They put me in this car. They then took me somewhere. I don't know where, the sun is too bright to look anywhere. This is all fucking shitty. The old ass guy was in the back. Security was in front and there's some dude driving. Poor and ugly equivalent of car rides in my childhood.
It stops. Doors are opened. There are footsteps going around before the door next to me is opened. There's gray bricks as the ground.
"Come on"
It's the security guy. Thankfully the sun isn't behind him. Damn migraine finally subdued.
I already hate these humans. The power they think they have to buy someone. Stupid power hungry fuckers. I get out the damn car and use my hands to hide from the sun. It's inane. What the hell changed to make the sun brighter?
The car drives away. At the feet ahead of the half circle, brick driveway, is a ridiculously big mansion. It's off white with extravagant crown molding, full of little details probably no one notices. There's giant windows, giant entry doors. So fucking dramatic. All of it.
Security waves his hand at me. I follow him. He walks to the side of this stupidly big house instead of the front. There's doors and windows and fancy shit on the side too.
Haven't been this stressed in so long. There's open land around the whole mansion. Hill in the back. The shade isn't dark enough. The annoying ass security guy opens the door, motions me to go in.
Could just take his taser, zap them and go find Mart. He will fix everything. I walk through the stupid door. The hallway was white with more crown molding, silver. It has almost as much detail as the ones outside. The floors are beige marble with gray lines on the edges, flooring the walls. The door knob is loose. The door is ugly as hell. Brown doesn't match the silver halfway or beige outside. The floors shine with reflections, shadows and lights. Silver Rotherhams atop of every crystal beaded chandelier. There's a few down the hallway that opens to a space on the left, turns to something on the right, still goes on.
The person keeps walking. I follow. The old man is following. Fucking creep. This place is absolutely beautiful. The circumstances should be different.
After some time the guy opens a door. He's so obvious. I walk in the room before he does anything. So unruly quiet here. Shouldn't there be people? Shouldn't this room have furniture or some type of decoration? It's plain white with wooden floors and basic wall trim and crown molding. There isn't anything special here.
The door is closed. I turn around. It's the same people. These fucking people. Leave me the fuck alone. The younger one is standing next to the door. He smells like fear. Oldie doesn't.
Oldie walks over, stands in front of me.
"How are you?"
He has wrinkles across his face. Mid 40s it seems to be. He has brown eyes, a scratch on the side of his nose. Cold and indifferent.
"Don't fuck with me"
Oldie smiles. Doesn't try to act interested or shit. There's no sign of normality in him. The silence is deafening. Every crack in the mansion could be heard.
If only there were any. Not a noise to be heard besides the breathing.
I hear my heart beating. Every milliliter of my skin is waiting for something to happen. Anything. Too much suspense.
Oldie stairs at me. Fucking creep.
"Do you know what you are?"
What the fuck is he talking about. This isn't some movie drama shit "Better than you."
He gives me a dirty look. Old fucker. What the hell is his problem?
"Oh Boreas, why are you so mad? I asked a simple question"
"No?"
"Mart is stupid, he should have told you"
How does he know Mart? "Don't talk about him like that"
"Like what? I'm only telling the truth. He did a horrible job taking care of you" he waves his hand at me "look at you. Pathetic"
There's nothing wrong with me "He did nothing wrong. Leave him alone"
"That's not what his file says. Neither does yours, murderer"
The air gets darker "I am not a murderer"
"Yes you are. Mart raised a little murderer"
"No he didn't. Why am I here? What the fuck do you want from me?"
"I'm so glad you asked. You're going to be a bodyguard for my daughter"
The hell I am.
"You will meet her after tomorrow"
"You can't make me do anything"
"Is that what you believe?"
He walks over.
The lower left of me starts to feel numb. Feels like I got punched. Who the hell gets punched in the hip? I push the oldie away. There's blood somewhere. Blood is the worst smell to exist. I put my hand on my hip. With each passing minute the pain gets worse.
My hand is hot. Sticky.
Fucking shit. There's blood. Everywhere. My hand, leg. The floor.
"Don't tell anyone anything if you want to see another day"
I want to kill this bitch. The air fades darker and darker till everything is black.
