-My head was pounding when I woke back up, shaking my head slow and opening my eyes. I was in a chair, my hands tied to my ankles and my ankles tied to the legs of the chair. It was odd, but I certainly couldn't move them. I lift my head as he turned around to look at me. Then I blink and catch on..

-"Allen?"

-"Hey!" Allen opens his arms and smiles down at me. "Good morning (Y/N)! You've slept a good six or so hours, means you got close enough to the right amount of sleep. I was planning on letting you wake for another couple of hours. But, I don't mind early. I was getting a little bored anyways."

-Allen reaches for a chair behind him and drags it forward to sit in front of me. I furrow my brows and I grimace just slightly. "What do you want?"

-"Straight to the point, I like it.. Lilly didn't have near enough cash for my hospital bills and I want revenge. I however, like you. Lilly talked a lot about your exciting life, not every detail of course but most."

-"Who's Lilly?"

-"Oh, right.. Loki. Y'know, the lesbian with the butch hair that saved your ass."

-I pause for a moment before I realize what Allen said about them. "What did you do to them?"

-"Well Lilly couldn't give me what I wanted so I knocked her out and buried her somewhere fun. I'm hoping that she's still alive in there, be funny. You know my ex-girlfriend Lucy was very scared of being buried alive, then I buried her alive and when I pulled her back out she looked so scared.. Also dead, very dead. Apparently there's only so much air in a box. Shame. But it was funny."

-"You think a lot of things are funny, huh?"

-"Oh yeah! I'm a comedy guy, my favorite movie is human centipede!" Allen smiles wide as he crosses his legs comfortably. "You know, I also think your dog kicking my ass was funny.. Then me going to the hospital for three days to recover from Lilly, you know how embarrassing it is to get your ass kicked by a girl?"

-"I don't think Loki's a girl."

-Allen rolls his eyes with a groan. "Whatever.. To the point. Let's get to the point. I want, to kill your dog, and maybe you if I'm bored. But if I do all that, then I'll have to get rid of your bodies. That's annoying!" Thankfully he doesn't know about the incinerator. "So, instead I wanna just kill him. But that's also annoying, so, I've got you to strike a deal with.. Ready to hear it?"

-"..Go for it."

-"Give me enough money for my hospital bills, plus that because I like money, and then I can let you both go without any repercussions! Only thing you lose is your money and your best friend Lilly, and I don't think you care too much about losing your best friends knowing your history."

-I feel an anger boil up, and I can't find words to say that wouldn't get me beaten at least. I clench my jaw, looking away from Allen for only a second before glaring at him. My eye contact is heavy, and Allen can't help but laugh.

-"Wow! You are angry huh? You look mad, are you mad? You wanna talk about it? Come on, say something. Make it mean, I wanna hear you mad!"

-"...I can do your offer." Allen's excited expression drops into boredom. "Let me get up, you can hold me captive all you want, and I can get the cash you need. How much?"

-"Ten Thousand dollars.. But if you can rake it up to 15k, your dog gets to live too."

-"Deal--"

-"Wait, wait! No, no.. I think I actually want 25k. I mean, it's not like you don't have enough right? You live in a manor like this. You should have enough I bet."

-"...Deal."

-Allen smiles, and then reaches behind himself with both hands. His right hand holds a gun, a revolver og some kind with a chamber that swivels, and a large hunting knife. My heart nearly jumped into my throat as he pressed the gun against my forehead, and I bite my cheek from the inside to keep anything back. Then the knife cuts through the binds around my hands and feet, and I am slow about standing up.

-Allen stands with me, and as I start walking, he follows me close. He's making sure I can feel the gun against me as we walk out of the room and further down the hall. I try to recall where Brahms keeps cash, and I imagine it's in his parents room--

-I choke when Allen grabs the diamond necklace around my neck and pulls me back, holding me in place. "Well, I bet this thing is a good 4k, huh? Cover up a good spot of your pay! Hows'about you take it off."

-".. I'm sure we have enough in cash-"

-"I wasn't asking was I?"

-I stand still for a moment before I reach around and I unhook the necklace around my neck. Then, he takes it out of my hand eagerly, and stuffs it in his pocket recklessly. "Since you wanted to be so touchy about it, you still owe me a whole 25k. Keep on moving."

-I clench my fists at my sides as I walk forward, and soon enough the door opens for me. I walk in and surf through a drawer, finding Brahms' safe, and then I put in his birthday(it's somewhere in November and the newspaper article says November 15th, so:), . When it opens, I am surfing through hundreds, Allen watching me count them as I count them out loud. I make sure to be slow, too...

-"Fourteen-hundred," I continue on, reaching up to 14,700 dollars when I ran out of dollars to count. I swallow the lump in my throat as I open the next drawers and find nothing else.

-"...Run out of cash, huh?" Allen asked as I turned around and looked at him with a glare. If I could punch that ugly smug smile off of his face, I would. "Well, then I figure I should kill him first, and then you, huh?"

