I glance around my bedroom, lotus gone from sight. "Where the fu*k is lotus?!" I shouted. Geno seemed to chuckle as he gently played with the chain connected to his collar.
"Oh, i'm sorry, I don't know this, lotus, you speak of. The last time I remembered, my son's name was FELL!GOTH" I growl at him only to see him frown. "Listen 'pretty boy', keep your hands off what isn't yours. Got. It." I didn't answer, I only glared daggers at him. "Fine. If your not gonna cooperate than i'll just leave you here" geno began to escort himself out the bedroom door into the living room.
I start struggling in my binds, bringing my wrists to my mouth and bitting at the rope. Though the attempt had no effect on it. I growl, thinking of someway to get this off. I glance over at my nightstand drawer, a glistening piece of metal shinning from inside. I smirk, realizing its one of my switches.
I crawl slowly to the nightstand, sticking the both of my hands into the drawer where I grabbed the blade. I hiss out of pain, seeing the blood drip from my palm. I bring it down into my lap, starting to fumble with it until I caught the handle properly. I flip the whole knife upside down and slowly but surely cut the rope around my wrists.
I could hear no sound in the house, not the smallest rat, nor the loudest footstep. Quiet. For once it made me uncomfortable. I continue to cut the rope around my ankles now. I drop the knife onto the nightstand as I stand from the old carpet. I rush out of the room and into the living room. The whole house was a complete mess. The coffee table, the couch, and even the tv were knocked over or smashed into the ground. I heard quiet whimpering from jack's room. I rush inside, looking but getting no sight of jack. I stepped towards the bed, the whimpering suddenly stopping.
"Jack?, is that you?" a small gasp came from beneath the bed. Jack began crawling his way out from under and meeting his eyes with my feet. "Jack!" I wrap my hands around his wrists and pull him out. He stands up properly, coughing as he dusts off dust bunnies from his shoulders. (Dust: is that an insult? Or are you comparing me to killer?) His eyes open and widen.
"Holy sh*t man! What happened to your hands!" I cock an eyebrow and bring up my wrists. Deep rope burns were carved into my bones and the cut from my knife was deeper than I thought. "Dude! You need to treat that!"
"Not now! Lotus disappeared and I have an awful feeling that he's in deep sh*t!"
"Well! What the hell are we waiting for!?!"...