Sometimes you have to be greedy

chapter 1 [continued]

Aoto was tied up in a chair he could still feel the pain from were the man had hit him 

the man!...... Aoto remembered, on the night his mother died he had seen this man because he killed his mother , most people would probably feel rage at this point. they would most likely want to kill that man , but aoto felt nothing, he was expendable, just another toy to be used by another and then discarded after he broke  

aoto however wanted to know why this man killed his mother 

his mothers name was tatsumi she was abandoned by her family and was widowed young with one child. Was she hiding something? It made sense he didn't even have a last name..... 

Aoto thoughts were interupted as the man entered he was holding a knife its edge glinting dangerously, he held the knife like he new how to use and worst of all he was coming for him....... 

the man had a scar running through his eye his face was gruff and he was unshaven, in other words he looked dangerous.  

"my name is fyodor"    began the man as he sat down in the empty seat, looking at him straight in the eye  

"youre probably wondering what youre doing here, and whether you'll make it out alive, i see no point in lying and giving you false hope but..... you wont make it out of here alive." 

there was a long silence before he continued, "Tatsumi , or should i say you're mother,  is the reason you're here"  

Fyodor looked him over waiting to see a reaction if any thing he had thought mentioning his mother might rile him up but all he got was a blank stare , the look of the dead.  

where a braver man stumbled Fyodor ran. "Im sure you're probably dying to know but you have to tell me something in return" 

Fyodor grabbed Aoto by the chin, hissing in his face "where is it boy"  

Aoto was now thoroughly confused, he had been following along pretty well for the entire conversation, until now that is. Adults could be so tiresome. 

Aoto sighed "OK what is it you want from me"? he inquired yanking his chin from the Fyodor's grip and tilting his head slightly. 

Fyodor stared at him silently then smiled it wasn't a kind or cheery smile but the smile of a murderer. 

he slipped his hand into his pocket and removed a syringe, Aoto's eyes widened. Fyodor placed the tip of the needle on Aoto's thigh and pressed down........ 

Aoto didn't have time to process what was happening until it happened, the pain he felt was unbearable, it was as though his organs were being ripped apart and pushed together again all he wanted to do was die. 

A scream rang through the  compound, chilling everyone to the bone, a scream that promised pain........