Auroraphobia’s Senseless Ranting

I don’t like this one as much as I like Malky, because it was slightly more original the first time I used it.

Richie stared across the room at the girl, who was struggling to free herself from the ropes tying her tightly to the chair. He had had to tie the chair, in turn, to a post in the warehouse, because she struggled so much. She already had several bruises on the sides of her face from falling sideways in the chair.

“You’re my second friend you know, Malky was my first. Did you know him? I think his name was Malcolm Hill.” He said.

“Friend? You’ve kidnapped me and tied me to a chair and you’re calling me your friend?” She paused a second, fuming. “Yes, I knew him. He was the mayor, of course I knew him.”

“Malky… My lovely Malky, he was the mayor, wasn’t he? I forgot about that.” Richie seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. “Oh, my lovely girl, I’m deeply sorry, but I’ve forgotten your name.”

Glaring, she managed to slip one of her hands out of the ropes that were holding her in place. “Why should I tell you? You’re probably going to kill me, why would you care?”

“Well, my dear girl, my lovely sweetheart, I’ve grown quite attached to you.”

She sighed, “My name is Ellen Wayne. Since you’re so attached to me, why don’t you let me go without hurting me?”

“Hmm… Ellen Wayne… I’ll call you Elly. Elly and Richie, we sound like comic book partners in crime.” He walked over to her seat and tied her hand back into the knot of rope at the back of the chair. Richie leaned down and kissed his lovely Elly on the cheek. “My dear, you’re very beautiful when you’re afraid.”

When she didn’t say anything, he walked to the middle of the room, turning around and around as if looking for something. He started going from door to door, locking each, as he said, “My sweet little Elly, you’ve been sitting there so long, would you like to get up and stretch your legs? We could make a game out of it. We could play tag. Doesn’t that sound fun, my lovely little sweetheart, my dear little Elly?”

She glared, still not talking. He finished locking the doors, and untied Elly, “I’ll be it first, you can have a few seconds head start.”

She ran, checking all the doors as she went by them. They were all locked. He didn’t bother chasing her. When she got to the other side of the room, he let out a piercing whistle. Two burly men appeared out of seemingly nowhere, grabbing Elly and carrying her struggling back. He tapped her on the forehead. “You’re it.”

He started running, and a second later the two men who had carried Elly across the room let her go and disappeared again. She just stood there. After a while Richie ran back to her “Why aren’t you chasing me, my dear?”

She glared again, and gingerly tagged him on the shoulder, then sprinted across the room and stopped at the other side. “Oh, you expect my men to come bring you back again, my darling girl, my wonderful Elly?” He walked over to her, and pulled out a gun.

“Tag.” Boom, “You’re it.” Thud.