Written for Write to rank: Round 2- Yellow Belt hosted by action
Prompt: Set the scene and create a dynamic dialogue between the two characters. The confession of a stranger leaves your character confused, but will they answer your questions?
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A single flickering light bulb barely illuminated the vast space of the abandoned warehouse. It cast eerie shadows on the cracked concrete walls. The air was thick with tension as James heaved, clutching his wounded shoulder and leaning on his healthy leg.
Confusion furrowed his brows.
"What is it that you seek? Money? I'll pay you ten times more than they gave you."
Toying with his gun, the man smirked, walking in dizzying circles. Perhaps a tactic to further confuse him. "All that for a frail little woman?"
"She's not any woman," James gritted out. "She's my wife." He staggered to the wall to help support his bleeding body. "Who are you? What's your game?"
"Ah, questions upon questions. How delightful. But do you really think I'll give you answers so easily?"
Everything about this stranger irked him, from his handsome and refined features to his smug face and smooth voice. He looked every bit like a celebrity and not an assassin sent to end his wife's life.
James clenched his fists, his patience dwindling.
"I don't have time for games. You confessed something, something that doesn't make any sense. So start talking, or I'll make you."
"Make me ?" the man chortled before lifting a brow. "Oh, my dear James, you underestimate the depth of my secrets. But I suppose you deserve a glimpse into the enigma that is your lovely Bianca."
James pinned him with the hardest glare he could muster, his eyes burning with raging flames of anger, before he bellowed, "Stop speaking in riddles! Tell me who you are and what you know!"
The man took a slow step forward. His ice-blue eyes glinted with the danger of an approaching predator. The temperature dropped as he murmured, "I am the shadow that lurks in the corners of your world. I am the whisper that sends shivers down your spine. I am the key that unlocks the door to truths you never wished to know."
James's confusion turned into desperation. He pushed off the wall, launching himself toward the mysterious and infuriating stranger. He grabbed him by the collar.
"Enough with the cryptic nonsense. Give me something tangible, something I can use!"
"Ah, the desperation in your voice, James. It's almost poetic," he grinned. "But be careful what you wish for. Once you have the truth, there is no going back."
James tightened his grip on him, his voice firm and determined. "Give me the truth, or I'll make you regret it."
Twisted satisfaction danced across his features before he removed James' trembling hands. "Very well, James. Brace yourself for the truth you seek is darker than any nightmare you've ever had."
With a sigh, James let his arms hang limply by his sides. "I've come too far to turn back now."
The man finally relented, all amusement fading from his face. "She's my wife."
"W-what?" James dropped to his knees, the warehouse walls closing in on him and shadows deepening around them. "What?"
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