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You packed your things in your bag with too much glee, contrary to the male sitting besides you. His eyes strained on your form and his fingers tapping nervously the bed which upon he sat at, you paid no attention to him. Otherwise it would end up with you staying another day in your apartment, Harry on the other side, was more than aboard on the idea of you staying in your apartment and not going with him to spend the night at his house.

The sound of your boyfriend standing up alerted you, quickly closing your bag you slumped it over your shoulder and sneaked a glance his way.

He was pacing

  "I seriously do not think this is a great idea," Harry began and you couldn't help but roll your eyes, his hands found themselves tangled in his long carmine hair and began to tug at the end, "No, scratch that. It is a bad idea."

All it took were strides towards the male, gently grabbing his wrists and lowering them, you could feel that he was trembling slightly, however he calmed down a bit upon noticing your concerned look, he wasn't foolish either.

Just because you had resorted to your kind ways did not mean that you would heed his words and remain far away from the house he could no longer calm home. It didn't matter where he, Manny and Robin moved.

Those monsters always found them, sooner or later. The simple thought of Paige and Tony even laying a single finger on your form was enough to have him paranoid.

Once his hands had been lowered, you leaned forward, tiptoeing until you couldn't (and dammit, how was he so tall?) and gave the male a light kiss on the lip, your hand making its way towards his and entwining with your fingers. You gave him a light, reassuring squeeze and smiled.

  "Relax, it's not like you're living with some psychopaths. I've seen Paige before, she often goes to my aunt's art store to get supplies, she's a real nice woman, you know?" The smile on your face widened slightly before you took a step back an began heading out of your bedroom, Harry following closely behind, "besides, I've been meaning to spend some time with Manny. Poor kid, my sister tells me he hasn't been doing well lately in school. Not to mention that apparently he had a huge scar going down his leg, I'm worried he's getting bullied."

Harry gulped, it was worse than he'd expect it. It was okay knowing that Tony nor Paige knew about your existence, but right now it prove to be that Paige had seen you many times, you worked in that art store. It was a different matter, Paige wouldn't hurt anyone that wasn't involved with them, neither would Tony.

But you were his girlfriend, there was no doubt that you would go unharmed to the house and maybe, just maybe, would come out intact.

  "A-ah? Most likely, but it's not like he can do anything about it." Just the mention of it made his heart drop a bit, he knew exactly from where that cut originated from and he couldn't help but blame himself for it.

Manny had accidentally ripped one of Paige's canvases, she had been working on it for a couple of days and had been pretty docile upon working on the canvas, it was weird seeing her be so sweet that it actually scared the three of them more than usual. Upon seeing what he had done, she immediately broke the frame and dug it into Manny's leg, the screams still rung on his ears to this day.

She later used his blood as paint.

You took a glance behind your shoulder at Harry, his eyes had a distant look towards them and you jiggled the apartment's key to snap him out of his trance, immediately he jumped a bit and blinked, eyes wide until he settle on your form. You furrowed your eyebrows, "How so?"

  "I'll tell you on the way to my house."

  "Alright."

He watched as you made your way towards the car and opened it, sitting in the drivers seat and motioned for him to come. Harry took a deep sigh, he could already tell this would end up horribly and he'd have to take care of yet another person.

  "Please let one of them be dead when we get there."

* * *

Just like he had hoped, Harry found that the fact that Manny and Robin were sitting down in the couch watching tv, proved that both the man and the woman probably died, the smell of blood lingering on the house was already something they all learned to ignore, no matter how strong it was. They both seemed relaxed, so that meant that the bodies were somewhere outside in the backyard, he'd have to check back later.

Give or take, it would take them at least four hours to wake up depending on how exactly they killed each other.

You were the first one to make a comment about the smell of blood.

  "Oh god, what died in here?" You blinked, taken back when you entered the living room, Manny and Robin seemed to stiffen upon hearing footsteps coming, fearing for the worst, and hoping that only one the two had woken up. They were docile upon achieving victory, so they have learned. However, upon spotting you near the entrance, the two of them relaxed a bit, still not completely giving in to relaxation. Any minute know, they expected Tony or Paige to wake up and walk in.

You sat your bag down near the wall, where three bags filled with contents sat at, you raised an eyebrow at it but said nothing about it. You gave Manny and Robin a small wave which they returned, slowly though, clearly surprised to find you in their house. Not a minute later, Harry walked in and sat one hand on your shoulder, you turned to look at him.

