If Hell were any Closer

Nikki's POV:

I woke up to banging and swears echoing through the seemingly empty house.

My heart began to pound wildly in my chest as I slowly remove the covers from my body, and I hesitantly sneak towards my door, pressing my ear against the crack to try and listen for more sounds.

A particularly loud bang sent a swarm of shocks through my nervous system and I backed away from the door, stuffing my phone into the pocket of one of Andy's hoodies as I looked around for a weapon. Nothing especially sharp but perhaps a blunt object could do some damage, which, let's face it, is better than nothing.

I hastily rummaged through my bathroom, every so often pausing to listen for more sounds but there were none. Shoving a nail filer and a tube of mascara with my phone, I armed myself with a can of hairspray and a spare lighter that Andy left when he was last here.

Whoever is down there, and whatever they want, I hope that they know that I will not go down without putting up a decent fight at least.

I creep towards the staircase, peering down into the main floor for any sign of intrusion, and unlike last time Andy was here, there is broken glass decorating the hardwood floors of the living room. This was serious, someone was in my house and they could potentially be armed with more than a nail filer and hairspray. But that's all I have, and this my house, so whatever it is that they need, they'll have to go through me to get it.

I scamper back up the stairs as my breathing hitches when one of the intruder's shadows flickers across my vision. Shouldn't I be calling 9-1-1 or something? You know, escaping instead of fighting these bastards. Oh well, my life is pretty uninteresting so might as well spice things up. I take one final calming breath before I fling myself into action, precariously holding the uncapped bottle of hairspray before me, the lighter held in my other shaky hand.

The group of men standing in my kitchen are masked and do not appear to be your typical burglars. Instead of ransacking the place like I expected, they appear to be at ease, almost waiting for something, someone even.

Me. They were waiting for me.

I glower at them and aim my homemade weapon at the ready, going back and forth between the four guys threateningly. "Alright, whatever it is you want, you cannot have so get the hell out of my house before I burn those pretty masks of yours to a crisp."

They look at one another in unions and burst out laughing, fuelling my anger. To show my point, I hold down the hairspray and flick the wheel to activate the flame and a stream of fire erupts from the lighter, nearly singeing the robbers.

They growl in annoyance and begin to advance on me, but I don't even let them get that far before I am practically hurling fire at them once again, satisfied when they back away. I take a step towards them, my eyes finding the knives near the sink. If only I can reach them, maybe I can get these assholes out of my house and finally call the fucking police!

I instantly regret having looked away as my makeshift flamethrower is ripped from my hand and sent skittering across the expensive flooring. Shit.

I lunge of one of the knives, when a pair of strong arms lock around my waist and lug me towards the living room, shoving me face-first into the plush cushions of the couch. He looks away and I take the chance to grab my nail filer but before I can impale one of them, my hands are stiffly tied in spare yarn, preventing me from moving.

Panic begins to finally set i at the distinct sound of a zipper, actually multiple zippers and I close my eyes tightly, wanting to fade into the couch. Nothing comes though, and when I glance over my shoulder and see that my captors are nowhere to be found.

I quickly set to work on fumbling for the nail filer, before I begin sawing away at the frail pieces of string. Obviously these guys aren't serial killers due to how easily I was able to over-power them, and that they can't afford real rope. When my wrists are unbound, I set to work on my tied ankles and once freed, I make a mad dash to the stairs.

I am blocked almost instantly by the tallest of the men, and he crosses his arms over his chest mockingly, sizing me up.

In a fresh wave of anger and adrenaline, I whip out my mascara and use it gouge his eye-socket, satisfied when he lets out a yelp and collapses to the floor. Looks like I'll have to buy a new one, *sigh* and that was my favourite.

Hands harshly grab at my waist and legs but I am already whipping out the nail filer, using it to slice against their exposed flesh. They each let out a shriek of pain and I scramble up the stairs, panting wildly as I lock myself in my bedroom, shoving my bed and dresser in front of the door and rushing to the attached bathroom. I lock the door and rush around to grab more make-shift weapons: nail polish bottle, tweezers, a sharp-ended comb, and a pair of cosmetic scissors. I stuff them into the hoodie pocket as I squeeze myself between the toilet and wall, making myself as small as possible.

Then I do call 9-1-1.

And then I wait to be rescued.



Andy's POV:

I haven't seen Danny in days, which relieves me more than ever. I don't want to deal with his sorry ass everyday, especially when I'm trying to Skype my baby.

Just as I'm about to call her for her wakeup call, my phone buzzes and rings obnoxiously, from an unknown number.

"Hello?" I ask warily, wanting to end this as quickly as possible.

A deep chuckle rumbles through the phone, "told you I'd get her."

Then the line goes dead.

Notes

Firstly, i would like to say that tghis will not be like Faint whatsoever! After all Nikki did a pretty good job at defending herself against four guys! You go girl!!