Dont Believe The Demon. (P)

Cage noticed the familiar figure in the water. He naarowed his eyes ans silently got up. He silently came behind her and moved to grab the back of her neck and the other hand to grab her weapon, if successful in the grab his grip was tight in a warning for her not to scream. "Why did you save me?" his voice was low and dark.

He chuckled darkly, "That's the whole point of suicide." He moved the tip of the spear to her throat, "It's not good to save an insane serial killer..." Making sure there was no one else around he began to lead her towards the greenery where they would be more hidden. Once there he pinned her to a tree with this hand on her throat and the spear thrown a few feet away from them. Cage's face became more helpless instead of threatening, "I could have escaped them... But now I can't stop them.. If more people die, their blood is on your hands."

"They make me hurt people... They say it's for protection bu- Agh!" He was cut off with a strong pain in his skull. With his free hand he held his head and shut his eyes, "Shut up, sh-shut up!" He shouted to himself. Cage let go of Penny's throat and collapsed to his knees as he held his head, trying to contain the surfacing voices. "I have to kill you..." he whispered under his breath, meaning Penny though he didn't look at her. But he began to tremble, his hands tighten to fists, "Stop!"

Soon after he started he stopped trembling, his muscles relaxing. Hearing her cower by the tree he began to laugh, "You're so pathetic..." He got up and towered over Penny and pulled her up by her arm. His blue eyes were cold and merciless. "Come on, I want to show you something.." His grin was dark and filled with insanity.

"A little place I call 'home'..." Seeing a vacant car he got a pick lot kit and picked the lock with ease and opened the car. "Get in." He waited for her to buckle up before closing her door so she would be delayed if she tried to escape. He slid into the driver's seat and locked the doors, putting it on automatic and started the car. Cage looked over at her after they hit the road, "Try not to look so upset, this is going to be fun." He laughed, looking back towards the road.

They soon made it to down town where there were old buildings that looked like they would be up for demolition. But where they were headed was not a house. Instead he parked behind an abandoned asylum. The doors and windows were boarded up, the only way in was through the cellar. He got out of the car, unlocking the doors and opened Penny's door. Cage began to drag her towards the wooden doors to the cellar, "Well I can assure you it's much more enjoyable then that lonely boardwalk," He smirked, opening the old wooden doors that revealed descending stairs.

"Home sweet home, that's what." Cage gave a dark grin and prodded her on down the wooden stairs. Temperatures reaching around the 40's, dark halls, dry leaf-covered stone floors, the cellar was like an old prison or the basement of a horror movie. He led her passed this wide, door-less entrance where she could see there were bars for a large cell that was in the room with a woman lying dead on the floor: the last surviving girl of the 4 missing people. Cage stopped here and looked at her, shaking his head, "Shame... She was the most fun. You know, dehydration can make even the most sensible people insane... Well, so does being locked up with a psycho killer as your only company." Cage laughed and continued to take her to this one room where a clean bed was in the far right corner of the room and a lamp on a simple dresser by the bed, of course there was no bulb. The only light source was the over hanging light in the center of the ceiling. The room was empty and small with only a few other contents in it like a small carpet in the center of the stone floor, a lonely sink and a mirror over it across the room from the bed. The room had an extra door for restroom needs with only a bath tub and toilet with the simple necessities that came with them. It was obvious everything was set up for her to last longer than a few days.

"Make yourself at home," Cage shoved her to walk in. "Since you'll be here for a while it only makes sense I know your name." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, his face shown dark amusement.

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(Coma?)

The little mumblings of 'Window seat Pen, Pen' made sense now. A smile broke on his face, "Ah, well that explains a lot. I'll see you at dinner time. I guess it's a date." He laughed as he left, closing the door behind him with the sound of a lock ringing in the basement.