  "I didn't hear you closing the door, you didn't even lock it." You frowned and Harry shrugged.

  "It's best if we leave it open." He replied and walked towards the couch, you were too concentrated on examining the house while the three of the guys talked about something that your ears didn't quite pick up. The house was huge, well... compared to your apartment it was.

The walls were lined up with dozens of clocks, different shapes and sizes, different kinds, all of them had a certain charm to it. You'd never expect any of the three guys to collect clocks, so it was probably Paige, or that other guy that Harry mentioned before... what was his name? You'd best not dwell on it too much. More examination and then you noticed that some of the walls had what looked like red paint splattered in them, along various other colors.

Your fingers went to touch one of the most dark colors, fingers touching the wall, you rubbed the substance between your fingers only to frown even more.

Ink

  "Hey [Name]." Harry called out to you, your head snapped towards his and you noticed that Manny was fidgeting, it didn't take you long to notice he seemed rather uncomfortable right now, however your eyes trailed off to the side and noticed that Robin was no longer in the room, his figure retreating into the kitchen.

  "Hmm?"

  "C'mon, lets go to my room." He began walking, motioning for you to follow after him. You took one last look at the walls before picking up your bag and walking after him, you immediately noticed Harry seemed to be walking dangerously slow, as if scared of going to the second floor. You sighed, even in his own house he didn't feel good. Your hand went up to reach his and when he took it, he gave you a light squeeze.

The second floor wasn't any worse on the whole smell situation that was the first floor of the house, in fact, it almost smelled like something had actually died. You would've made a comment about it but since Harry didn't seem fazed about it, you supposed it was probably just you.

Upon standing in front of the door to what you presumed was his door, his free hand reached into one of his pockets and you raised an eyebrow when he inserted a key he had taken out, inside the lock. That was really weird, why would he lock his door? Why would it need a key? In fact, now that you realized, most of the doors (or rather the trio's doors) had locks to them, worn out with various scratches.

Just what the hell is wrong with this place?

You weren't one to jump to conclusions right away, but right now you were remembering the huge amounts of time where Harry always denied you access to the house, it wasn't unusual for him and his friends to spend a couple of days in motels, he'd tell you that the house was being remodeled. It always smelled like bullshit, so it made you kinda upset knowing that he hadn't let you in in what was happening. If there was anything happening.

When the lock clicked and the door opened, you bit your lip and let go of Harry's hand. He turned around, however his gaze was located behind you and his eyes widened slightly, "Let's go." Almost in an urgent manner, he reached out to grab your wrist but you pulled away, footsteps behind you alerted you that there was a person coming your way. Probably Robin.

  "No," You shook your head, "You're acting really weird you know? and knowing you, you'll probably do anything to stop me from setting foot outside your room once I'm in."

  "Look, [Name] I'll answer whatever question you have, but can we please get inside."

  "No. I'm going to go look for Paige, she's the only other woman in this house and I don't feel like spending hours trapped with you in a room."

  "That my dear, would prove rather difficult. Paige is busy at the time being." You turned around quickly at the sound of another voice, Harry's breathing cut short and in a blink of an eye you found him standing besides you, one arm dropped around your shoulder in a protective manner. However, you weren't really focused on that. You were focused on the man that stood before the two of you.

His voice held a baritone to it, charming, however there was something about that set you off in the wrong way. You decided to ignore that feeling and keep on examining the man. He was clearly at least five years older than you and Harry, something about him just screamed that he was an old man, but not beyond his 27ths.

Navy blue skin with blonde hair that contrasted against his skin in a good way. He wore a coat with other designs in it and a red stripe across his cheek to the other, crossing the bridge of the nose before stopping gave you an illusion of a clock. Red eyes peered at your form, he too was observing you.

He was clearly not expecting you. You could easily tell. Another thought came to mind and you realized that maybe he was the owner of all the marvelous clocks.

Tony bowed down slightly, taking your free hand, you didn't object in the slightest, even as you felt Harry glaring at the man. He gave it a light kiss before you took your hand away, blushing slightly, no one had ever done that. The man had a certain air to him, but still, that same feeling from before came back again.

  "The name's Tony Clock, it is a pleasure to meet you Ms.[Last name]" Tony gave you a small smile, completely ignoring Harry.

