Life of a psycho

Fun times

"Ye...yes."

    "Good! Now do you really want to know what I do?"

    "Yes sir."

    "Well my good man, I kill people!"

    Ember was so confused and scared. After shifting back into reality, he felt pain. His neck was sore, his head was bandaged up, and his left arm hurt like hell. He kills people? I am stuck in here with a sociopath! GET ME OUT! GET ME OUT!

    Thinking about freedom would not help the situation. He had so many questions. All which would remain unanswered. Where was he. What happened. Why is he here. What does this guy want from him. How long has he been here. All good questions, but he knew this Simon man wouldn't answer.

    The light that was blurring his vision when he first woke up had cleared. He could see where he was. They were in what looked like an old factory. How cliche, Ember thought, and he chuckled. Though now was not the time for laughter.

    "Well I'm glad you see humor in this sense of situation too Mister Walterson. Do you mind if I call you Ember?

    "Sur..."

    "Of course you don't. Now I know you have a lot of questions, all which will be answered shortly, but right now, we are gonna have a bit of fun!"

Shortly after he left, Simon came back with four bottles of hard liquor. What is this guy going to make me do? He is completely insane!

"You ready to get...TRASHED?" Yelling that last part he uncuffed Embers hand from the locked down seat and gave him a bottle.

"Man, if you thought I was crazy, just wait until I get drunk. This is gonna be interesting, very interesting indeed. As they say in drinking competitions, Bottoms up!"

He lifted the whole bottle straight into the air and started chugging it. Embers dad can get drunk after about three to four shots. At this point, Simon was going on to three or four and still drinking strong. He put the bottle down to his lap and looked up at Ember.

"Come on man! You gotta drink it!"

"No, I won't do th..."

"DRINK THE DAMN LIQUOR!" Simon screamed as loud as he could. At the intimidation of a drunk sociopath, he put the bottle up into the air and started drinking.

Ember was only sixteen, not only was he not old enough to drink, the alcohol was the strongest most disgusting thing he had ever tasted. It tasted bitter and burned his throat with the ferocity of 10 jalapenos. Every swallow was an effort, and after two, long, exasperating drinks, his eyes already started to daze. The alcohol went directly into his system, and Ember was intoxicated within a minute or two. By the time Ember could down one more swig, Simon finished his bottle. In the time he told Ember to start drinking and now he did not stop drinking. Clearly inebriated, he put on the largest smile he could create and stared directly at Ember. Wobbling over, he lost his balance twice and toppled to the floor.

"Hey..." Simon hiccuped and continued, "I just wanted to thank you."

Ember stared awkwardly at the blurry figure rising above him. Every word spoken was just a mumble and his sight was very limited.

"Wha.." Ember started laughing at nothing in particular and kept laughing.

"And I am going to thank you back by... Setting you fr.." Simon heard the boy laughing and stopped and stared. "What are you..." Embers shrill of high pitched drunken laughter raged on. Simon couldn't finish, let alone remember what he was going to say in the first place. The cackling of Ember spread to Simon, and he started to chuckle. Within one minute they were just a hysterical duo in the middle of a very empty room, laughing at nothing.