The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 39 (Oliver)

I woke back up again; this time being greeted by the same, familiar, voice. I haven't been here awhile now. Just a day at most, I guessed. Maybe more, maybe I have completely lost it and it's been weeks. I don't know. They wouldn't do anything that could break me. I was as cold as stone to this stuff. I've been through worse, that I knew. If they were to torture me to get some type of information out of me, well good luck. I didn't know what exactly I had to hide. If they are another group of Cannibal's, and somehow knew I killed off their brethren, then I was shit out of luck I guess. I had no weapons, not even the machete to defend myself. One way or another this was going to be bad. Speaking of that, I didn't even know why I was here yet. I still had that part to figure out. 

"Oliver, come on, get up and we will let you out. We will sit down and talk. But this doesn't mean you are free, you're far from me," The same person from earlier announced. I still couldn't see who the person was and couldn't determine if the voice alone was man or woman. It honestly sounded in the middle.

"Talk? Sure we will 'talk'. Right after I bash your fucking head off a wall," I angrily spat at them. Okay, who knows what their plan was. But I still had to brace myself for the worst. Maybe now, we would figure out who the person was that was talking to me. 

"Get up. Now!" The person demanded of me. I just did what they told me to and got up, with pain still surging through my leg from getting shot. I don't even think they tried to clean the wound out or anything. They didn't even stitch it up. The gate opened, and the person stepped inside of the jail cell to lead me out. I still couldn't figure out who it was. "Try anything risky, you'll get thrown back in here immediately, with another bullet hole in that knee cap," They warned me. Truth was, I wasn't going to try anything stupid. I'm not that dumb. I'm not going to try and harm this person. They could be armed, and one wrong move, and bam, I'm done for.

They lead me out of the jail cell room, and on the other side was a main entrance, to what looked like a prison. Most of the lights were off or dimmed. I looked over at the person and they were wearing a mask. The same mask that the person that shot me wore. Was it the same person? Probably. But maybe all the people in the group wore masks. I didn't know. 

"Were you the one that shot me?" I asked, while wincing in pain from walking down the steps to an office they were leading me too. 

"No questions until we get to my office," They informed me. Well then, guess I had to wait. We walked further to another room, which said on the door: "Chief." Now this could be from before the outbreak happened, and the office was just taken by a random stranger. But my gut told me otherwise. This person was mostly likely the leader standing by me. I looked up and down the slender figure of the person next to me. I had no idea if they had a gun on them or not. I couldn't see it, but they could be hiding it very well. The person opened the door, and led me in. There were two chairs in the office, one was behind an old, rotted desk. One was in front of it facing it. This had to be the leader. I was sure of it. There was no doubt in my mind now. "Here, take a seat, Oliver," The person more commanded me to do so, instead of inviting me to sit. I sat down in the chair, while wincing in pain again. The chair was extremely old squeaked while I sat down in it. It was made of metal but it showed signs of extreme rust and erosion. The person went behind the desk, and slowly took the mask off. The person was a girl. She had long blonde hair, a small chipmunk like face, and very bug-eyed. I wasn't shocked by it in the very least. I was calm, I actually wan't nervous at all. I still had questions to why I was here. "Now, let me answer the most common question for you, you may be wondering Why am I here? What group is this? Am I the leader? I'll answer that for you, and then you can ask questions, so we have a mutual understanding. Agreed?" She told me, in weirdly nice way. Something about her was off. I didn't know what it was, but it didn't matter much right now. She continued, "First off, we are a group of people called, "The Brotherhood of Harmony." Secondly, what do we do? We are a group of people that doesn't kill Beasts. We protect them. We believe since they were once human they deserve to live. We are also researching a cure to hopefully bring them back to their once human form again. We saw you and this girl killing them, so we arrested you. As for her we left her there. I was the one that shot you. I did all of it. With the help of my girlfriend, Rain. And yes, I am the leader, my name is Autumn. Only I am allowed to have any type of weapons." What the fuck? She doesn't believe in killing Beasts and the rest of their little group is defenseless besides her? The fucking Beasts kill people. Is she that fucking stupid? What the fuck?  What a condescending, hypocritical, dumb little girl. She didn't look that much older than me, either, maybe 25 at most. What set me off the most is that they left Naomi there, unconscious. She could've gotten hurt. Oh fuck, maybe she is. Maybe she's already dead. Fucking hell. Now I am more pissed off than when I initially even got kidnapped and woke up here. This fucking bitch would pay, even if Naomi was okay. And she liked other women? Not that I had a problem with it, it's that I never heard of it before. Didn't care about that, though.

"So... You don't kill Beasts. You do know they are a threat and attack on sight, right? You can't be that fucking stupid," I coldly verbalized. 

"Excuse me?" She snarled at me. Oh no, did I piss off the leader? Would the fucking dike yell at me? Fuck her.

"Exactly what I said. You fucking hypocritical cunt. You're the only one allowed to have any type of weapons? Not even your girlfriend is allowed to defend herself? Is she as stupid as you?" I sarcastically questioned her.

"Calm down. We just believe in peace is all. We don't want anyone to get hurt," She calmly spoke to me, trying to diminish the situation.

"Don't want anyone to get hurt?! You fucking shot me! And knocked out my friend!" I snapped back at her.

"Oliver, listen I-"

"No fuck you! And how the fuck do you know my name?! Is Naomi okay can you at least fucking tell me that?" I demanded of her.

"I heard your name being shouted by the girl several times after she woke up. She is okay. We watched her," She admitted to me. Another thing is why did she let Naomi go? Why didn't she take her with me?

"Okay, then why did you leave her there and only take me?" I pressed.

"Because we believed she could do good. I think she was brainwashed by you," She explained. Brainwashed? How? Naomi was on her own for three fucking years killing Beasts.

"How the fuck does that work? She was on her own three years before she met me! She fucking was killing Beasts in that time you condescending bitch!" I hollered at her.

"Well I-"

"No, she had abandonment issues you fucking whore! Her dad left her to join a group of Cannibals! She didn't even know where he went!" I screamed and spat in her face.

"Enough is enough. You're going back in to think about your crimes," She told me, still, weirdly calmly. I didn't even know if I would make it out of here. She never said I would so I assumed this was permanent. I wasn't even going to try to do anything to escape. Not yet, not until I've seen everything this place has to offer. She led me back to the jail cell, before she left me, she cleaned out my wound, but didn't bother to try and stitch it. Guess that's what I get for being an asshole. But it was well deserved. Naomi, if you're out there, please don't give up. I promise I will be out soon.