You blinked taken back, "How do you know my last name?"

  "Manny confided that information to me not just long ago, I did just come back from a matter that I had to attend with Paige, I humbly apologize for the state of the house. There was no time to clean up," Tony's gaze shifted towards Harry, the red haired male stiffened under Tony's gaze. "and Harry hadn't told me he'd be bringing people over."

  "I-" Harry begun, but shut his mouth when Tony shook his head. Their gazes met for a brief second, and somehow as if speaking to each other, Tony continued.

  "No need to apologize. I just need to discuss something while Paige is gone." Tony turned to face you, "you wouldn't mind me stealing him for a couple of minutes would you?"

You shook your head, Tony seemed to be rather pleased with your answer.

  "Excellent, it won't take long. If you wish, there is coffee downstairs."

And with that you followed them downstairs, Tony had put a hand on Harry's shoulder and he had almost stopped walking for a second, however he kept on doing so. His behavior was somewhat different around this Tony guy, you'd have to ask him later.

Downstairs, Robin and Manny were nowhere to be seen, but voices from the backyard alerted you that they were there, not long after, Tony instructed you on the way to the kitchen and just like he said, there was coffee on the table.

You took four sugar cubes, a spoon and stirred it. The black coffee tasted somewhat weird, and before you knew it their voices became nothing more but a distant sound until black spots filled your vision.

* * *

When you woke up, the first thing that you noticed in your disoriented state was the sound of clocks ticking. Your head was spinning, pounding harshly, almost as if someone were hitting you with a hammer. Your neck felt stiff and your hands, you couldn't move your hands. Your breathing hitched.

  "Two hours and forty minutes, impressive, usually Harry wakes up in four hours."

Tick

The male voice you recognized, a part of you was truly scared. Your eyes had begun adjusting to the room you were most likely being held in (you had become conscious enough to realize that your hands were tied behind your back just like your legs, you were sitting down in a chair) captive. It surprised you greatly to see that you were still in the kitchen, the black mug of coffee laid shattered on the floor, the liquid splattered on the white tiles.

You couldn't even move your head, something at the back of your neck prevented you from it.

  "What the fuck did you?" You felt too tired, whatever it was in that mug held something, the effects hadn't worn off just yet.

  "Oh no dear, I had nothing to do with it, Paige just tends to poison everything in this house." His voice was rather calm, held a distinct sound of amusement and you tried to move again, the binding done to prevent you from was doing its job pretty darn well.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, you could tell the house was empty, otherwise Harry would be with you. It made your stomach feel weird, you were beyond scared. The sensation of something cold and hard against your neck did nothing to settle the emotion.

  "Now, make sure you don't move much, otherwise this will not be a satisfactory experience."

Before you could even ask what'd he meant you felt something plant itself right in your nape. It took you a small second to realize something was inside your neck, the warm flow of your blood trickled down your neck. Your breathing hitched, your throat felt as if it had closed up.

Tock

Tony twisted the blade and you let out an ear piercing scream, beginning to trash around, tears running down your face.

The man didn't waste any time, he kept on twisting, damaging the muscle inside your body, the knife went incredibly deep into your throat, your screaming began to turn into a twisted sound, the combination of help me's and the call of Harry's name became sounds that could no longer have any meaning behind them. You could feel your throat swelling up with blood, your blood.

The chair you were sitting in rattled with your trashing and Tony had to put a hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving, his grip on you was extremely strong and it subdued your movement. The man took the knife out and blood splattered on both him and the floor.

He smirked, "What did I say about screaming, dear?"

This time again, the knife plunged into your neck, the hole that left behind only widened when Tony tried to keep on pushing forward, his fist almost entering the blood gaping hole of muscle and flesh wounded by the neck.

Your lungs felt heavy, air lacked you and the pain was insufferable.

Finally another twist to the blade made your head too much to hold, you looked down and your eyes widened hugely when you saw the end of the knife piercing through the front part of your neck. Blood was slowly pouring out of the wound, Tony twisted again and you tried to move, still screaming, however know weakly.

Upon noticing your lack of trashing and your inevitable look of feeling tired, Tony tsked.

  "I can't have you bail on me [Name], why I'm almost done."

