When will it end part 5

I spoke low and firm to the little girl who pleaded with me now to take her to him. I told her the plan of how we were going to escape and how vital it is for her to follow it. She looked so small in that cage but I dared not let her out until she could assure me she knew what to do. With a silent prayer I unlocked the door and fitted her with handcuffs. She cried continuously while we did our slow walk to the room that was meant to be her death. I tried to provide reassurance as non verbally as I could. Before entering the room I gave her hands a quick squeeze and a confident nod of my head. All I got back was dark holes of fear which was not at all confident. The hunts man was dressed in a formal suit as if this was a black tie event. He offered me a flute of champagne and knelt down to charlottes level. With a Hollywood grin he announced himself "Today is your lucky day as your about to become a star and I will be the director". Charlotte tried to bolt but to keep up appearances I cut her off and carried her to the chair.

She kicked and flung herself like a fish trying to get back to water, I fully secured the straps like he asked. Only with one added adjustment, that I made Charlotte aware of before. I looked deep into her watery eyes to encourage her she could do this. The hunts man sat in the corner and tinkering with a camera, I guess I was not the only one dropping surprises in the works. I wondered over and asked him casually "what is the camera for?", he replied mirroring my tone "to film of course, movies do not get made without a recording device". I swallowed trying to keep composed "why are we filming then?, a death is not a movie". He stopped tinkering and looked up at me taking my face into his hands, "what do you think paid for all this" he stated with a matter of fact tone. I scanned the room and thought about the whole structure, of course that's how he possessed all this, I doubt this was his savings or had a job. I took a stolen glace at Charlotte wondering how she fit into all this and why her. "So you film the deaths to make money?" I stammered, he did not speak he just flashed me with a smile to tell me I hit the nail on the head.

He directed his attention back to the camera and I looked upon Charlotte once more. She stared back as silent as if she were already dead, her face was pale all signs of life looked like it had vanished. I replayed the plan I had and wondered if there was another way round this, if there was a ring of people doing this killing him would not end it. I pushed my questioning further hoping to sound more curious than interrogating, "so who buys these .. er.. films?". "Just other producers who need a realistic death scene, always the ones who simply is only in the business of wanting awards for their films" he said. "so they pay for you to kill people so they can have an award" I exclaimed shocked to my core. There was no way I could hunt down every producer to see if they paid him. His next reply did not shock me so much "well no... they obviously do not know how they are so real" he snorted. Now that made sense of course no one in the right mind would pay for some secret bunker slash film studio to kill people. I could have thrown myself into a laughing fit there and there at how ludicrous it all sounds. I took an even further risk of asking him "why did you need me to help with all this?". I was afraid of what was coming next, he stood up dusting off his trousers and looked at me dead on "well like I said before you have the skills to help me and I believe me and you are alike". I felt my own face drop I do remember him mentioning my skills as he puts it but the we are alike part was a mystery.

"Now" he declared "its time for the final act and lights camera act..", I panicked and rushed forwards to push him out the way of the lever. He yelled, Charlotte screamed and I froze, he scrambled to his feet and struck me. My head cracked off the wall but the table stopped my body from hitting the floor, "please!" I yelled. "I .... I was trying to stop you from making a mistake" I cried and covered my face to protect it. "What mistake would that be?" he thundered while taking me by the neck. I shook and searched frantically for a answer, "Um.. she is not camera ready" I choked out. He released my neck and turned to study her, mine and Charlottes eyes connected sharing the worry. Finally he straightened and adjusted himself "your right she looks like death already, fetch me that make up kit over there" pointing to the shelf. Again I rushed myself into an excuse already way to deep in improvising. My croaky voice felt like my throat wad burned, "why don't you go and relax while I do her make up". His evil eyes slowly descended upon me "You do not give me orders" he muttered to me while using his foot to pin me to the ground. Once again I fought through my pain to explain "I did not, I figured I could do with the practise to learn to become a better assistant to you". He cocked his head and thought about it and finally relented his weight "fine hurry up I will be back in 5 mins".

