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The Trial | Started by: MS on Jun 24, '18 12:27 |
Dark. Gloomy. Dull. Those are the three words I am going to use to describe this hell hole I have somehow managed to get myself into. It’s been a solid two and a half hours I think, not sure though, it’s hard to tell with the lack of windows this place seems to have. To be honest, I don’t know where I technically am. I don’t know what this place is and I don’t know why. Well, I have a slight idea on how I got here but that’s about it.
~ 5 hours ago Man, what a shift! Friday nights are always packed with people, celebrating the end of the working week. Being a bartender means I have to tend to everyone’s needs, and I mean everyone. Miss one person and just like that you’ll be docked a week’s pay. The manager is always going on about how ‘The customer is always right’, no matter how drunk they are, and how as long as someone is paying, it doesn’t matter how much they drink. It’s not that bad I guess, when it gets quieter I get to talk to some people while they drink away their problems and vent about how much better they could have done or maybe if they had just... ; and so on and so on. It gets on my nerves sometimes like what am I supposed to do about it? I just work here, I got my own problems to deal with. No matter how much it annoys me, I’ll always just stand there and smile, nodding my head to everyone once in a while. Sometimes I’m lucky though and I’ll meet someone who actually has something interesting to say in a drunken state like tonight, I met a former explorer. He told me about all the places he has seen and gone to. The Amazon, sailed around the Caribbeans and climbed the Pyramids of Giza. It all sounds amazing, he had lived his life to the fullest. That was what I thought until he started going on about how he snowboarded down the snowy slopes of the Northern Territories in Australia. That’s when I knew he was talking bullshit. In Australia it doesn’t even snow, except maybe Victoria, but definitely not in the Northern Territory. After that, I just stood there and tuned it all out.
I’m walking down the streets, gazing at the glittery night sky. I pull out my watch with broken glass through which I barely managed to see that is was almost 2 AM and I thought to myself, I should probably head home and go to sleep... So in saying this I decided to do something else instead, do a quick stop before I head home I guess. Sometimes I may like to go out into the alleyways and go poke my nose where it doesn’t belong; as I like to say it. You know go exploring, relax, breath in the pollution of the city factories, steal the wallets and possessions from drunk men passed out on the floor.... No it’s not stealing it’s just acquiring. I’m borrowing from them but just don’t plan on giving it back- OK yes this is technically thievery but I can’t deny talent. I’m good at it, it gives me a daily dose of adrenaline and it helps pay the bills because, being a bartender doesn’t pay anyone the goods. Remember, the manager is a cheapskate. As I go deeper and deeper into the alleyway, I see a group of men standing together. I carefully analyse the men. There were four men, two were tall and buff with some ugly tattoos running up their arms and a skinny, twig-like man with the sort of mustache you’d see on the villain of a classic good vs bad movie. The last man was old, bold and ugly but wore a worn out red jacket, and his pants were long and baggy. I couldn’t really see his face because it was facing the other direction but what perked my interest was the cheese sandwich that was placed in the plastic bag on a stool behind him. Pathetic, I know but it looked really good. The ingredients looked fresh and the bread looked fluffy. I placed my hand over my stomach, clenching it as it began to growl at the sight of it. I couldn’t believe I was about to steal a sandwich from some creepy guy out on the streets. I get up, keeping my head low, and begin to walk towards a large pile of crates to crouch down behind. Trying to avoid getting caught (of course), I thought I would try a new technique of distraction that I’d always wanted to try and boy was that a bad idea. I quickly but quietly pick up a wooden plank that I see lying on the ground and throw it over the fence, causing a loud CRASH, BANG, TING! The heads of all four men immediately straighten at the sudden sound and this is where it starts to go bad. As I am hiding behind a couple of crates, I hear an unsettling sound. The sounds of four guns being cocked could be heard from a mile away, or that’s what it felt like to me. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I’m at the point of no return, it’s not like I can just stand up and make a run for it without being shot. As they are distracted and start to walk towards the site, I swiftly make my way towards the sandwich. All this for a sandwich? At this point I’m re-evaluating my life choices but I guess it’s way too late for that now. I pick up the sandwich and smile gleefully at my steal but it quickly goes away as I feel something hard go against my head. What do you think you are doing. I hear a crackly voice behind me and the hard thing I can only assume is a gun at my head. My head begins to scramble, my knees begin to buckle and my mouths becomes dry. I said-; Before he could repeat his statement, out of sheer instinct I begin to sprint for my life, away from the gun-wielding men. Well, I’ve fucked up bad now. Bang, bang, bang. I hear three gun shots from behind me. These people are insane! As I run further and further away, losing them more at every turn and twist I took deeper and deeper into this unknown place. As I think I have finally lost them, I collapse on top of a pile of abandoned building materials and take out the sandwich from my pocket. All of this for a sandwich, I again said to myself. Starving, I can’t wait any longer and I take one big bite out of the sandwich before quickly spitting it out again. This crap is disgusting! The bread that looked fluffy was crunchy, the tomatoes were covered in salt, and the cheese was beyond aged to perfection. But before I could even complain out loud, my head became dizzy and a sharp pain began to spread throughout my head. Before the pain consumed my thoughts and mind, all I remember from then was the old man’s voice. This is what you get for-; And like that I was out like a light.
