The House

Chapter 15 Savior

My heart feels like it's going to leave my body any time now. My hands are shaking and my breathing is terrible, but I'm still able to push all of that aside and focus on the Creep Guy. My mind is filled up with all the scenarios I came up with if this moment ever went to happen; all the things I thought of saying, all the anger I would let go by staining my hands with his blood. All in vain. I don't know what to do first, or what to do at all. Right in front of me is the man that has made my life into a living hell and I can't even move.

I take a deep breath and walk towards him. The best thing I can do now is ask him what he knows and why he did all of this before hitting the hell out of him.

"Hey, wake up!" I slap his face but he doesn't react. Next thing I do is move his chair; he's profile is now facing the door. "I said, wake up!"

I slap him one more time and he doesn't move. I move closer to him, I grab him by his hair and see that his face is full with bruises. His left eye is completely swollen and black and there are some spots of dry blood here and there.

"No! You better not be dead!" I let his head go making him face the ceiling now. I shake him over and over but nothing works. "Damn it!"

I walk away and curse. It doesn't make sense that he's dead, but there's nothing I can do right now. Maybe this is a trap. Maybe he does now about me knowing about this place, so he decided to dress up someone like him and beat him to death, but that still doesn't make any sense.

I take another deep breath. I can't give up. I walk closer to him again, but this time I punch him right in the face.

Shit. He still doesn't move. This is ridiculous.

I walk away and go to the door. I have to think of a different way to wake him up, but I won't be able to come up with something unless I rest. I'll come tomorrow after the test, if I still have one anyw-

"H-Hold on!" a strong gasp is followed by those words. "D-Don't go..."

I turn around and see that the Creep Guy is looking at me. I point my phone's flashlight at him and he looks away. Next thing I do is walk near him.

"P-Please, d-don't hit me again." he says, his voice deep and hoarse, his eyes looking and the ground.

"Wait a minute," I say. If I've learned something from the past few weeks, is that the Creep Guy has a British accent and it's clear that this guy doesn't have one. "You're not him, are you?"

I take another look at his face; ignoring all the bruises and dried blood, he could be my age.

"I-" his voice is interrupted by his own cough. He spits some blood on the floor before continuing. "It's a long story, and you won't believe me."

I walk towards the wall that's in front of him and lay my back on it. "Try."

He sighs. "We are brothers." he pauses. "Me and the guy you call the "Creep Guy". Or at least you could say that we are."

My heart skips a beat and I swallow hard. "So that means you know him."

He nods. "Unfortunately. Nathan has the bad habit of doing whatever he likes, whenever he likes. Not caring about the consequences. "

"Nathan? That's his name?"

He nods, again. "He and our father share a bizarre connection. They were building together a new project that would give them all they ever wanted; power."

I remember what Mr. Sargent told Luca and I back at the School. "I was walkin' on one of the hallways when I heard somethin' 'bout a 'perfect plan' and 'collectin' the perfect data to move on to the next stage'." When we asked him who were talking, he said it were two politicians which names he didn't know. Also, he said that they seemed like "father-and-son."