A Bloody Glass of Wine

Chapter 1 [The Beginning of a Nightmare]

It was November 21st. The weather was foggy, one could say even gloomy. Especially to the eyes of the small child who looked outside of his house's door. His clothes were damaged and nearly torn apart. The stink of fresh blood coming from the inside of his house. The earsplitting sounds of the police sirens from the distance. Yes... That was indeed a gloomy day.

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"Good day Mr. Anderson."

"Good day indeed Mrs. Miller."

Spoke a rather charming man in his early 30s. He was wearing neatly a pitch black suit which matched his silk back ebony hair. The calm yet mysterious gaze of his gray eyes looking at his expensive Rolex watch.

He walked steadily, his eyes looking straight ahead. His footsteps echoing through the empty hall. The man walked inside the elevator, pressing the button for the 5th floor as he looked once more at his watch.

Stepping outside of the elevator, he was greeted by the kind waves and slight smiles of his co-workers. The man was rather famous in the company. He was known for being a smart and capable employee that everyone had some sort of respect for him.

"Mr. Anderson," an old man with short gray hair and seemingly black eyes greeted him with a smile, "Congratulations for the promotion."

"Thank you Mr. Smith. I wouldn't had achieved this without your guidance," he said shaking hands with his supervisor by the name John Smith.

"Don't mention it. It's my job to help people with great potential and you, Mr. Anderson, are one of those people. Keep up the good work. You'll get another promotion in no time," the man's eyes looked steadily at John Smith, who began to walk away, without making an effort to blink.

The man turned around and walked towards his new office. He closed the door behind him and sat on the leather chair. A small smirk being plastered on his lips.

"Just as I expected. That was easy," he spoke with a chuckle but it soon faded into nothingness, "That's way too boring."

The man looked at his watch once more. His day had just began but he couldn't wait for the night to come. After all... the night is when the fun begins.

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"W-where am I?!"

"Shhhh... Calm down, there's no need to worry."

"Who are you... who the hell are you?! Where am I?!" yelled rather loudly an old man who was chained on a metallic chair inside a dark room, with it's only source of light, being a television. The subject of the video in the television, the man himself. It played different scenes of him in different kind of places around the city. With the only thing in common, a bottle of red wine.

"Do you really want to know?" spoke suddenly the same voice to the old man from behind.

"W-who are you..., " the old man's voice trembled in fear as a sharp and cold object touched his neck.

"Who am I?" he questioned in a flat tone as he walked in front of the old man. "My name, is James Anderson. It's a pleasure to finally meet you Andy Jones."

"H-how do you know my name?! Where am I and why am I chained?! Tell me right now!" the man, James Anderson, moved closer towards Andy Jones and met his filled with fear eyes.

"Do you think that's important?"

"Huh?"

"Look at you, you are chained, inside a dark unknown room, a television showing a video of you and a suspicious man pointing a knife in front of you. Do you really think you have the right to be demanding right now?" Andy didn't talk after that. Instead, he stared frightened at the pair of apathetic gray eyes in front of him.