“She can’t hear you love.”
“Stop this! Make her turn around, make her go home!”
“First of all Kimmy dear, you are in no position to be making demands of me. Don’t you know who I am?”
Kim didn’t answer. All she knew was that she went to a Halloween party and he was there. He probably lived in the house.
“And Second,” He continued when she said nothing. “I can’t make anyone do anything!”
She didn’t believe him. She saw what he did at the party. How he’d turned a room full of people into puppets. Everyone, except her. When he realized she wasn’t affected, the smile on his face twisted her stomach into a knot.
She wanted to ask a million questions. What exactly he did, who he was, why she wasn’t affected. She wanted to tell him he was a liar for telling her he couldn’t make Sara go home. She wanted to be able to move her arms enough so she could slap the smirk off his face.
But when it came down to it, “W-Why…?” Was all she had the mind to say.
“Because I need you, duh! Well not necessarily you.” He walked closer to her tracing his finger along her jawline. “But, one of you.” His head whipped around and he skipped back to the screen that showed a large video of Sara that Kim could only assume was a live stream.
“What?” Kim’s gaze locked onto the glowing screen. “What do you want with Sara!” Her growl mimicked a strength she could not summon.
“Nothing! That is if you comply… I mean I could use her… but the final decision is yours, seeing as you’re the eldest. Do you want to cooperate… or should I fetch your little fairy princess half-sister?” He was now inches away from Kimmy wide-eyed and grinning.
Kim had never thought of Sara as her half-sister, even though they had different fathers. She’d always wanted a sister and finally had one, even if she came with Phil.
Sara was three houses away face pressed against the screen of a neighbor’s house waiting for the door to open.
“Stay away from my sister.”
“Aww, I wouldn’t hurt her, swear!” He drew an X over his heart with his index finger and turned his back toward Kim. “She’d be dead before she felt a thing!” His laughter echoed against the stone walls.
“You’d be dead if you tried,” Kim growled. She clenched her fists and tugged on the invisible bindings that tightened until she lost circulation in her hands.
“Oh Kimmy, so quick to get fired up!” His laugh was too high pitched for his frame. “So, I guess that means you stay with me, and little Sara goes home.”
Kim was suddenly pulled to the floor, forced into a sitting position. When she looked back up the man had gone and all she was left with was a screen that showed Sara and Phil, unknowingly walking toward her, toward the house she was trapped in.
“Be careful sis.” Kim whispered.
She saw Sara turn, startled, as if she’d heard something. She clung to her dad’s leg and tried to keep pace with him. They hadn’t taken three steps when a young man Kim didn’t recognize ran up to the two of them. He was dressed as a zombie and when Sara saw him, she screamed and fell backwards. She scrambled to her feet and began tugging on her dad’s pant leg trying to drag him away from the young man whose face was covered with far too real looking fake blood. The young man made frantic gestures but the screen Kim was staring at had no sound. Whatever he said convinced Phil that he was done taking Sara trick-or-treating on that street. The three of them receded into the darkened street. All Kim knew was that her sister was safe from this house and the crazy man who lived here.
The screen went black and Kim sat in darkness.
“What do you want from me!?” she screamed, voice hoarse.
There was no answer.
Helpless, Kim struggled against her invisible bindings. The more she moved the tighter they became. Relaxing would loosen them, but never enough. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape. She sat alone and thought about her sister, about her mother and Chris.