He gripped something, you weren't quite sure right now, however you could feel his fist inside your neck. Not long after he took the knife out, coughing up blood in the process, your chest felt heavy. Again, the same dark spots from earlier had begun to seep into your vision, but when Tony pulled on something, your senses came back right again towards you.

You screamed.

You screamed so loud you were sure that everyone would have heard it. Tony on the other hand didn't seem to mind, gripping your spine in his bloodied gloves seemed like an easy task, he wasn't bothered by the blood splattering on himself, a cruel smirk displayed on his face.

When you stopped screaming, he stopped pulling. Your body slumped forward a bit and he couldn't help but frown.

You passed out.

He took a step back to examine his work, however a scowl could clearly be seen on his face.

  "She didn't even have the decency to die right now."

* * *

When Harry came inside the house once more, he was covered in dirt, Paige trailing behind him as she mumbled something underneath her breath. The house was too quiet and he almost feared that Tony had done something to [Name]. Manny and Robin had bailed out on him, much to his demise. That meant that he had to dig up Paige's body out of the ground. Turns out that after Tony woke up from death, he didn't waste any time in setting the female somewhere else.

He was too tired right now to even be fearful of the woman. In any case she'd probably be grateful and not harm him...

Much.

  "Can you believe that stupid clock!" Paige growled, taking out any dirt left in her hair. She'd have to take a bath sooner or later anyways. Harry only nodded, he didn't feel too good, something was clearly wrong.

Upon entering the kitchen, his eyes widened and he felt like he was about to die. [Name] sat down in a table with blood covering from shoulders to toe, out of her neck stood out what he could only assume was her spine, the white bonest tainted with red. A pool of blood beneath the chair told him that she'd most likely bled to death.

Then there was Tony, sitting down in the other chair, calmly drinking from a mug of he could presume was coffee. He didn't seem to mind the blood on him and on the kitchen. The man noticed Harry's presence and he gave the red-haired guy a small smile.

  "Hello."

Before he could utter a single word (even though he was speechless) Paige waltzed in, the ticked off expression on her face changed when she saw the body on the chair and she raised an eyebrow. "Who's that?"

  "[Name], dear. Don't worry, I'll bring her back to life later."

  "Oh, okay. That's fine as long as you hurry, I need new art supplies and she always gives me discounts."

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You packed your things in your bag with too much glee, contrary to the male sitting besides you. His eyes strained on your form and his fingers tapping nervously the bed which upon he sat at, you paid no attention to him. Otherwise it would end up with you staying another day in your apartment, Harry on the other side, was more than aboard on the idea of you staying in your apartment and not going with him to spend the night at his house.

The sound of your boyfriend standing up alerted you, quickly closing your bag you slumped it over your shoulder and sneaked a glance his way.

He was pacing

  "I seriously do not think this is a great idea," Harry began and you couldn't help but roll your eyes, his hands found themselves tangled in his long carmine hair and began to tug at the end, "No, scratch that. It is a bad idea."

All it took were strides towards the male, gently grabbing his wrists and lowering them, you could feel that he was trembling slightly, however he calmed down a bit upon noticing your concerned look, he wasn't foolish either.

Just because you had resorted to your kind ways did not mean that you would heed his words and remain far away from the house he could no longer calm home. It didn't matter where he, Manny and Robin moved.

Those monsters always found them, sooner or later. The simple thought of Paige and Tony even laying a single finger on your form was enough to have him paranoid.

Once his hands had been lowered, you leaned forward, tiptoeing until you couldn't (and dammit, how was he so tall?) and gave the male a light kiss on the lip, your hand making its way towards his and entwining with your fingers. You gave him a light, reassuring squeeze and smiled.

  "Relax, it's not like you're living with some psychopaths. I've seen Paige before, she often goes to my aunt's art store to get supplies, she's a real nice woman, you know?" The smile on your face widened slightly before you took a step back an began heading out of your bedroom, Harry following closely behind, "besides, I've been meaning to spend some time with Manny. Poor kid, my sister tells me he hasn't been doing well lately in school. Not to mention that apparently he had a huge scar going down his leg, I'm worried he's getting bullied."

Harry gulped, it was worse than he'd expect it. It was okay knowing that Tony nor Paige knew about your existence, but right now it prove to be that Paige had seen you many times, you worked in that art store. It was a different matter, Paige wouldn't hurt anyone that wasn't involved with them, neither would Tony.

