PigSlaughter

Chapter 17

"Have you ever let out your anger on something?"
"What"
"You know, hitting, destroying something."
"No, I don't think i have."
"Hmm... is that so" his voice lowered but his eyes remained ambitious.
"Yeah.." he gives a quiet response with half of his voice all awkward.
"Follow me."

Fenrir follows him down some stairs, some industrial smell hit Fenrir's face making his face grimace. 
"Ahh, this gives me a deja-vu" says Atlas turning around. Words which Fenrir couldn't relate to, he was never  there.

"Take this knife and stab that hanging sack over there" he points to it while handing the knife.
Fenrir looked at it and grabbed it full of confusion, checking it, then looks at Atlas which raises his eyebrows in pushing him to do.
Fenrir notices some eyes full of vengeance, they seemed like the situation was our of their hands , lost into cluelessness. He met his reflection from the knife blade.

Atlas dramatically sighs losing his patience, so he approaches him and says on a low almost whispering voice "Do it before I lose my patience"
The sentence did indeed sound like a threatening, which made no sense, why would he want him so bad to stab a sack.

As he was still confused, Atlas presses his shoulder wound making him squint his eyes in pain.
"I save you from prison, I carried you back after you passed out from the wound pain, and you can't even do one simple thing I am asking you? That it's for you too?" His voice was raising  after each statement,  ending with a loud noise which came from him hitting furniture with his fist getting Fenrir to flinch.

He starts dissociating as a coping mechanism unconsciously, he thought he is dreaming at first, everything around him started moving, with flickers and blackouts.  There is no other explanation to these happening.

Altas does a muffled sound out of anger "Crow had much more patience than i will ever have" he launches himself towards Fenrir pushing him onto the wall. He grabbed the hand with the weapon, squeezing it till Fenrir lets it fall from it  out of pain.
He holds the guy against the walls by pushing his shoulders back, if it would be a romantic scenario they would probably kiss but here it's quite the opposite, looking more like one will bite off the skin of the other.

"Listen, If you're too slow and didn't get it, we are not friends no more, you DON'T have to listen to me, you MUST listen to me, do you understand?"

Fenrir looks shocked and frozen from everything that happened, he started feeling uneasy and scared, he never expected this to happen nor knowing how to react.

Atlas seeing he wasn't saying anything, he slaps him two times, his face was burning of pain which made him even more aware this was happening.

Fenrir still couldn't say a word, he was completely quiet trying to understand what was going on but the silence was only adding to Atlas' anger.

He grabs him by the shirt collar and threw him on the ground, he stopped himself from kicking him and just let out a scream.
Then he scoffs "i'd need to let out my anger way more indeed."

"Take him" he yelled looking away from Fenrir. He was confused looking around scared.

"Atlas? Atlas." Fenrir tried to make him turn around and face him. Just then the door to the basement opened, two men coming downstairs, their faces were covered both looking massive covered in tattoos.

"Atlas? Atlas please? What is this??" Fenrir's voice started cracking, his eyes were screaming in fear as the two grabbed him by the arms making him get up.

When they left the room Atlas turns around yelling: "FUCK THIS SHIT!"

Fenrir tried to release himself fighting his way out but they wouldn't budge. There was a long corridor, grey and dull, the walls would make their steps echoing. They stop in front of a metal door, they open it and throw him in. He raises his eyes checking the room. There was a bed, bed is much said, a mattress on some metal bars. It was covered in blood and mould  , with holes which you could see occasionally a bug passing by. The floor was cold, the tiles were broken in places , but somewhere there were also some shreds of glass on the ground. Everything else was hardly to identify, maybe a table? And a chair? Clearly none usable. There was no window, the room was smelling like rott which made Fenrir gag when the smell intensified.