After Midnight

Chapter 22

I felt water hit one side of my face and body. I groaned at the pressure I felt in my head and tried to sit up but I couldn't move my arms.

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to clear my vision.

"Get up!", Someone yelled. I looked up and saw three white masks staring down at me. One of them grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet. Another put pressure on my shoulders until I was on my knees.

I winced at the pain in my wrists and looked around. I saw Barry on his knees in front of me and Dalton next to me with several other people around us. I mentally counted how many there were. Six, if I wasn't counting Barry, Dalton, or myself. Everyone looked tired and had bruises on their faces or arms.

"Well..", One of them said behind me."How do you feel about this, Trevor?"

"Don't call me that", Barry shook his head and someone behind him put a knife up to his arm. I was tempted to scream for help. So much it was making my throat itch. Barry looked up at me then quickly looked away.

He didn't look scared. Despite the man holding a knife up to his arm.

"How long have you known her?", A man asked, standing behind a red haired woman that was next to Barry, on her knees along with the rest of us.

"Your name is Barbara, isn't it?", He said in her ear."This is your aunt?"

"She had nothing to do with this. Just leave them alone", Barry said.

"I like it when you beg", Said the man behind Barbara."Do it again"

"I'd rather you just cut me, like I know you're about to do"

The man put his hands on Barbara's shoulder and forehead.

"Come on, Trevor. Her life depends on it"

He kept his hand on her sweaty forehead and pulled a knife out of his pocket."Or I can show you how I killed your father"

"Alright", He closed his eyes and sighed."What do you want?"

"I want you to tell everyone who you actually are. Especially them", He said, pointing to me and Dalton with his knife.

Barry rolled his eyes hard and looked over at me."My real name is Trevor Morison", He looked back at the man."Happy?"

I glanced over at Dalton and he shook his head lightly.

"Do I have to tell them? Or are you gonna stop acting like a mental patient and tell them yourself?"

"Why is it important?"

The man put his knife against Barbara's arm and dragged it against her skin. He moved his hand to her mouth as she started to scream. Another man put his hand over a mans mouth as he screamed the word 'no'.

I looked away and closed my eyes.

"Okay! Stop", Barry-or whoever he is-shouted."I'll tell them. Just, stop"

He dropped the knife and put his hand over her arm. She screamed again, which was muffled by the man's other hand. Why was no one freaking out? Why wasn't I freaking out?

"I've worked for the CIA since I was twelve. My dad worked for these assholes, and they're the ones who-", He closed his eyes and sighed. He looked like he was in pain."Who...trained me"

"Trained you?", I asked, louder than I anticipated.

"They don't even know about that?", The man behind me asked."Why don't you tell them, Trevor?"

He shook his head.

"Tell them..", He put his hands on my shoulder and I felt his hot breath next to my face."Or I'll snap her neck"