~Present So that’s what happened pretty much. When I finally woke up, I was lying down on the same cold and filthy ground that I am still currently on now. There were some guards outside my cell and when I tried to ask, or more like demand, where I was they just totally ignored me. After a while I just gave up and decided to see where this would lead. I’m more freaked out about how calm I am compared to how much I should be but all I can think about is how the hell did I manage to get myself into this really, really deep and gloomy hole? |
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I think it has been about an extra 2 hours since I had gone into deep thought about how the hell I even got here. It still annoyed me that I’m here over a sandwich. A FREAKIN SANDWICH that tasted like absolute crap. I have no idea of what the time is and I’m freezing my toes off in this windowless cell. I’ve forced myself to stay awake in this unknown environment but I just can’t do it for much longer, I feel my eyes aching as much as my head currently still is and not to mention I still haven’t eaten yet so you can guess that I’m starving. Luckily, before I could succumb to my sleepiness, I heard the sound of metal doors opening and the loud thumps of multiple people walking down the hall. My heart once again began to thump louder and louder, waiting in anticipation to see who is to come and if they were even for me. The walking stops as a lean-looking man stands in front of me, wearing similar colours and layout as the old geezer from before, staring at me with an emotionless and blank face. The way his face didn’t show any signs of human life and the way he dresses was very proper and scared me more than I was before about my ‘fate’. U-umm... Can you tell me where I am please? I don’t really know what’s- Cut off quickly by his low-toned and dull voice, he begins to open the cell-door bars while holding onto a pair of.... handcuffs? You are to remain silent until spoken to, you must not defy any actions done towards you while you are under the custody of- Copying his act of annoyance, I cut him off as the word ‘custody’ slips past his lips. Custody? Why the hell am I under custo- Continuing the trend, he gives me a cold stare and once again interrupts my train of thought. What did I literally just say? Anyway- He continues to walk towards me and kneels down in front of me where I sit, suggesting he is about to place the cuffs around my wrists. Give me your hands so we can get this done and over with. Levitating his hands in front of me, I quickly shake my head in defiance and begin to slowly back away. Obviously annoyed, but refusing to show it, he forcibly snatches my hands and quickly tightens the handcuffs. Ouch! I yelp in pain as they began to pinch at my skin, but it didn’t seem to faze him at all. His stare is still as cold as when we were in the ce- Wait, when did I leave the cell in the first place? Was I so concerned about some little pinching of my wrists that I totally shut of my peripheral vision!? |
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Reply by: MS at Jun 24, '18 16:55 | |
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I’m not going to last long am I? I thought to myself, as he continued to talk to me about some rules or whatever, I somewhere around rule #5 started to tune out and stared at the new surroundings I had been presented with. It was totally different to what I had been in for the last god knows how long. It was nicely lit, the seemingly never-ending hall had a beautiful black-and-white striped wallpaper but the more I looked at it, the more it made my eyes hurt and ache. If I stared at the wall long enough, it would look like it was moving from side-to-side, wiggling up and down. It was like some sort of freaky illusion to mess with your mind. And finally last but not least a- Hey, kid! Have you even been paying attention at all? Quickly snapped back to reality, I shoot my tired and lazy eyes up towards his face as he suddenly stops in his tracks to talk to me. Too tired to lie, I shake my head lazily. He let out a long sigh, massaging the bridge between his eyes, and continued to walk ahead. I have suggested to Boss that we change the wallpaper down this hallway, it’s too distracting. For another minute, it’s silent as we continue to walk down the hall. Every once in a while if I began to struggle behind, he’d tug on the chain that connected to my cuffs causing my wrist to begin chaffing against them. The man stops and turns to talk to me once again. Since you decided not to listen to any of my rules, I suggest you just keep quiet and see where that gets you. He tells me with the same expressionless face as always. Still confused and annoyed, I once again asked him the same question I have been asking