"All But Sadness" (Ice Nine Kills fanfiction)

Spencer

I am in some type of room again. But I don't think this is a dream this time, as it wasn't before when I was with my band. I think.

Shevy's here, orange-dyed-blonde hair, coughing as we're in a cage. She just woke up.

It doesn't look like my friends are here either, but who knows.

I got snatched from my hospital bed, that I know. My leg is brutally swollen and hurting like hell right now. It's still in its cast.

I'd do anything to protect my friends right now. As always.

Shevy looks at me, shocked. "Spencer, where are we?"

I don't want to say this but I have to. "We're in a dream."

"Huh?"

My heart tightens. "I think we're—"

Screaming is heard, loud.

"Oh no..."

I swallow, the awful feeling of saliva going down my throat.

"Spencer, if we're gonna die, I—"

"We're not gonna die."

"Your leg is in a cast! How're you gonna survive!"

I don't say anything.

"I'm sorry."

I nod slowly. I know she didn't mean it, of course.

We hear a giggle then. A child laugh.

It comes closer, then at the cage. The girl is the same girl who I met outside the bus.

My heart bounces.

The girl smiles at us creepy.

Shevy's body is shaking.

The man that was with the girl comes up to her, opens the cage. He's wearing a Silence mask.

Damn bastard.

He grabs me by my arm, and pulls me, I screaming as my stabbed leg throbs and stings.

I'm thrown forward, into another room, onto red carpet. My body is unable to move; not that it's tied up or anything, but it's hurting so bad.

Before I know it I'm crying, tears down my cheeks. I don't think I've ever cried in a while before.

I just want this nightmare or whatever it is to be over.

My birthday is in two days, or it's passed, because I don't know what day it is. November fourteenth.

I hear Shevy screaming my name, but I unfortunately can't get to her, to help her.

I'm flipped over on my back, my green eyes looking up at a man's pale face, dead-looking. He took off the mask.

No one can save me.

I'm too weak to save myself.

The man laughs.

My body aches.

I can't tell if my band is here or not, but if they are, I'm sorry.

The man lifts up a knife. The same man that carved an IX into my stomach so hard that it's now starting to heal a little; not much though.

I thought I could be strong, as I am the only soul survivor in the band, but I think I'm giving up. There's no point now...

Just let me die, please. I can't take the pain.

How do they do it in horror movies?

I'm just nothing now; I'm going to be dead with a knife stabbed in me, leaving my band and the pure Psychos at my grave. I'm sorry I failed.

I close my eyes to the knife coming down, but I don't feel anything. And I hear yelling.

"Get the fuck away from him!" I hear a clang and then a drop.

"Everyone back off, now!"

I open my eyes, them tearful. Banging and grunting and clanging and popping and kicking is all my ears can hear.

"Don't hurt my friends!" I hear a voice say, but I can't recognize it.

I hear murmurs now.

My mind shows a picture of Nadia, my girlfriend.

And then, I black out.