#8: Trapped

ps. this is Jen's POV.

  "We better get out of here!!!" said Trick with his voice quavering. His eyes were full with fear.
  Everybody dashed to find the nearest exit.
  " Hey, where's the door?!" Tony exclaimed as the door that supposed to be there disappeared.
  "Obviously the exit's gone! How stupid." Tabitha snickered as she rolled her eyes.
  " What are we going to do?" cried Natalie in despair "It's all your fault, Tony! Look at all the trouble you caused! " She continued.
  "Excuse me! The trouble I caused? Who was the agreeing with my bet earlier huh?" Tony was defending himself.
  "Okay! Gawd! Stop the fight! We gotta get out of here before something worst happens!" Jen cried.
 " This place looks like a maze.." Tabitha said as her voice trailed off when the metal doors shake and screams were heard once again.
  Shivers were running down up and down their spine as the criminals scream in pain were to be heard as if they were terribly abused.
  "Remember what the beggar told us? This prison has been here during the World War II... and the souls of the abused to death did not rest in peace and came back for vengeance!" Tabitha said worriedly.
 "That old beggar's theories are nonsense only." Tony snickered.
 "After all these ghostly figures appearing and you still don't believe in the beggar? How stubborn can you get??" Jen exclaimed.
  " REVENGE" He said with a high tone as a wicked smile spread through Trick. His eyes were different, it wasn't the ordinary brown, it was as red as blood.......

The following is by Tabitha

  "Uh-oh. The fox has gone wild." Natalie sighed dryly. "And it's not like we can just shoot him."
  "You think you can escape from me? I'm sorry, no." A voice spoke. We froze. However, the voice was not Trick's, nor whatever thing that currently inhabited his body. It was another one. The one that caused us to panic and ran just now.
  The threat was not headed to us. We soon understood this when Trick turned from us abruptly and glared at the voice's direction. There was something in his glare, an expression difficult to understand or explain. Unreadable. It was hatred. Pure hatred. Yet there was also fear. "No? No? NO? NO!" It screamed with that earsplitting high voice. The two creatures terrorizing us had distinctly different voices. The 'voice', still unseen, is male but sweet-sounding with some laughing edge to it, as if it was enjoying itself; while the thing haunting Trick is screeching kind of mindlessly.
  A corner of a red cloak showed from the corner. The voice's owner walked slowly towards us, or rather Trick, to be precise. His face, pale, twisted into an evil laugh, the fangs showing...

<to be continued>