since I got to this hell hole. What am I doing here? And just like before, he ignores me and connects his end of the chain to some metal bar that is attached to the wall in front of the giant, double doors. Good luck, I guess. And with that, he continues to walk down the hall. It’s so quite. I’m so confused but also very curious to see where this is going to lead but most of all I’m scared. Not scared of where I am but scared of not actually knowing what’s going to happen next, I’m not a fan of surprises. Not too soon after the dull man left, another came through the doors from what I could see was a huge room filled with more than dozen people waiting inside. Unlike the man before, this one was of a bigger build, broad shoulders and a very thick beard, not to mention he practically towers over me. As he walked in he closed the doors behind him. For a moment, we just stare at one another trying to figure each other out, I guess. It began to feel slightly awkward and I averted my eyes. Ah sorry, I’m just here to escort you. He gives me a warm smile as he walks towards me to unclip the chain and bar. Escort me where? At this point, I’m acting desperate and needy. Not answering straight away, he gives me a questioning look. |
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Reply by: MS at Jun 25, '18 05:12 | |
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What do you mean where? To the court room of course. Why else do you think you are here? Wrapping the chain around his hand, kind of like how an owner does to a dog lead, and turned his body to me, giving me his full attention. Finally, someone who might be able to help me with answers to my many questions. I thought to myself and then blurted out all the questions on this new guy. What is the courts room? I have been trying to figure out where I am and why the hell I’m here? Silence filled the room. My breath began to quicken and my frustration became worse. Wait, you don’t know where you are? Or why? He gives me a combination of a concerned and puzzled look. I quickly nodded my head, thinking I was finally getting somewhere. You are currently being prosecuted for the attempted murder of Co. General Ark Rastin and just like all high-classed problems, this is going to be sorted in the Courts Room. Where you are currently. Of course shocked at his response, I prepare to defend myself of such an absurd accusation. Murder! I never tried to kill anyone! My hands, out of reaction, tried to fight the handcuffs and break free even though I knew that I alone could not break them. Letting out a long sigh, he runs his hand through his brown, messy hair and gives me a stern look, making me slightly stumble backwards. Breaking the eye contact, he walks towards the door and readies his hands to dramatically open the doors. Damn that old man, bringing an innocent girl to this level of court. If Boss finds out about this, he’ll have his head..... hopefully. Talking to himself, he seems now really unsettled about the idea of going through this now. Releasing his hands from the door handles, he turns to me and bends down so his face is now directly in front of my own. Taking a small breathe in, he opens his mouth to say something but before any words came out, the doors bursts open. Being so close to the doors and with the power that was used to bust open the doors, the tall man was hit and was knocked back a reasonable distance considering he was hit just by a door. Now usually I would at least chuckle at this, no matter where I was, but since we were kind of connected I went along with him. It was only a slight tug but it still hurt all and since my hands are tied practically together, I didn’t have anything to protect myself from falling face first. Let’s just say, my nose really hurts. Veto, what the hell man! I was coming out. I could hear the man yelling at someone but I couldn’t exactly look up since I didn’t really have any way of lifting myself up, my hands were being held up above my body without the rest of it being lifted up. Make sense much? Didn’t think so. Well maybe, Ryan, if you weren’t so slow your head wouldn’t look like it was growing it’s own tomatoes, now would it? That voice? That plain, obnoxious voice. He’s actually going to be here? So I guess his name was Veto, it kind of suits him though. And the bigger man is Ryan? At least my curiosity has died down a bit now. Well I hate to interrupt you guys but do you think you could give me a hand here please? I said. Well tried to say, it was a bit hard to talk properly with my cheek being pushed into my face so much. Quickly getting back onto his feet, Ryan helped me to get back onto my feet. The sudden change cause me to slightly stumble. I look up, after shaking my head a few times, to see Veto standing tall and proud. For the first time since I have met him, I see some sort of emotion leak through his lips. Smirking, he does a dramatic turn and begins to walk back into the room. Say your prayers kid, because it may be the last time you actually do so... And with that comment, Ryan begins to walk me to the most over crowded room I have ever seen. |