But you were his girlfriend, there was no doubt that you would go unharmed to the house and maybe, just maybe, would come out intact.

  "A-ah? Most likely, but it's not like he can do anything about it." Just the mention of it made his heart drop a bit, he knew exactly from where that cut originated from and he couldn't help but blame himself for it.

Manny had accidentally ripped one of Paige's canvases, she had been working on it for a couple of days and had been pretty docile upon working on the canvas, it was weird seeing her be so sweet that it actually scared the three of them more than usual. Upon seeing what he had done, she immediately broke the frame and dug it into Manny's leg, the screams still rung on his ears to this day.

She later used his blood as paint.

You took a glance behind your shoulder at Harry, his eyes had a distant look towards them and you jiggled the apartment's key to snap him out of his trance, immediately he jumped a bit and blinked, eyes wide until he settle on your form. You furrowed your eyebrows, "How so?"

  "I'll tell you on the way to my house."

  "Alright."

He watched as you made your way towards the car and opened it, sitting in the drivers seat and motioned for him to come. Harry took a deep sigh, he could already tell this would end up horribly and he'd have to take care of yet another person.

  "Please let one of them be dead when we get there."

* * *

Just like he had hoped, Harry found that the fact that Manny and Robin were sitting down in the couch watching tv, proved that both the man and the woman probably died, the smell of blood lingering on the house was already something they all learned to ignore, no matter how strong it was. They both seemed relaxed, so that meant that the bodies were somewhere outside in the backyard, he'd have to check back later.

Give or take, it would take them at least four hours to wake up depending on how exactly they killed each other.

You were the first one to make a comment about the smell of blood.

  "Oh god, what died in here?" You blinked, taken back when you entered the living room, Manny and Robin seemed to stiffen upon hearing footsteps coming, fearing for the worst, and hoping that only one the two had woken up. They were docile upon achieving victory, so they have learned. However, upon spotting you near the entrance, the two of them relaxed a bit, still not completely giving in to relaxation. Any minute know, they expected Tony or Paige to wake up and walk in.

You sat your bag down near the wall, where three bags filled with contents sat at, you raised an eyebrow at it but said nothing about it. You gave Manny and Robin a small wave which they returned, slowly though, clearly surprised to find you in their house. Not a minute later, Harry walked in and sat one hand on your shoulder, you turned to look at him.

  "I didn't hear you closing the door, you didn't even lock it." You frowned and Harry shrugged.

  "It's best if we leave it open." He replied and walked towards the couch, you were too concentrated on examining the house while the three of the guys talked about something that your ears didn't quite pick up. The house was huge, well... compared to your apartment it was.

The walls were lined up with dozens of clocks, different shapes and sizes, different kinds, all of them had a certain charm to it. You'd never expect any of the three guys to collect clocks, so it was probably Paige, or that other guy that Harry mentioned before... what was his name? You'd best not dwell on it too much. More examination and then you noticed that some of the walls had what looked like red paint splattered in them, along various other colors.

Your fingers went to touch one of the most dark colors, fingers touching the wall, you rubbed the substance between your fingers only to frown even more.

Ink

  "Hey [Name]." Harry called out to you, your head snapped towards his and you noticed that Manny was fidgeting, it didn't take you long to notice he seemed rather uncomfortable right now, however your eyes trailed off to the side and noticed that Robin was no longer in the room, his figure retreating into the kitchen.

  "Hmm?"

  "C'mon, lets go to my room." He began walking, motioning for you to follow after him. You took one last look at the walls before picking up your bag and walking after him, you immediately noticed Harry seemed to be walking dangerously slow, as if scared of going to the second floor. You sighed, even in his own house he didn't feel good. Your hand went up to reach his and when he took it, he gave you a light squeeze.

The second floor wasn't any worse on the whole smell situation that was the first floor of the house, in fact, it almost smelled like something had actually died. You would've made a comment about it but since Harry didn't seem fazed about it, you supposed it was probably just you.

Upon standing in front of the door to what you presumed was his door, his free hand reached into one of his pockets and you raised an eyebrow when he inserted a key he had taken out, inside the lock. That was really weird, why would he lock his door? Why would it need a key? In fact, now that you realized, most of the doors (or rather the trio's doors) had locks to them, worn out with various scratches.

Just what the hell is wrong with this place?

