Gulf slowly fluttered his eyes open, struggling due to the blood dried just above the skin of his eyelashes. He looked around. It was a different place, a cleaner one. He felt his ears don't work anymore as he wasn't able to hear any sound.
Not even some random birds chirping, not even insects voices. He tried to move but couldn't make it as he felt harsh stinging pains all over his body.
After laying for few more minutes, he again tried to attempt and lifted his one arm up, feeling his bones twisting but he doesn't care at this moment. No matter how much it's hurting, he needs to find out how he ended up in this situation.
And a sudden wave of realisation hit him.
His eyes went wide as he tried to remember but he just cant. He can't recall anything. Who he is? Where he is? What's he's doing here in this condition? Who hurt him? And....why?
It's paining like hell but the thing which is frustrating him more is.....he can't remember anything at all.
He looked at the chains in his hands. So they tied him up to the bed? Why? Is he a monster? Is he a bad person? Did he do something that bad? But he can't recall.
He looked around and found the dark room with awful smell of medicines has nothing but a bed with chains and few stones and nails scattered over the ground. He will be lying if he says he doesn't felt vomiting all his bones out when he bent down to pick up some stones. Why is he in so much pain?
At this moment, all Gulf could think was...to get free. So he grabbed one of the stone and tighten his grip on it. He lifted his hand up and strongly hit the chain lock in his other hand with it. He continued the action. His hand was bleeding by now but he doesn't care. He was already half covered in blood which he doesn't know who's. May be that blood is his own or may be someone else. Despite he can't remember anything, he can assume that either he hurt someone or someone has hurt him.
After few more attempts, the chain successfully broke and fell onto the ground. He did the same thing with his other hand. After the process, his eyes covered with dirty haired bangs flipped towards the locked door. And evil smirk made its way on his lips as he gripped on the stone tighter.
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He sat down in the corner of the wall for some rest as his body still aching a lot.
"See! I told you he wasn't in the camera. He's really not in here!"
He heard a familiar voice. He moved his head, slightly looking who it is. A man in his fifties, roaming around in utmost fear around the room he just broke out.
He was wearing a white coat which catched Gulf's attention. And....some pictures began to appear in his mind.
"If he's out. We're in trouble!" The man said panicking as sweat continues to flow down from his head.
"What the hell you mean he's out? The minute ago you reported us he's almost dead." A lady came in view and grabbed the old man by his collars.
And Gulf recognised her. Completely. How can he not? How can he forget his own mother.
He remembered everything and it made him hate them even more. The old man was no other than the doctor who gave him those drugs. He hates all of them for making him suffer this much. Other than drugs, they tricked him by mixing other medicines in it to see how the reaction goes. They treated him as if he's a doll. Especially his mother, she was carelessly watching it all happening with her own son. He remembered her face while he was getting injected. He begged her and screamed out for his life but watching his mother making an annoyed face and his father's scoffing was the last thing he remembered before the drugs took over his mind.
He remembered everything. Clearly.
He wanted to cry out loud and screamed at the highest pitch he can go but he just forgot. He forgot how to cry. He forgot how to feel.
"If he's missing go tell your staff to find him or we will be in trouble if anybody sees him in that condition. I swear that bitch is gonna create problems." The woman spat out and harshly pushed the doctor away.
"Watch your mouth lady. The most important thing to worry about right now is the effects of drugs. At this point, the energy he is getting from the drugs are way too high. It's massive and will create situations to let all that energy out. He can either kill someone or can kill himself. He might not be in his right state of mind." The old man answered back, fixing his already little dirty coat.
Gulf was listening to their conversation while licking his own blood coming out of his hands. And why not? He already has lost a lot of blood, he should save it now. He was smirking weirdly the whole time as he felt to bite his own skin and ripped his own hand apart due to an unknown powerful energy continuously flowing inside his veins. May be because of....what they said? Oh, drugs!
"He is smart. A doctor for a reason." Gulf mumbled and smiled widely.
"Let's find him for now. And we will kill him after that. Just be careful" Another man suggested and Gulf took a note of his father's words. He really wanted to kill his mother at first place but after hearing his father's words, his mother can wait.
He looked at some waste nails, a wire, few chains and the lock he broke. He gathered everything and took them with him. Now his little weapons were ready to kill along with him.
A sinister grin plastered on his face as he stood up to approach his first prey.
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"Did you found him honey?" The lady spoke from the other line of phone.
"Nope. Im still checking the cameras. He hasn't showed up until now but mayb-Argh!" The man's breath hitched as suddenly he felt cold metal bind against his neck, refusing him to breath. He struggled to escape the hold by shaking his limbs in all the directions possible but immediately stopped when the person behind him whispered something right into his ears.
"Save a seat in hell for mom too, Dad!"
He shivered at the words, registering in his mind that the person is Gulf.
He knew now escaping will be useless. Gulf placed a soft kiss on the man's cheek and tightened the chains on his neck more. He was thirsty and the only liquid he could see at that time was...the blood dripping out of the dead man's neck. Luckily, his eyes caught a water bottle placed over the table. Good the bottle is here. Or I really had to drink his blood. After few seconds, making sure that the man was dead, he picked up the phone. The woman was continuously asking 'what's going on' or 'honey, are you okay?' and it was irritating Gulf so much.
He brought the phone near his lips. "Don't worry mom, dad's just sleeping fine. You need to rest too? Don't you?" Gulf giggled darkly as the other went silent. Ah! He was really enjoying it. Who would've knew killing people will be this fun?
Baby Gulf who? 🤡 I've read your comments. There are a lot of silent readers nvm everyone has their way to read but it's better to write.
And the one who are commenting omg you guys are so cute like you pouring yourself into the story. It makes me feel that I should write soon and update as fast as I can. Thank you for reading and supporting guys. 🤧🤧
Enough of emotions cuz....there's gonna be a game of emotions *smirks
Love you all cupcakes! 💜✨✨🤭
(Do tell me if you find any typos I'll correct them asap!💀)
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