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Reply by: MS at Jun 25, '18 05:24 | |
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I can’t believe that something like this even existed. The set out was like something you’d see in a movie, not sure what type though it’s nothing like I’ve seen before. From where I was standing in the doorway I could see that there was a long carpet that led to a lifted platform at the end of the room. On each side, it was almost symmetrical. There were groups of men and women wearing clothing that ranged from rugged and dirty to fancy suits and business-like outfits who stood on two different levels, some stood on ground level while others peered down from the balconies above. Dumbfound at the room, I didn’t even realize that Ryan had pulled me across to the middle of the room and had clipped me to a metal pole that poked out of the ground directly in front of the stage. Only coming back to reality when I heard the sound of the chain connecting to the pole, I spun around only to see Ryan getting further and further away from me. It hit me hard that I was now alone, in the middle of a room full of strangers and I still had no plausible reason to why I should be here. Sitting on the scratchy carpet on my own silently, listening to the surrounding people’s conversations. Do they really take no interest in the girl that is literally tied to a pole like an animal? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I’m not being stared at in total silence but I’m more worried about the silence before the storm kind of thing and oh boy was I right to be worried. Out from the same double doors I had come in from, a largely and well-built man comes bursting through the door causing the room to fall in complete silence. Without a second thought, he marches confidently down the carpet and with every step he takes, the eyes of hundreds follow him. Passing past me, I keep my eyes glued onto him in amazement I mean, he just silenced a whole room with his immediate presence. While walking past me at the last seconds, he gives me the most life-threatening feeling as he glares at me as if he can see straight into my soul. Slightly taken back, he just keeps his straight face as he walks up the platform and sits at the desk situated on it. Slouching back into the leather chair, he takes a big breath and says. I welcome you all to the Court Room for today’s trials. First of today we have, Leaning forwards and clasping his hands together with his chin resting on his knuckles, he gives me a cold stare. I continued to stay quiet, obviously not wanting to make myself too out there. We have, he repeats, stretching out the word Quickly catching on, I responded M….MS. I was choking on my own words already and it hadn’t even started. I always knew that thievery was going to get me in trouble one day but I didn’t think I’d end up here, I always thought I’d like be put in some sort of cop custody kind of thing. Well Ms. MS, I welcome you to your very own death parade here tonight! He announces in a somewhat amused and dramatic tone. So let’s see what you to be punished for. Veto from the side crowd comes up and hands the man a sheet of paper. Is he some sort of secretary or something? Here are the charges put forth by the Co. General Ark Rastin, Mr. Reitmous sir. |
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Reply by: MS at Jun 25, '18 07:49 | |
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Reitmous? I’ve heard that name somewhere before, but where would I have heard it from though. Thank you Veto, you can take your leave now. Taking a bow, Veto disappears back into the crowd. Taking a look at the piece of paper, he keeps on a poker face as I see his eyes move from left to right, reading each word on the page. What the hell death? Isn’t that a bit extreme. I sit in suspense as I look around the room for some sort of comforting and reassuring look from the crowd. All I saw was people looking as if they are waiting to see if they have won the lottery or not. It scared me the way they looked at him in anticipation. Alright, Lifting his head up suddenly, he places his almost-too-perfect and chiselled chin in the palm of his hand, with his elbow resting on the desk in front, and shows us all that had been written on the ‘document’. He continues to speak his sentence. Now, I’m not quite sure what the Co. General wants to be done to Ms MS, As he gave off a slight chuckle in