Wrong Number, Right Family

Finale

Well well well. Here it is.

Enjoy

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His whole body flooded with pain. Everything felt crushed and broken. Yet he clung and stuck to the train for dear fucking life. The wind rushing past him and the wheels of the train making a deafening screeching. He inched his way on the side of the train until he found a door. He broke the handle and shoved the door open. He stumbled inside struggling to keep his balance. In the dark rail car he was in, lights of the tunnel he was in were rushing past the windows. He collapsed onto a row of seats and a coughing fit arose. He tried to suppress the coughs but that hurt, he tried to just let the coughing fit pass but that hurt, he turned over and that hurt too.

His limbs went numb and there wasn't much else to do besides lay there and die. He's never been hit by a train, he doesn't even know if his organs will work for much longer after a blow like that. He registered his head rolling to the side but then he was out.

Time Skip

He felt like he was falling so he quickly snapped his head up. He felt like shit. He looked around to see he was in a cell of some sort and he looked to his left and saw 2 guys sitting next to him smiling at him and another laying on the floor. He saw an orange shirt was laid over him.

"Hi" The guy closest to him greeted. There was face paint of a flag on his cheeks. It looked familiar but he didn't bother thinking too much about it.

"Where am I?" He asked, straight to the point.

"Municipal Holding Facility." The second guy said, his face completely painted over with a flags color. He swear he's seen the flag before but a lot of countries has similar flags just colors are switched around.

They said they found you unconscious at the train, very dangerous." The flag cheeks guy said.

"We gave you the shirt because you seemed a bit cold." He jerked away from the guy behind him that he didn't notice.

"Thanks" He whispered. He needed to find out where the hell he is.

"What's the flag on your faces?" He decided to ask.

They all looked at each other for a second.

"Welcome to the Netherlands." They said in unison. Netherlands?

Netherlands. WHAT.

He quickly got up from the bench and went up to the door.

"Guard!" He called out. He could hear the man talking.

"On the phone" flag face informed him. Damn.

He clenched his jaw and sighed. He didn't have time for this. Beck is out there. He reached through the bars and gripped the lock keeping the door shut. He crushed the lock, admittedly with more strength then necessary. The lock crumbled to the floor in many pieces and he walked out.

He passed a doorway to see the guard talking on the phone and his mask on the desk in front of the guard. He quickly took his chance when the guard turned he webbed the mask.

He rushed out of the building.

He looked around completely disoriented. The sun was bright, people talking and animals rowdy. He approached a man who seems to be running a little stand.

"Hey do you have a phone?" He asked.

The man nodded and handed him the phone.

"Thank you." He thanked the man before turning and he went to put in the number of his aunt. He stopped though, this was a mess. A deadly mess and he couldn't drag his aunt into it. Beck is clearly willingly to kill to keep up the illusions. He could feel the evidence of that.