Writers debate

VICTORIA "NOOOOO!" Victoria screamed and pounded on the window the second it closed. "OPEN THE WINDOW YOU MONSTER!" Tears streamed down her face as she pounded her fists against the windows. "Not Dennis.... Please don't kill him" Victoria pleaded, all the while trying to break the window. There was no way in hell this was glass, or it would have been broken by now. Repeatedly kicking the window did absolutely nothing. The old mans grinning face dis-appeared from her view through the dirty fogged glass. Victoria was startled by the loud magnified voice that rang out from behind her. "Ma'am, you need to back away from the window'" The cops were here. Why did they always have to come too late? "DENNIS!" Victoria continued her pointless attempt at beating the window down, blatantly ignoring the cop. The injured girl had long ago left her side, and was now being carried on a stretcher to a parked ambulance. Strong hands from behind gripped Victoria, and attempted to drag the crazed girl away from the window. "Ma'am, it's okay, your safe now" Said the cop calmly. Victoria didn't even take her eyes off of the window, and struggled viciously. "They have Dennis!" Blood continued to flow from her open wound. Victoria started losing conscious, and stopped struggling, as she felt herself being lifted onto a stretcher. She could no longer talk, but continued repeating the name in her head, 'Dennis... Dennis... Denny....' She could hear someone talking on a phone somewhere in the distance, that seemed like miles away. " Let the boy go, we have this house surrounded" said the voice. There was a long pause. " Yes. We will make sure all of these demands are met, if you promise not to kill him." And then, Victoria passed out. DENNIS What had happened had Dennis shaking un-controllably. Simply unfathomable. Dennis's thoughts were so cluttered and frightened, he could not make heads or tails of where he was or what was going on. He knew very well that what had happened was bad. Very bad. But the heaviness of the fact that it had ACTUALLY happened left him confused and dazed. This was unlike any fear he has ever experienced. Far worse than the time his parents first caught him making out with a girl in his room. He remembered when, at the time, the worst of his fears would have been getting grounded. He realized things have changed a great deal. He wondered if he would ever be able to look at the world the same again, after experience all this. How had that women managed to stay alive, after being so brutally hacked away at like that? The old man snapped the phone shut, and turned his attention to Dennis. Dennis didn't look at him. Suddenly pain swelled at Dennis's forehead, and he could feel himself collapse in a heap on the ground. He knew he had just been attacked, but was too weak to fight back. Dennis let the blood pour out from the newly opened cut on his forehead, run into in eyes, and past his lips. A long moan escaped Dennis's lips as the pain sharpened. " You have put me in such a mess. I will make you pay dearly!" Dennis then received a harsh kick to the stomach, making him bite his lip so hard, that blood started welling up. He couldn't breathe! He tried to suck in a deep breath, and his lungs filled with pain. Then the old man grabbed Dennis, pulled him to his feet, and proceeded to drag the limping boy up the stairs. He could hear many police outside still yelling in their megaphones: "We've got the house surrounded! Come out, with the child and you won't be harmed!" If only they could understand how pointless that was. The old man chuckled. " If they think they're getting you out of here alive, then they are sorely mistaken." At hearing this, a cold shiver ran down the boy's spine. He was going to die unless something was done. The cops wouldn't come in as long as he was hostage. No one could save him. He was completely at the mercy of this insane war vet. Dennis realized that this was entirely up to him. HE would be the one who had to act. But how could he? He felt like he hadn't one scrap of energy left. He could barely move, let alone stop this man. Victoria had struck him on the head with that shovel so hard, that he thought would have killed anyone. Yet here the man was standing, holding a gun up to Dennis's head, and only seemed to be angrier. What could he do to stop him? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He was hopeless. " Do it now. Kill me, and get it over with!" Dennis said firmly to the man. The man started laughing yet again. This gave Dennis the chills. He didn't want to hear the answer from this man. Then the laughter stopped and the man stared into Dennis's tired eyes intently. " Do you REALLY think its going to be that simple? Do you REALLY think that after all the hell you put me through, that I am going to just let you off the hook and end your life easily?" Dennis could feel his eyes tearing. The man continued " Oh no. HELL no. I am going to make to suffer. You are going to be so mutilated that your own mother won't even recognize you. I will cut each of your limbs off at a time and listen to you scream. Imagine the look of horror on little Goldy locks face when she hears you scream like a little girl after each cut. Yes, and it is going to happen now." With that, the old man grabbed Dennis by the hear, and thrust him into the table in which Dennis had early witnessed the mutilation of the girl. Dennis was thrown off balance and crashed to the floor. The man walked over to his tool shed and picked out an edger. Then he turned to face Dennis with a grin on his face. The man set the gun on the tool box, and started walking towards him eagerly. 'No...I cannot let this happen!' Dennis thought to himself. Suddenly a new found energy entered Dennis. He knew it was adrenaline. He was surprised at this point that he had any adrenaline left. He got up off the ground and bolted towards the man, catching him off guard and knocking him to the floor. The man dropped the edger to the ground in the fall. Dennis didn't waste time. He grabbed the edger, raised it, and struck. The man lifted his hands just in time to stop himself from being impaled in the face, but the edger still found his skin, and sliced the old man's middle finger clean off. The scream that came from the man was menacing. The old man was stunned and holding his injured hand. Dennis took advantage of this moment, rolled off the man, and snatched the gun off the tool box. This was it. Dennis had to finish this. He had to end this man's tyranny over innocents. It was now or never. Dennis aimed the small semi-automatic pistol at the man. The old man was still in agonizing pain, clutching his hand. Dennis felt his finger move toward the trigger. He pulled it half way back and.... let it go. He couldn't bring himself to do. Dennis had never taken someone's life before. How would he live with himself if he did this? 'What am I doing? I need to end this right now!' Dennis lectured himself mentally. 'If I do this, then I will be no better than the evil man in front of me.' Dennis dropped the gun to the floor. Dennis turned towards the door, to his freedom. His plan was to get the cops, and have this man put away for life. He made it half way their, when he heard a rugged, painful, chuckle from behind. What was he laughing at now? Dennis approached the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He turned, to notice the man had gotten up. In between them, almost exactly half way, was the gun. Both had their eyes on it. Both were ready. Dennis's adrenaline had already worn off. This was hopeless. ------- Former Problem: Dennis was held hostage at gun point. this is the last new Problem: Dennis is locked in the house, injured, and stuck with a crazed man who is ready to grab a gun and kill him. Its all you Vi. Good luck! Loved the debate, hope this will catch on. -philosophical