You weren't one to jump to conclusions right away, but right now you were remembering the huge amounts of time where Harry always denied you access to the house, it wasn't unusual for him and his friends to spend a couple of days in motels, he'd tell you that the house was being remodeled. It always smelled like bullshit, so it made you kinda upset knowing that he hadn't let you in in what was happening. If there was anything happening.

When the lock clicked and the door opened, you bit your lip and let go of Harry's hand. He turned around, however his gaze was located behind you and his eyes widened slightly, "Let's go." Almost in an urgent manner, he reached out to grab your wrist but you pulled away, footsteps behind you alerted you that there was a person coming your way. Probably Robin.

  "No," You shook your head, "You're acting really weird you know? and knowing you, you'll probably do anything to stop me from setting foot outside your room once I'm in."

  "Look, [Name] I'll answer whatever question you have, but can we please get inside."

  "No. I'm going to go look for Paige, she's the only other woman in this house and I don't feel like spending hours trapped with you in a room."

  "That my dear, would prove rather difficult. Paige is busy at the time being." You turned around quickly at the sound of another voice, Harry's breathing cut short and in a blink of an eye you found him standing besides you, one arm dropped around your shoulder in a protective manner. However, you weren't really focused on that. You were focused on the man that stood before the two of you.

His voice held a baritone to it, charming, however there was something about that set you off in the wrong way. You decided to ignore that feeling and keep on examining the man. He was clearly at least five years older than you and Harry, something about him just screamed that he was an old man, but not beyond his 27ths.

Navy blue skin with blonde hair that contrasted against his skin in a good way. He wore a coat with other designs in it and a red stripe across his cheek to the other, crossing the bridge of the nose before stopping gave you an illusion of a clock. Red eyes peered at your form, he too was observing you.

He was clearly not expecting you. You could easily tell. Another thought came to mind and you realized that maybe he was the owner of all the marvelous clocks.

Tony bowed down slightly, taking your free hand, you didn't object in the slightest, even as you felt Harry glaring at the man. He gave it a light kiss before you took your hand away, blushing slightly, no one had ever done that. The man had a certain air to him, but still, that same feeling from before came back again.

  "The name's Tony Clock, it is a pleasure to meet you Ms.[Last name]" Tony gave you a small smile, completely ignoring Harry.

You blinked taken back, "How do you know my last name?"

  "Manny confided that information to me not just long ago, I did just come back from a matter that I had to attend with Paige, I humbly apologize for the state of the house. There was no time to clean up," Tony's gaze shifted towards Harry, the red haired male stiffened under Tony's gaze. "and Harry hadn't told me he'd be bringing people over."

  "I-" Harry begun, but shut his mouth when Tony shook his head. Their gazes met for a brief second, and somehow as if speaking to each other, Tony continued.

  "No need to apologize. I just need to discuss something while Paige is gone." Tony turned to face you, "you wouldn't mind me stealing him for a couple of minutes would you?"

You shook your head, Tony seemed to be rather pleased with your answer.

  "Excellent, it won't take long. If you wish, there is coffee downstairs."

And with that you followed them downstairs, Tony had put a hand on Harry's shoulder and he had almost stopped walking for a second, however he kept on doing so. His behavior was somewhat different around this Tony guy, you'd have to ask him later.

Downstairs, Robin and Manny were nowhere to be seen, but voices from the backyard alerted you that they were there, not long after, Tony instructed you on the way to the kitchen and just like he said, there was coffee on the table.

You took four sugar cubes, a spoon and stirred it. The black coffee tasted somewhat weird, and before you knew it their voices became nothing more but a distant sound until black spots filled your vision.

* * *

When you woke up, the first thing that you noticed in your disoriented state was the sound of clocks ticking. Your head was spinning, pounding harshly, almost as if someone were hitting you with a hammer. Your neck felt stiff and your hands, you couldn't move your hands. Your breathing hitched.

  "Two hours and forty minutes, impressive, usually Harry wakes up in four hours."

Tick

The male voice you recognized, a part of you was truly scared. Your eyes had begun adjusting to the room you were most likely being held in (you had become conscious enough to realize that your hands were tied behind your back just like your legs, you were sitting down in a chair) captive. It surprised you greatly to see that you were still in the kitchen, the black mug of coffee laid shattered on the floor, the liquid splattered on the white tiles.

You couldn't even move your head, something at the back of your neck prevented you from it.

