The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 37 (Oliver)

(Oliver's Perspective)

I woke up in a pitch black room. Actually, I wasn't sure what it was honestly. I just assumed it was a room. The area surrounding me was a pitch black abyss. I looked around to find any source of lighting, but unfortunately there wasn't any. I walked around for a bit. The ground beneath me felt like cement. I walked forwards, limping, and winching in pain. Oh right, I was shot. I came up to a steel bar wall. I knew it. I was in a prison. That fucker that shot me and put me here would have hell to pay. I would kill him, I knew that much. Then I heard a steel door slam. Then a small, flickering light came on in the middle of this room. There was another jail cell on the other side, with the flickering light being in the middle. Then I heard faint footsteps walking towards me. I prepared for the worst. I saw a figure in a black coat, with a hoodie over his head. I couldn't make out facial features as the light flickered bad, and he was in a still somewhat dark part of the room.

"Well, well, look what we have here!" The person spoke in a calm tone. Who the fuck was this? They had to have a reason to kidnap me. They wouldn't do it for no reason. Was it the cannibals?

"Where am I?" I yelled at him. 

"In a sanctuary, my dear friend," They vaguely answered me, while still calm. Who the fuck was this? 

"Who are you? Are you the cannibals?" I pressed. 

"Nope." The person replied. How could this person do this to me? They kidnapped and shot me. I was pissed. Then I remembered... They knocked Naomi out. Now I was fuming.

"Where is she? WHERE IS NAOMI?!" I screamed at the person, while holding onto the steel bars.

"She's in a good place. Don't worry about her. She's better off without you, you pathetic waste of skin," They informed me. This fucker was going to get their head bashed off a wall. I was going to kill this piece of shit. She better be okay. If she isn't, I will fucking murder them, and if there are any other people in on this, I would kill every last one of them too.

"At least tell me where I am," I begged them, then sighed. 

"In due time, Oliver, in due time," They stated to me, then walked off. 

"Come the fuck back! Tell me were Naomi is! Tell me where I am! Tell me why you kidnapped me! PLEASE!" I begged and pleaded, while tearing up. The lights shut off, and the door closed. This was it for me. They were going to keep me for torture. This was the end of the road for me.. I started crying more and more. I hoped Naomi was safe. Fuck. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I let her die like that. I just hoped she was okay. For the first time in my life, I prayed to god.