amusement, the rest of the crowd didn’t seem too far behind at going along with his so-called-funny joke. Ms. MS, you are being called to the Courts Room for your inevitable and, as requested, slow death. My eyes began to widen as people from the crowd began to inch closer and closer towards me. The adrenaline began to pump through me as I started to mentally scream at him. Why? I didn’t even try to freakin’ kill him! How much of an asshole can he be? So on behalf of Co. General Ark Rastin, I hereby- Closer and closer they began to creep forward and the harder I tried to fight the restrains, the tighter they seemed to get. Pronounce you guilty. What? Guilty? I can’t I be guilty! This whole so-called trial has just been to entertain the crowds and himself, I was never getting out of this alive. For the attempted murder of Co. General Ark Rastin through the form of poisoning and tainting of his food and edibles. Practically the crowds were breathing down my neck, I even felt the hair of- Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Did he just say that I tried to poison him? So I now hereby allow the beatings to- Cutting him off at the last second, I had finally had enough of this bullshit. I don’t care if this is real or not I refuse to go down quietly. It doesn’t help that my brain is so boggled I can’t even think about and process what I’m going to say, I’m just speaking whatever comes to mind at the moment. Wait a god damn second! I screeched. Some trial this is! What about my say? What about my chance to speak? What about the fact that that the bastard totally re-arranged and manipulated what happened! My brain was throbbing with each shout and yell I could get out of my forehead. At that point in time I was a sweating mess. Suddenly perking up, he straightened his back up in interest at my sudden outburst. As a smirk leaked through his lips, he responds to my questions. Question 1. I never remember saying that you got a say. Question 2. You have to make your own chances, just like you have now and Question 3. How so? |
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Reply by: MS at Jun 25, '18 10:02 | |
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Ahh... I didn’t think this far ahead. I didn’t actually think I would still be alive to be able to finish my sentence, and I don’t think anyone was very happy about it. During his piece, the people in the Court Room began to slowly back off. Ummm... what do you mean ‘How so?’ What happen to that sudden spike of enthusiasm you have a couple of seconds ago? He gave me a sarcastic sympathy look, slowly turning back into smirk. And I mean, how did he change it. Tell me and if it amuses me enough I might just let you live a bit longer to tell the rest of your tale. Man, he’s a little ray of sunlight, isn’t he? Well you see, I was walking down the alleyways near a local bar I work at and I saw the sandwich. It looked like a good sandwich so... I paused for a moment, preparing myself for a sudden flock of people coming towards me. He nods his head, egging me on to continue. Sooo..... He repeated. Soo.... one thing leads to another, I ended up running for my life as I hear some crazy people running after me with guns, shooting wildly and randomly. Then when I thought I had lost them, I took a bite and for a second I thought the taste of the sandwich had full-on knocked me out by its unique taste. Ends up me just being hit over the head with a gun and being dragged. God only knows. By the end of that, I felt a bit more confident in my words and my speaking but that was quickly put down by the sudden sound of gunshot coming from behind me. I turn around, as well as the rest of the room, to see that same old man, who I was assuming was Co. General Ass Ratskin or whatever his name is, standing in the doorway with a gun in the air. Obviously, someone should really take that thing off of him. That is utterly and absurdly ridiculous! He shouts. I would never lie to the Boss, Jackson Reitmous, even if my life was on the line. He swings his hand to his left side of his chest and takes a dramatic bow as if it was to show his utter-most loyalty. Scared about how he might believe him over myself, I turn my body to see him putting on a poker face as he analyses his choices. After a while of staring at both of us, he stands up and begins to walk down his platform and straight towards me. Still chained to the pole and kneeling on the ground, I try to slowly back away but I stop in my tracks immediately as I hear the sound of a gun cocking. Pointing at my face was the end of his gun, his body casting a shadow over me and looking up at him was like looking up at the Empire State Building from the ground. I gulped as he inches closer and closer to me. When my face was practically being shoved into his