The Black Teeth

XVI - Wes

"Come with me Wes, we have to discuss your part."

Hardam lead him across the ship. He felt sick from the movement of the boat, and wasn't sure how long they would stay on the boat. Wes felt blind to everything, but Hardam would soon explain himself. They finally entered a small room, with thick walls and dingy lights. Handcuffs were chained to the wall and a variety of objects were set on a nearby wooden table. Before Wes could realize what was happened, Hardam commanded someone to close and lock the door behind them and there stood to men, each holding a revolver in hand, pointing directly towards Wes.

"What the hell." Wes said. "Was this your plan? Lock me in a room? Just tell me what you want and nobody has to get hurt."

"Don't threaten me boy. Your outnumbered. And fuss you make will be your end. And don't even worry about shouting," He smiled and tapped the walls. ", soundproof. Jasmine will never hear your screams."

"You don't harm her!" Wes spat.

"To bad, we don't always get what we want, do we Wes?" Hardam gave a evil grin. He turned around, his black hair shining in the light.

Wes took the opportunity to draw his pistol. He faked out the man on the left for a shot, in which we reacted with a crouch to dodge, and Wes kicked him hard, leaving him knocked out on the ground. Hardam turned around while Wes disarmed the man on right in a fist fight, in which he ultimately won.

"You were saying something about odds?" Wes said sarcastically.

"You think you've won, don't you? You disarmed two of my men. But I'm still here aren't I?" Hardam slowly raised a pistol towards Wes. Whoever took the shot wins. Wes didn't plan to shot, but rather talk his way out.

"Move an inch and I'll shoot you." Wes gripped his pistol better in his hand, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"And I could very well shoot you. Put the gun down or the girl dies." Wes wasn't expecting this, and his mind began to fire different plans.

Wes raised his pistol in mirror with Hardam, he jerked it to his left and pulled the trigger. The bullet missed Hardam by inches, but he didn't move.

"Nice trick. But I'm the person that brings the knife to a gun fight." A slit from metal struck Wes's chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Fuck you." Wes groaned. He was losing blood, and eventually he passed out.

-

He woke chained to the wall. Pain throbbed in his whole body. He recalled fighting Hardam, but he had a horrible headache and it was hard to remember much. He looked down towards his chest, the slit was bandaged. The door suddenly opened as Hardam entered with another man, the same guard he disarmed before.

"Hey Wes." Hardam said calmly.

"I'm not your friend." Wes retorted.

Hardam ignored the comment. "If I can recall, there was supposed to three of you on this boat. But Clyde passed. So where is he?"

"He's dead dumbass." Wes retorted.

"Your lying." Hardam replied simply. He pulled a chair from underneath the table and took a seat. "We have all day Wes. In fact we have weeks, nobody will find you here."

"He. Is. Dead. I watched him die! You want a nice vivid description of the scene?" Wes shouted. He rumbled around his handcuffs which was no use as Hardam chuckled to himself.

"Humour me."

"He was sliced open with a clever. He bled out from the pain. He was cold and choked blood. His eyes dilated, and he looked at us with a scared look. You want to know what he said to us before he died?" Wes was so frustrated. If he could release himself he would strangle the last gasp out of him.

"You owe him nothing. He was worthless. He was just my pawn. You would have a convincing story if I didn't know he was still alive. My men spotted him yesterday afternoon walked from The Mask, the Black Teeth's Hideout, all the way to 4th Harbour."

"That's impossible." Wes was shocked. He knew he couldn't believe Hardam, but something told him he was telling the truth.

"Yet here we are." Hardam sighed. "I have a suspicion. You remember old stories of Amulets?"

"They aren't real." He wasn't sure of this statement but decided it was his best option.

"That's what everybody thought. Yet others have seen their powers. The Elemental being the main ones to note. Yet two others exist, and Clyde is proof that it is true."

Wes remained silent for Hardam to continue. After realizing Wes wasn't going to say anything, Hardam continued.

"You said Clyde died. But we saw him. If my theory is correct, Clyde would have to be a Light or Dark Amulet Holder to revive himself in that way."

"Your fucking insane. You really think that one non-existent amulet magically fell into his hands so he could just come back to life?" Wes was conflicted with emotions but held them back from Hardam. Emotions were Hardam's biggest weapon, and Wes wasn't playing with them.

"He is alive. We have seen him with our own eyes. In one weeks time if you don't tell me where he is, there will be punishments." Hardam sat up and turned his back to Wes. "I guess you need time to think of more lies to spit in my face. First we start with slicing you, then sending my men to rummage through Bliskam to loom for him, and lastly, my favourite. The girl."

"You keep away from her." Wes said again. "She has nothing to do with this."

"And nor should she. But that's the choice you will have to make." Hardam replied sharply. He was good with threatening and using words to bend anything to his will. Hardam turned to the door before slowly turning the handle. He was waiting for something.

"Wait." Wes said. Hardam released the handle and turned around.

"He's seeking shelter in our second Hideout. It's meant for if anything happens to The Mask. Talk to the Shopkeeper near 'The Drunkin' Horse'. Tell him something about the Black Teeth. Follow him into the hideout."

"Very well. And I suppose if you lie, we start small," He picked up a small dagger the size of a butterknife. He raised it to Wes's arm and gave a small slit. ", then work away to bigger, and eventually the girl. Let this be a reminder to never lie to me again."

Blood dripped down from his arm but he could only leave it and watch as Hardam left.

Clyde you better have one damn good plan or we are all in hell.