Ah I see you are interested now aren't you eh? Yes, my childhood was an interesting one, not one to be proud of for sure. But that does not mean It was not interesting no? That fateful Christmas Eve would be anything but not interesting...
McNally drove for a little while, in a direction I could not be sure of. I was sure, however, that this was not the direction of the police station. I finally found the nerve to ask of him this puzzling question of just where we were going.
"Ah decided to speak eh? Well good, the silence was beginning to kill me". For some reason the accent I was hearing from him was that of an American.
"Sir. You don't sound british sir, you sound like an American. Whats going on? Are you even a cop?" At this point I had begun to panic, not knowing if this has all just been some plot to get me in the car with him where he could take me off and... I shuddered at this train of thought.
"Oh yes, sorry about that. You see, thats all just part of being the Missani ya know?" Seeing the puzzled look on my face he pulled the car over to the shoulder and turned back to me with a serious look on his face.
"Son... do you not know what that word means?" I shook my head no as I wondered if maybe I had been picked up by a madman.
"But you're last name. Beem right? That is the name of the ruling family of the..." He went silent. Then suddenly turned back to the wheel and drove off quickly, flicking on his lights. As we raced down the road I noticed that we were getting near to a city, a large one, I wasn't really sure where though.
"Hey man, I dont know what this is all about or who the Messani or whatever you said are, I was just trying to grab some goods for a nice Christmas Eve present to myself yeah? Just, lemme go and I'll pay back the guy everything, I swear." He didn't reply, instead choosing to pick up speed as we raced through the streets of this large foreboding city. It was weird though. There were no other cars, nobody walking around in the streets and all the lights were off. I was getting a strong sense of forbedement at this point and was starting to consider trying to jump this guy while he was driving, when suddenly we turned into a dark mansions gates.
This place was huge, with Iron gates and stone walls, while the masnion itself was built like a modern day fortress with what seemed to be machine gun implacements and guard turrets everywhere I looked, but with no-one manning them. We drove up to the main entrance and pulled to a stop. McNally pulled me out and we walked up to the door and he rang the doorbell. I could just barely hear the chime from inside.
Instantly at least five different spotlights swung towards us, and as men with guns and other weapons came pouring out of nowhere, the front door opened to reveal a group of men clothed all in black, but with a single stripe of colour on their tight fitting T-shirts and jeans. There were four of them each with a colour, these being Green, an angry Blue, a blood Red and an enticing Purple. These men walked down the steps with an air of confidence and with what seemed to be contempt. Then the one walking in the middle (the guy with the blood red stripe) saw me and stopped dead in his tracks. He was a good 5'11 and with a muscular build, dark hair and flashing red and black eyes he probably could stop a lot of girls in their tracks. But none of this mattered, because i realized something as he and I stared into eachothers eyes.
We were twins. Yeah sounds crazy I know, but every detail except for our eyes must have been the same. My body was a bit emaciated after the months of living on the streets, but that was to be expected, and my hair was done in a slightly different way. But other than that and our eyes there was no difference in us. He slowly walked down to me and stopped in front of me, his eyes scanning me with the look of one checking an enemy before he deals a blow.
"McNally. Who is this. Explain yourself.
McNally shuffled over a bit closer. "I picked him up from the streets not two hours ago sir. He was being chased by a human who had taken an interest in his thieving activities. I took him off his hands and brought him to you once he told me his name. Its Matthias Beem sir. He's a Beem, one of the-" The young mans hand in the air cut him off.
"I know very well what that means he is McNally, remember who you are speaking to. You." He looked me up and down one more time.
"How is it we have not seen each-other before this time? You must have realized the similarities between us also, or else you'd be a bloody imbecile." I flushed red with anger and felt the heat rising in my veins. I had to control myself by taking deep breaths and focusing on the ground. He had taken a step back and was looking at me in shock now. The one in green stepped forward.
"Damien. Surely it cannot be true. This is not even possible." Damien looked at me and then turned to the speaker.
"I would have said the same thing not five minutes ago Brutus were it not that this, person, was standing before us now. We must convene before the rest of the council as soon as possible. For now." He turned to McNally. "Keep him under lock and key, and don't speak of this to anyone. Brutus, Keeli, Natash and myself will decide what must be done with him." With that he and the others turned and walked back in the dark mansion closing the doors behind them. I turned to McNally and noticed that all the guards seemed to have dissapeared into thin air.
"Just what in the world have you flipping got me into?" I shouted to McNally. He had dragged me out into the middle of nowhere, and now it appeared I was to be kept a prisoner here for who knows how long.
"Don't give me that tone young man. I am you're elder by who knows how much. Now come with me so we can find a suitable place for you." He dragged me off to a dark building off to the side of the main compound. Inside was a hallway with a row of doors down either side, one of which was to be my new home.
We stopped in front of door number five. He opened it and pushed me inside.
"Now don't try anything and maybe you wont get hurt boy. I don't know how it is you look so much like the Captain, but I won't be treating you like I treat him. Get some rest, see you in the morning pretty boy."
With that he shut the door and locked it, leaving me in the pitch black of a room with no window. My senses started to overload as I began to feel like I was trapped in a box, a never ending crushing box. I collapsed onto the floor and covered my ears and closed my eyes
Then I started to scream.