kneecaps, he crouches down in front of me somehow in his black suit. Now eye-to-eye with me, his poker face now turns into a cold and terrifying glare. I have never seen someone be able to pull off so many different faces in such an effective way. The end of the gun was now making connection with my forehead, the silver metal was cold against my greasy and sweaty face. I’m going to ask this once and once only. If your answer to this is a lie, I will shoot you right here right now. Do you understand? I quickly nodded in response. Good, now. Did you or did you not try and kill Ark? The subject of the matter was starting to annoy me now. Co. General this. Co. General that. Damn, if I’m going to die I’m going to know that I went down telling the truth. The truth being I didn’t even try and kill him! I look him straight in the eyes, with no hint of uncertainty, I tell him. I, MS, hereby state that I am not guilty of any charges of any sort of murderous acts and that I should NOT be shot in the head as that would only help solve the massive headache I have accumulated over the past several hours. I thought that if I was going out, I would go out with some sass under my belt. Not as afraid getting hurt, I give him my own try at giving him a death stare. Which of course was just me trying to look intimidating and my nose scrunching up like a snarling dog. Within a few seconds, all I could hear was a huge BANG! My eyes closed shut, I thought that I was finally done and that these thoughts are just my life leaving before my eyes. It was only after I heard a large thump was when I knew I wasn’t dead. The one that had been shot, and that silenced the room, was the sound of the General dropping in his own puddle of blood. Too tired to be able to properly process what had happened, I look up at him in a confused matter. I hear him mumble, he began to stand back up. |
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Reply by: MS at Jun 25, '18 11:44 | |
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Everyone is now required to leave. You saw a death today, I’m done. Go home. He didn’t even need to shout it before half the room was already empty. Who was this man. Jackson Reintmous. Jackson Reintmous. I’ve heard it somewhere but I just can’t think of where. Hey, kid. You listening to me? I can hear his voice through the fogginess. My brain had had enough, it wasn’t going to last much longer. I look him in the eyes, I can feel the deadness in my eyes, and what felt like slow motion to me, I fall to the ground for a well needed nap. I wake up hearing something…The voices were faint and all I could see was my eyelids. I felt really relaxed, it feels as if my body is flying high above the sky. It feels great! I want to stay like this forever, but the feeling quickly ends as I figure out that I’m so relaxed I can’t actually move. I couldn’t even open my eyelids to see where I was. Would you be patient, please? I could hear a lady talking to someone, sounding quite over it. Trying to tune in closer to the conversation, I tried to focus on my hearing but the more I tried to think about something, the further away the thought became. Fine, just at least tell me... I have to- My finger began to finally twitch as I became lost in the thought of gaining control, I didn’t even realise that their attention had drawn to me. The lady interrupted the other person from speaking. Oh finally, you’re awake, She greets me. I know you may be confused but just try and keep calm... please. Seeming slightly stressed, I gave a grunt. Ok so- Suddenly interrupted, the man-ish voice started to talk over her. Don’t even try getting away. I’ll make sure that if you do, they’ll never find the body. He spoke harshly. What? What the hell Ja- Mr Reinmous! You can’t just speak to one of my patients like that, She can’t even open her eyes. She said, furiously. I heard nothing but a grunt from Ja- wait, what is he doing here? What am I doing here? All I remember is- oh that’s right, that happened... Why the hell would he be here though, isn’t he some big boss or something? It’s killing me, where have I heard that name? Jack. Jack Reinmous. I don’t care if she is in a coma, as long as she can hear me and knows what the consequences are for not obeying my rules. It seems she has a thick enough skull as it is. Obviously not impressed, I tried to make a comeback but all that came out was a grunting and humming. How does it feel to be in a state of complete and utter vulnerability? I can’t even see his face but he’s already making me feel sick in the pits of my stomach. P-pret-ty sphit atuly. Finally, I’m getting somewhere. I’m not sure if I should be impressed I got something out or embarrassed at the fact I sounded like a baby trying to learn words. I quickly chose embarrassed as I