoping the bullet would go through me… and then hit Demon. The DDG members who were breathing harder, probably scared of Demon, drop to the ground slowly. Dead from the gas. Rory tries to hold his breath but can't. He shoots, then he dies to the gas like the others.