-"Let-Let me look around the room Allen, alright? Just, give me some time."

-"Alright, I feel nice today.. Lucky you."

-Ten minutes. Ten minutes of searching around the room for more cash and all I can claim up is 16k. I feel a sense of dread overcome me as I'm opening my own wallet. The perspiration is killing me, and I can't help the fear growing in my being.

-"This is just sad isn't it?"

-"J-Just give me a second--"

-"Nope." His free hand smacks the wallet out of my hand and the barrel is pressed against my forehead. My hands are shaking, and I can barely keep my composure. "I've got one last idea for you."

-I would go for tackling him if it wasn't for the fact his knife was back in his other hand again. There wasn't any winning to this. "Wh-What is it?"

-"I spotted that cute little schedule you got with your dog. I didn't see a kid anywhere, except for the creepy doll under your guys' bed.. But I know it's for him, right?"

-"What are you getting at?"

-"Well, I wanna be pampered! So, how about, one-hundred bucks per every hour hm? Give me the best treatment in the world. Give me breakfast, lunch.. You owe me 14,300 more, and if I do the math right.. 143 hours, and that makes.. Uh.."

-"Six days."

-"Yup! Smart, aren't you?.. Well, wanna take good care of your dear ol' Allen or do you wanna die?"

-I look up at him, my eyes focusing so hard my brain hurts. Then I nod, knowing that this next week is going to be hellish, but there isn't anything that I can do other than comply. He smiles, and he looks at the watch strapped around his wrist.

-"Well! It's time for Lunch."

-I glanced behind myself as I looked at Allen sitting in Brahms' chair behind me, gun pointed straight at my body as his feet rest on top of the table. He smiles at me as I look back, and I look away, my stomach turning even as I finish making his meal. I wanna stuff it full of poison, but anything lethal had been removed a long time ago since Brahms used to be paranoid of me, and lately we never needed it.

-"Boy, I am sure excited to see what I'm gonna be getting for lunch." Allen commentates. "It would really suck if it took too long though, and then I'd have to shoot someone because I am sooo angry about having to wait for my food so long. Good thing I don't like restaurants, never have! Last time I went, they forgot to ring in my order, do you believe that?"

-God, I hope that while he's eating he'll be too busy chewing to even pay attention to talking. I can't stand the way he sounds, how condes he is towards me.

-"It'll be finished in a couple of minutes."

-"Make it half of that."

-"I'll see what I can do." I hear him chuckle in response and then it went silent.

-I pick up my pace and by the time I finish up, I set it down in front of him. His legs hop off the table, and I slowly sit down in my own seat across from him. He pops a bite into his own mouth and then nods a small smile coming onto his face.

-"Well, you know how to cook." Allen compliments. "Never gonna be as good as my mother's cooking, though. She was always amazing at eggs and meatloaf.. Too bad she died when Lilly was born."

-"..Loki? You two are related??"

-"Lilly is my sister. She's always been.. The one that our dad liked more than me. Now that there is no Lilly though, I'm daddy's favorite!" Allen laughs at himself, his gun tilting to the side as he relaxes just a bit as he eats. Then his mouth is full, and the man just doesn't shut up. "Yeah, I never liked Lilly that much. She always did everything better than me. She took my toys and I got yelled at even. Dad did a lot of drinking too, y'know? It was all Lilly's fault, because she killed Mom. We were so perfect until she showed up."

-The more Allen talks about Loki the more I realize why they never liked people. Loki never spoke about their family at all, kept their mouth shut. Loki didn't like meeting new people, didn't like anything, and I have no idea how insecure they must be. To have to live with a sibling like this for the first portion of your life, I can imagine that you can't look at yourself in any other way other than a murderer.

-"You wanna know why she was still his favorite even after she killed mom?? She did nothing but everything he wanted! She took care of him when he was sick, learned to cook, got good grades in school, everything! When the man stopped drinking, he had all the money in the world and he bought her a car, paid for her debts when she got into them. He didn't do jack shit for me! You have any idea how hard it is to scrape coins out from under a vending machine because your dad locked you out of the damn house to go out to eat with your piece of shit murderer of a sister?!"

-I flinched as Allen slammed his hands I into the table, and he was radiating literal steam. I watch him slowly relax, and then let out a soft, deranged and irritated chuckle. Then he's cackling, like he just heard the best joke of his life. I hadn't felt this uncomfortable since.. God, there are so many moments I could think back to.

-"Good thing I don't have to worry about Lilly anymore, right? Bitch is dead, and when dad finds out, he'll come crawling back to me, on his knees, begging me to be his son again.." Allen scoops stuff off his place and fills his mouth, filth drenching his yellow unkept teeth and his chin as he cares not for his cleanliness.