  "What the fuck did you?" You felt too tired, whatever it was in that mug held something, the effects hadn't worn off just yet.

  "Oh no dear, I had nothing to do with it, Paige just tends to poison everything in this house." His voice was rather calm, held a distinct sound of amusement and you tried to move again, the binding done to prevent you from was doing its job pretty darn well.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, you could tell the house was empty, otherwise Harry would be with you. It made your stomach feel weird, you were beyond scared. The sensation of something cold and hard against your neck did nothing to settle the emotion.

  "Now, make sure you don't move much, otherwise this will not be a satisfactory experience."

Before you could even ask what'd he meant you felt something plant itself right in your nape. It took you a small second to realize something was inside your neck, the warm flow of your blood trickled down your neck. Your breathing hitched, your throat felt as if it had closed up.

Tock

Tony twisted the blade and you let out an ear piercing scream, beginning to trash around, tears running down your face.

The man didn't waste any time, he kept on twisting, damaging the muscle inside your body, the knife went incredibly deep into your throat, your screaming began to turn into a twisted sound, the combination of help me's and the call of Harry's name became sounds that could no longer have any meaning behind them. You could feel your throat swelling up with blood, your blood.

The chair you were sitting in rattled with your trashing and Tony had to put a hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving, his grip on you was extremely strong and it subdued your movement. The man took the knife out and blood splattered on both him and the floor.

He smirked, "What did I say about screaming, dear?"

This time again, the knife plunged into your neck, the hole that left behind only widened when Tony tried to keep on pushing forward, his fist almost entering the blood gaping hole of muscle and flesh wounded by the neck.

Your lungs felt heavy, air lacked you and the pain was insufferable.

Finally another twist to the blade made your head too much to hold, you looked down and your eyes widened hugely when you saw the end of the knife piercing through the front part of your neck. Blood was slowly pouring out of the wound, Tony twisted again and you tried to move, still screaming, however know weakly.

Upon noticing your lack of trashing and your inevitable look of feeling tired, Tony tsked.

  "I can't have you bail on me [Name], why I'm almost done."

He gripped something, you weren't quite sure right now, however you could feel his fist inside your neck. Not long after he took the knife out, coughing up blood in the process, your chest felt heavy. Again, the same dark spots from earlier had begun to seep into your vision, but when Tony pulled on something, your senses came back right again towards you.

You screamed.

You screamed so loud you were sure that everyone would have heard it. Tony on the other hand didn't seem to mind, gripping your spine in his bloodied gloves seemed like an easy task, he wasn't bothered by the blood splattering on himself, a cruel smirk displayed on his face.

When you stopped screaming, he stopped pulling. Your body slumped forward a bit and he couldn't help but frown.

You passed out.

He took a step back to examine his work, however a scowl could clearly be seen on his face.

  "She didn't even have the decency to die right now."

* * *

When Harry came inside the house once more, he was covered in dirt, Paige trailing behind him as she mumbled something underneath her breath. The house was too quiet and he almost feared that Tony had done something to [Name]. Manny and Robin had bailed out on him, much to his demise. That meant that he had to dig up Paige's body out of the ground. Turns out that after Tony woke up from death, he didn't waste any time in setting the female somewhere else.

He was too tired right now to even be fearful of the woman. In any case she'd probably be grateful and not harm him...

Much.

  "Can you believe that stupid clock!" Paige growled, taking out any dirt left in her hair. She'd have to take a bath sooner or later anyways. Harry only nodded, he didn't feel too good, something was clearly wrong.

Upon entering the kitchen, his eyes widened and he felt like he was about to die. [Name] sat down in a table with blood covering from shoulders to toe, out of her neck stood out what he could only assume was her spine, the white bonest tainted with red. A pool of blood beneath the chair told him that she'd most likely bled to death.

Then there was Tony, sitting down in the other chair, calmly drinking from a mug of he could presume was coffee. He didn't seem to mind the blood on him and on the kitchen. The man noticed Harry's presence and he gave the red-haired guy a small smile.

  "Hello."

Before he could utter a single word (even though he was speechless) Paige waltzed in, the ticked off expression on her face changed when she saw the body on the chair and she raised an eyebrow. "Who's that?"

  "[Name], dear. Don't worry, I'll bring her back to life later."

  "Oh, okay. That's fine as long as you hurry, I need new art supplies and she always gives me discounts."