The camera shook, showing a mix of blurred colors and shapes, but once it came to a halt, silence. The main focus, a man. Rather large man, but the main attention was the focus that he was tied to a chair that was half his size. The ropes were too tight, digging into his skin. A white rag wrapped around his lips. Sweat dripping off his face as his large brown eyes stared into the camera. 

  “C’mon Johnny.”

A lovely voice called out, words laced in a sing-song tone, obviously the one holding the camera. 

  “It’s your line..”

The man remained silent as he stared past the camera, looking to the holder. A moment passed of him remaining still and a high pitched laugh echoed from behind it. The chilling vocals caused the man to shiver as he suddenly jerked away as if he feared something coming into contact with him. 

  “Johnny’s a bit camera shy…always forgetting his lines, always stumbling over them. It gets rather.” A few deep breaths, the camera moving up and down. “Annoying.”

  She hissed the word in pure disgust, but soon after the hysterical laughing returned and the camera shook and moved around, giving a glance of the cold steel and machinery where the horror had occurred.

 The camera came to a halt again, this time it remained perfectly still, focusing on the terrified man. The woman who had been holding it let out a soft hum before she walked into the shot. 

  Her back turned to the camera, she placed her hands on her hips as she stood in front of the man, clad in a ‘colorful’ tailored suit that fit her curves, she rose a hand to scratch at the scraggly and greasy blonde locks, that seemed to have been attempted to be painted green. 

“This was your big shot Johnny, and you went and screwed it all up.” She said with a long sigh as she shook her head, but after a moment she finally turned, revealing the painted white face and smudged black eyes. Her lips painted red, the color flooding to her cheeks that held bulging scars..giving her a permanent smile. Once she was close enough, she leaned down, eyes lowering into the camera.

  “Well then, guess it’s up to me….let’s see…where to begin…” She rolled her eyes as if in thought, but soon enough she rose a finger in the air once the thought came to mind. “Johnny hear…is a security guard. I’m not going to tell you where. That’s your job…you get the fun part!”

 She said as she clapped her hands together and reached for the camera again, but this time she shakily moved the camera back and forth, showing the machinery and dusty shelves of the area. 

  “Your smart, aren’t ya!? Well then, figure out where I am and I’ll give you a present! Don’t figure out…”

The camera moved back to ‘Johnny’.

  “And Johnny here won’t get to see his lovely wife and three adorable children ever again! I know you won’t do that…noooo, you’re the good guy.” 

  She let out another laugh, the man wincing in fear as her voice caused a chill to run along his spine. Tears forming in the security guards eyes as he turned to the camera, begging anyone who watched to help. 

The camera then flipped, focusing on the woman again as she held the camera to her chin and looked down.

  “Oh…and just in case you’re a little confused as to why I’m here…well let me give you a hint. I want something..and someone else wants something..and wouldn’t you know it. We both want the same thing! For the same reasons! Who would’ve guessed! Oh..wait..what’s that?”

She questioned as she turned her head, ear pressing into the lens, smuding the camera with her sloppy face paint.

  “Who wants what!? Well, I’ll give you a hint who…”

She gave the camera dark grin before she dropped it to the floor. The image blurring once again, the lens cracking as it hit the floor. 

  Nothing was shown, only the background, but the audio in the back became gruesome. Shouting and screaming in pain, echoing off the walls, making it much louder than it really was. Begs of stopping and groans of pain continued for minutes before silence again.

  The woman’s shoes came into view and she leaned down again. Her finger pressed into the broken lense, leaving a dark red blotch.

 She hummed again as she curled along the thick red substance, painting until there was the shape of a question mark. With one final poke, she dotted the bloody mess to make it complete and laughed again.

  “Find us if you can…”

She said in the same sing-song tone before the image went completely black.