-I grimace, my hands lacing together at the fingers even as I look away from him. I stare out the window, light seeping in, and everything looked so dead. Sticks waving about in the wind as it blew, tiny green buds slowly coming to life, yet it still all looked so sad. I'd have sat there for three minutes, staring and thinking before I turn to Allen.

-"I wanna see Brahms."

-Allen raises his brows at me, tilting his head as he swallows the bite he had. He was almost done already. "Excuse me? I didn't hear you."

-"I wanna see Brahms."

-"..Alright. Get up." He says, and I do my best to ignore that smile.

-I stepped into the room and a grimace fell upon my face, looking down at Brahms who was tied up tight into a chair that was laying on its side. He looks up at me, eyes peering through the mask as blood had hardened on the top part, covering the forehead of porcelain. I reach for him, and abruptly the gun goes to my head.

-"I didn't hear anything about you wanting to touch him." Allen says, and I turn to the man.

-"You gotta let me help him. He's bled out, he looks like he's in pain. Just let me clean him up--"

-"Do you think I'm stupid? You have any idea how easy it'd be to pop your moronic head right the fuck now?" I glanced at Brahms as he wriggled on the ground, trying hard to get out of his binds but it appears that his wrists were red already.

-"Okay, okay." I put my hands up. "No touching him then, you're not stupid. I got it." I nod. "Just.. Maybe, maybe you can.. Get some antiseptic, and you can keep a good eye on me, and we can clean him up? I'm not going to do anything, I swear."

-"No."

-"If he dies, you're not going to get anything but the cash you've got. Would you really drop fourteen-thousand dollars like that?"

-"Fourteen-thousand and one-hundred."

-"Right, yes! Regardless, if he's dead, I'm not going to do what you want me to."

-"You have got a fair point.. Fine. Let's get your dog patched up."

-With that, we're going around the house to the bathroom to get a hold of medical supplies. I've got a hold of everything, and Allen hassled me back to the room, claiming that this hour wasn't going to count because it was boring. When he got Brahms propped back upright, I got to cleaning, my free hand cupping his face.

-"Brahms, hey.. It's gonna be alright. Can you hear me?" He nods shortly. "Okay.. I need you to hold still for me alright? Hold still. I'm going to take care of you-"

-"." Brahms lifted his head up just enough to look at me, the look in his eyes reminding me of the day he killed Edgar and Billy; but it wasn't directed at me. His voice was just menacing. ""

-"He better shut up." Allen speaks up, and I gave him a short glance before looking at Brahms.

-"I'm gonna need you to quiet down love.. I've got this, okay? I'm taking care of it.. But first, let me take care of you, okay? This might sting a little."

-He sighs, closing his eyes as the weight of his head grew against my hand. It became weightless when he got back upright as I applied the cleaning to his scalp. He remained completely silent though, doing nothing but stare at me all the way through despite the pain, and he threw a violent fit when Allen pulled me out of the room afterwards.

-"Dinner is ready." I said, my voice deadpan as I set the plate down in front of him.

-"What? Are you not going to eat??"

-"I'm not hungry."

-"You haven't eaten all day. Don't tell me you're starving yourself? I had a girlfriend who was anorexic and she was just so ugly being skin and bones. So I broke them."

-I grimace as I sat down, and I look down at my hands. "It's kinda hard to eat when someone's pointing a gun at your head all day.. Lost my appetite."

-"Hm.." Abruptly Allen set it down, and took out his knife.

-I watch as he sliced his dinner, leaving a good portion on top of the blade before he reaches over and grabs me by my shirt, and I try to resist as he pulls my face towards the blade. He tilts his eyes to get a good look at my defiant eyes.

-"Come on, just this one bite, and then we'll be peachy!" Silence. "Fucking eat it."

-I frown a little before I hesitantly open my mouth. I try not to let him get the chance to put the blade in my mouth as I bite the food off and pull back as he finally lets me go. It's sitting on my tongue as I look at him, and all he does is smile.

-"Look? Was that hard?? No, not at all.. Grab a glass of water would ya?"

-I stand up slow, and I turn my back to grab a cup. I can't help the overwhelming sense of dread as I hear his seat shift across the ground and he stands up to approach me. When the water filled the cup and I turned off the faucet, I held back a gasp as a blade gently pressed against the front of my neck and Allen came up behind me. His body pressed against my back, and I pressed my lips together hard as I watch him drop a pill into the water and it fizzles up into nothing.

-"Date rape drug." Allen explains. "Don't worry, you're a bit ugly.. I want you to drink it."

-"I-I can't."

-It's quiet, until the blade presses into my throat hard and he's crushing me into the counter. "Did I give you an option? Did I really? I'd love to cut your throat right now, make you look pretty, but I want my money's worth.. Drink it."

-I feel my mind race with thoughts, but my urge to keep Brahms safe and alive overdrives my will to stop myself. I take a sip of the water, and drink more when I'm instructed to. He let me go, and when I sat down to watch him eat dinner, I didn't remember anything else.