heard not only Jack but also the lady snicker at my attempts at communication. Well, at least it’s honest. F~flut you. Trying to sound tuff, from his perspective and in my condition, it only amused him more. I tried to open my eyes up but only got them to flutter slightly, letting in a little bit of light into my eyes. H-how d-dit I even git in this.... position? My speech began to slightly improve and I could feel the strength returning to my eyes once again. Well, The lady began, A little while after you passed out, you started to kick and scream as we were bringing you in here. Telling us to fuck off and trying to run to nowhere and little Mr. Impatient over here wanted you to be quiet so my only option was to give you something to fully paralyze you. I don’t think I could believe her, it doesn’t sound like something I’d do. But the way she said, without a single stutter or any hint that she was lying, it was kind of hard not to. To be honest, I think I overdosed you a little... She said chuckling awkwardly. No shit Sherlock, Jack stated, She’s been out for almost 5 days now. Five what! I quickly shot up in the heat of the moment, my eyes wider than they’ve ever been. The sudden pump of energy quickly ended I was unable to control the direction I would fall in. So instead of the bed, I ended up on the floor. I had somehow fitted between the wall and the bed, my knees folding up and pushing into my face. If I had still had feeling, this would hurt like hell. Oh my, that’s- that’s new. Usually it takes about 3 days after waking up to be able to move like that. She sounded concerned. Jack, on the other hand, was the reason I could hardly hear her over his laughter. It was a deep chuckle, kind of husky as well but he was laughing like there was no one in the room. I swear this man has a very bi-polar attitude. H-help.... I could hear the desperation in my voice, I had already dug my grave, no point stopping now. I hated I could only now open my eyes, I only got a look at the wall in front of me. Didn’t even get to see the lady or Jack. At least now I might be able to keep down my lunch now. Fine, just...just give me a second... His laughter died down and I felt, or sensed, myself being lifted up from around me and being placed back on the bed. thanks... I mumbled. I heard a chuckle before his footsteps get further and further away. As much as I loved this little gathering, I actually have a proper job to- I have a real job! She squealed, obviously having heard that same line to many times. Yeah sure, anyway before I go, The sound of the door squeaking open ringed in my ear, You’ve only been asleep for like 12-18 hours. The lady sighed, I’m sorry about him, but... He gets better the more you get to know him? I asked, trying to fit the normal stereotypical conversation that goes like this. What? No. I was going to say that he’s the boss and we have to listen to him. She giggled. This made me chuckle slightly too. Anyway, I’m Rachael. I’m the nurse here, I make sure that the guys here don’t go killing themselves right, left and centre! Killing? W-why would that be nece-oh shit, is that guy alright! I started to remember the blood that ran along the floor, just before I had passed out. What do you mean? Oh the Co. General? He shot him for lying to him, he should have known by now that nothing gets past the Boss. Rachael was taking about death like it was something that occurred as naturally as the cold, and especially when talking about him doing it. -pid and... are you even listening to me? Oh wait.... Only just realising who she was talking to, after seeing that look in my eyes that you get when you see a ghost. You...You aren’t from these parts, are you? She asked. At this point I am becoming frustrated, What ‘parts’ are you even talking about? What is these parts? I questioned. She went to open her mouth to respond but all that came out was air, she was probably thinking of how to explain this. Whatever ‘this’ was. You are currently at the Low-Level Nursery, one of the four sections of the hospital here at... She paused for a second as I am eyeing her down with anticipation, the main branch of the Gehenna Group, run and ruled by yours truly Jackson Reitmous. She chuckled the last part, trying to lighten the mood. What type is this so-called ‘group’? I questioned, slightly scared of where this is going. Well-um... you see, we all work for Gehenna and we are all part of the... how do I put this? We- We do the dirty jobs for people who can afford it while having our own business! A tall, slender guy walks through the doors creating a boisterous and flamboyant entrance. Tick, what the hell! Rachael shouted, startled out of her little stool. What, it’s true. That’s the job of the Mafia. |
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