What happened to me last night?! -on hold-

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the men had gone long ago but both me and andrew had stayed silent. i had nothing to say. im sure he felt the same. i had hope though. i wasnt about to accept my fait. that would be giving up, im not gonna give up, only now did i realise how strong the human will to live can be. i was prepared to do anything it took to get out of this situation alive.

have you ever watched a film about people who were in a very bad situation, the clasic part with the damsel in distress and the hero? have you ever bosted to your friends and family ' oh yeah if this was my life i would of done that!' or ' thats not what i would do! i would go and kill all the bad guys!'?...  have you ever thought about it seriously? how would you know what you would do? are you brave enough to fight? or would you give up and lose all hope?

i dont want to be the hero. but i dont want to be the damsel in distress. im going to get out of this alive. im not going to give up. i just need to keep hope. which is easier said than done.

andrew had fallen asleep on the bed not long after the men had left. i too was feeling drousy, i think it had something to do with the thick air that still hung in the room, it really wasnt a plesent smell.

my head had started to hurt and i wanted nothing more than to lay down and fall asleep but i needed fresh air so i draged myself out onto the balconey and properd myself up on the door frame, im not sure how long it took but i was soon unconsious.

i woke up and looked around. my neck really hurt. i had been awkwardly proped up against the banister and my back was also killing me.i stood up ,with the aid of the banister, and streched out and walked sleepily into the room. i looked round for andrew.... i couldnt see him anywhere and started to worry, after franticaly searching the room , my heart now going wild in my chest, i realised i had been so stupid as i saw the arm and leg popping out from under the bed, he had roled of the bed at some point last night...

wait... night? it was midday-ish when we went to sleep. and now its nearly pitch black outside! we had slept away a whole day! 

we needed to do something, anything, i needed to leave this claustrophobic little room. i shook andrew awake and grumpily he complyed and sat next to me on the bed. he looked a bit sick, messy hair was stuck slick to his face by a sheen of sweat, he had big dark circles visible in even the dim starlight, he also looked weaker, i felt about as good as he looked. what was wrong with us?

i felt cold and sweaty. there was a gentle draft comming in through the open balcony door but it sent my body into violent shivers, i felt like i had little or no controle over my body, the feeling of being lost inside myself scared me and i had to hold onto the wall whilst hyperventalating for a while when andrew came over to comfort me, we both tumbled over to the bed and quickly fell asleep from lack of food, water, and just plain exhastion. 

 i couldnt understand it, why was i so tired? it seems since i got here all iv done is sleep but its never enough, i wake up just as exhasted as i was when i fell asleep, something is very wrong here. 

andrew didnt talk much and seemed to look worse everytime i looked at him but he still had more energy and life in him then i did. 

slowly i fell into a dreamless sleep curled up on the bed next to a snoring andrew. i promised myself then that when i woke up i would do something, anything that would help us escap. 

 

(one hour later)

 

" hey!.... hey brad do you remember how to use this thing?" i asked exitedly

" mate keep your voise down, and yeah leave it to me"

 

im ben, and brad is my twin brother. we never new our perents and our life is a long and confusing story but somehow it  now envolves brads mate leading us into an 'abandoned' wearhouse to talk to 'the master'. we needed money and brads mate jojo had told us of a job going down with the master. he needes two young strong men who can work and keep their mouth shut. it wasnt exactly legal but me and my bro were used to that by now. jojo had led us to a door and left us. inside was the elusive 'master'. we never saw his face and to this day still havnt. but he offered good money to clean some blood and rubbish from an underground hall. it took us days and a lot of work but it was worth the money. we had done a good job so the master offered us a more permenent placement. as of yet he had not told us the details but he had given us a big borown envolope which was our 'test'. we had to compleat all the jobs and return. and now me and brad had set of to start.

the first task was to pick up a smoke machien from a shop in town. then we had to go talk to a woman to get some 'special hurb mixture' we had to add water and put it into the smoke machien. then we had to head back to the wearhouse where our next instructions would come.

" okay... what do you think that mixture does mate?"  i said to brad as we neared our destination.

" i dunno but i wanna find out " for some reason i sensed both me and my brother were exited by this mission, i felt like a child and the grin or brads face must of been a reflection of mine.

we got to the wearhouse and as we aproached the doors half dragging half lifting the awkward but small smoke machien i spotted the next instructions. brad grabed it and read alowed:

" well done boys. you have got this far but are you brave enough to go further, now is your chance to back down and leave. if not,  here are your next instructions: 1) go back to the hall you cleaned

2) remember the door i told you must stay locked at all times? walk up to it. look up and to the left, there is an opening to an air vent

3) go to the closetand  use one of the sets of laddars in the closet ot get to the vent.

4) turn on the smoke machien and quickly put it into the vent, clost the vent and return to my ofice.

your task is not yet over. return to me and we will talk of the next step." 

 

 Brad an i walked through the maze of grey wall to the masters ofice, as always, he was waiting, sitting behind his huge wodden desk in an otherwise unremarkable file room. he was sat in a larg chair with his usual mask on.

he was topless and as he entered the room he stood. he was slightly tan and had very distinctive muscles and a six pack any guy would be jealous of. he had short cut brown hair half hidden behind the mask.

the mask was black and fit his face like a second skin. it was not plastic but a strange material that looked kind of like a thin velvety- leather. it was held to his head by 3 straps. one at the top and one just below both his ears. there were no mouth or eye holes, simply a slightly different matarial covering the area the would be his eyes and mouth. 

" boys" he said slowely and deliberatly in his shalow wisper of a voice, it seemed to seap into your head without being spoken. not once did the mouth lines of his mask move nor did the expresion change. it was as if you had imagined the voice your self, it was truly spooky. this was the first time the master had spoken directly to the twin. and they were stunned and silent. the grins froze on their faces.

" how nice of you to drop in, i trust you had no trouble following my instructions?" again his eerie wisper filled their heads, they were silent for a time untill brad finaly stuttered:

" y-yes... it was easy enough sir"

" ahh good. will you wish to continue your servise to me? because now is your last chance to back out, you may want to leave now"

" and why is that sir?" asked ben as he found his voice for the first time since entering the room

" well maybe i should explain some more about me and you next task before you chose... take a set boys"

the twins looked at eachother, their faces reflecting eachothers confusion. and they sat.