Bullet Holes

One

Chapter one; part one.

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BANG. BANG.

The sound echoed as I stayed in my postition. Not that I can move anywhere since I'm all tied up.

BANG. BANG.

They're doing these on purpose. They did these just for those goddamn answers. Can't they get it? It's a secret, no one knows. They must not know what's the definition of secret then, huh?

BANG. BANG.

The sound ended. It's time for those stupid questions and my goddamn answers.

I look around me. Dead bodies were lying on the floor, blood covering them. I start to shiver a little when I heard footsteps walking towards me. My mouth was covered with a piece of cloth since I arrive here, not that I know when I did. I turn my head to the front and look at the floor. I felt two fingers on my chin, bringing up my face to meet eyes with a brown-eyed guy.

"Young girl, nice to see you again." he smirks as he let go of my chin. "Happy that we caught you again?"

I growl, since I'm unable to talk. He give out a bitter laugh as he stares at me. He walks closer to me. As soon as he reach a few inches away from me, he untie the cloth and look at me directly in the eyes.

"Where are they hiding? Where are the guns?" He stops asking for a second before continuing with the question I don't wanna hear. "What's the formula for that fucking nuke?"

The nuke. Yeah, the nuke. Normal nuke are explosive, but my father made a new type of nuke. A nuke so special that it would only destroy the things that the owner wants. He gave me the formula before he got murdered by the Red Hounds.

Red Hounds.

What a stupid name.

"Answer me!" He yell. I stare into his terrifying brown orbs.

I bring out all the courage I have to ask him, "Why do you want to know?"

He growl with gritted teeth. "Fine then, I'll ask one question. Where are they hiding?"

They, it's the villagers I met. Why did he want to know? Because they have some of the most dangerous weapons. My father ask them to take care of the weapons and hide it somewhere safe. Also ask them to hide somewhere safe, somewhere the stupid Red Hounds wouldn't figure out where.

"It's none of your business,"

He place his palm on my neck and bring up my face with his wrist, forcing me to look into his deadly eyes. "It is my business to know. You have no right to know," he says, letting go of my neck and take a few steps backwards.

"You're right. I have no right to know about them, about this. My father's the one who have the right to know about this. But guess what, he's dead. How? Well, you guys killed him. So if you want answers, go ahead to his grave and ask his spirit for the answers."

He grit his teeth harder. "Don't you dare play around me, bitch."

"Oh, I dare. I dare as much as you dare to catch me again." I growl, struggling to get untie by the chair that I'm stuck sitting on.

"You're not escaping from this," he walks closer to me and place his palm on my neck again. This time, choking me. "Where. Are. They?" He growls as his fingers surrounds my neck and tighten it, making it hard for me to breathe.

"They're in a place you won't fucking.. f-figure out." I struggle to answer as he tightens his palm. "If you k-kill me.. you won't find the answers, stupid." His eyes widen and let go of my neck, probably realization hit him at the moment. I breathe in a lot of oxygen at once as I cough.