It was a very small window but I was determined to make all I could of it. As soon as the door closed I hopped to my feet flowing with the adrenaline. I quickly unstrapped Charlotte and pulled her to her feet, "change of plan, we are now just going to have to run and hide until I can get to him". Charlotte as silent as ever griped my hand as I took off the cuffs, and pulled her along with me. She held on tight as we lightly made our way down serval corridors that I hoped led to the very bottom level. I was hypervigilant as we scurried across the walls and tip toed down stairs, always checking in front and behind while on the look out for sound. Charlotte shivered beside me every time we had to pause to check a corner, I offered the occasional phrase of comfort. We made it to the bottom level where I was first held and I scanned each room as we passed trying to decide which was best to hide in and trap him. I froze in mid step once I saw my old cell again, my brothers body or what was left now still there. Charlotte tugged at me to bring me back from the dark place in my mind, and we hurried along and finally reached the last room.

I shoved her in and hoped for the best, quickly securing the door behind us. I spun to find a hiding place noticing charlotte was not the one stuck in freeze mode. I caught her and followed her gaze, to a grate on the floor with old blood surrounding in scattered patterns. I gestured her to stay put while I moved closer to investigate, I unclasped the fastening and lifted the grate. With a squeak it moved so easily revealing the terror beneath us, "what is it?" Charlotte whispered. There was no way I could sugar coat it for her "its a grinder, a machine that grinds things down to pretty much dust". Judging by the blades filth and the smell that clung to them I figured this is where he disposes of the bodies. A tear fell between them as I spared a thought to how many victims fell to his sick mind and ended up being totally erased. But why leave my families bodies?, was he keeping them to just keep me trapped or to torture me?. My thoughts broke when I felt Charlottes cold hand on my shoulder, my anger vanished and was replaced with great sorrow. I could not save them but I can save Charlotte and future victims. I sniffed my tears back and rubbed my eyes dry and I took hold of Charlottes hand and promised her we are leaving together". She whimpered and hugged me tight, I wished I never brought her here just to get my revenge.

I hugged her back taking comfort in the fact I was not alone, but our comfort disappeared as quickly as it came when power surged in the room. We broke apart and gasped in unison, I scanned the room and dragged Charlotte over to a trunk. I lifted her in and secured the lid, vowing again I will save her. I stood and looked for a weapon, I ran to the other side to grab a chain left on the floor. I studied it wondered how to make it a weapon, I soon clocked the hook on the end and tried to pry it off. I heard foot steps from the hallway thudding along like a count down. I gave up on the hook and rushed to hide behind the door when it opens, wrapped the chain around my hand I braced myself to swing. I checked the trunk in the far end of the room, the door soon covered my view and I lost my breath. It broke open with such ease I wondered if I actually even locked it. Every thing fell silent, I dared not breath fearing to give the assault away. The seconds seemed like minuets but he did slowly come into the room. His back came into view first, I misjudged the distance so a swing would be useless. Instead I waited until I saw a gap to his neck and with every once of force I could summon, I drove the hook into it. He squealing and pushed me back, I did not stay down. I reached for the end of the chain and used it as a leash to make the connection tight.

He turned slightly as and growled but also defeated, knowing that with one tug I could rip his neck open. I stood firm gripping the chain until my hands hurt just staring at him a little unsure what to do now. Like a predator he went for the kill first and lunged at me. I pulled at the chain with haste but not before he ploughed me down. I felt down letting go of the chain and watched at the blood rushed out of him. On his knees he was still smiling clutching the gash in his neck, his laugh faulted and become a cough. I got to my feet and walked backwards keeping my eyes on him as I retreated to Charlotte. He laid there watching me still smiling. Still with my back to the trunk and lowered myself to open it and beckoned Charlotte to come out. She gripped my hand and climbed out, gluing herself to me as soon as she spotted his body. I pulled her face into my chest trying to save any more pain from seeing his life fade. He was still trying to laugh but it became quieter and more horsed by the second.

I rose keeping Charlotte in mind arms and slowly stepped towards him. Vengeance was feeling pleased now watching him suffer slowly. I got within touching distance and he groped for my feet with what little movement he has left. The blood coated my feet cushioning and heating them like a carpet from the stone floor. I kept my eyes on him refusing to look away till I knew he was gone from this world. I suddenly became startled when the grinder kicked in, I turned confused about how it came to life. I quickly looked back at him and he was finally dead but he died wearing a very satisfied smile on his face. Awash in confusion I held Charlotte tighter, and at that second she went to speak. But she did not even have the chance before as quick as lightening another figure charged us and pushed us to our granulated death.