An Unbreakable Bond

Death Incarnate

We reached the room which I presumed was Mr. Lawson's private quarters in less than 10 minutes.
The door was the same as the one which had led us into the observation room earlier in the day, only made of a fine oak-like wood instead of metal.

I entered alone, Smith leaving us to have our conversation in private. Somehow, this only made me feel even worse about talking to the old creep.

"Please sit, Mr. Britton, was it? Make yourself at home." He started, looking at a small data-pad sitting in his lap. "I understand you're an engineer, just like your friend Mack? We could use some help with a few minor repairs to the jeeps that help us hunt the local wildlife for study. Would you be so kind as to help my mechanics in Vehicle Bay 2? It's fine if you're too tired, but my men are short handed and we need the vehicles ready by tommorrow." As he finished his explanation, he looked to me with pleading eyes.

I let out a sigh as I thought about his request. He didn't seem to be rushing me. I decided that a little extra work before bed wouldn't hurt and agreed to work for about an hour.

He gave me the directions to Bay 2 and called down to inform the mechanics that I was going to be there in about 5 minutes. "And make sure jeep 1 is ready for repair" he said in a slightly hushed tone.

I arrived in Bay 2 almost exactly five minutes later. I began to look around for the mechanics I was supposed to be working with, but couldn't find anyone. There was another thing bugging me about Vehicle Bay 2.

Where were the vehicles?...

I was surprised to hear a yell behind me as I was struck by something from behind, almost immediately losing consciousness.

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2 hours later, unknown location

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I awoke to the sound of hushed conversations and the occasional chuckle. I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was tied to a chair with my hands and feet bound. I was in a small room, a table of three gaurds now staring at me. One got up and began to approach me, knife in hand.

"Look who finally woke up." He says, using the knife to cut the ties on my feet. Bad. Move.

I use my free foot to kick him where the sun could never shine, causing the others to laugh at their friends misfortune. My retaliation earns me a swift punch to the nose, gut, and right eye.

"Try it again you little shit, and I'll have your eye!" He yells as he cuts me from my chair and holds me by the throat. He then leads me to the table where the others stop laughing, seeing the anger in his eyes.

He slammed my head onto the table, then held the knife to my arm and drove it in to the handle. I tried to kick him again but the other two held me in place.

"You deserve this kid. Hope it makes you suffer." He said, stabbing me in the right thigh before placing my leg on the table.

"This may hurt, bitch!" He practically screamed as he stomping my leg, effectively breaking it just above the ankle. I scream in pain and surprise as I'm thrown into the other two's arms. "Take him to cell three."

I am thrown into a dark room with only the first ten feet from the door lit up. The cell door closes before making a clicking sound, locking my only exit.

I lay on the floor, oozing blood, wandering what I did to be put through this much pain. That's when I heard it. A hiss, from somewhere behind me.

I try to turn around, only to be stopped by my leg again. I look around in fear, doing my best to adjust to the darkness. Then I see IT.

The source of the noise is a midnight black figure, maybe two or three feet taller than me. It slowly walks toward me, as I fall unconscious again from the blood loss.