I heard a door slam. I slowly opened my eyes and the blinding light above me felt hot on my skin. My eyes were dry and weak to even open. I closed my dry mouth. My lips were cracked and dry. I tried licking them but only the tip of my tongue came out. I recognize Jackass' silhouette.
I let my head hang forward. I was wheezing because my mouth was dry. I tried to sneeze but the feeding tube was down my nose. I tried shaking it off a little but it didn't come off. I could feel it tickle the back of my throat and how irritated I felt because it was in my nose and throat. I moved my eyes up at Jackass who was sitting at the table.
The intercom beeped, indicating that it was on.
"Thanks for leaving me here for days." I managed to say.
My voice was hoarse and croaking since my throat was extremely dry. I looked up at Jackass who was sitting there, reading stuff of on the notepad before writing something down. I see him look up as he wrote down something. Maybe how I looked or felt. Because I felt like crap.
"I was going to come either way." Jackass shook it off.
I chuckled slightly before I let my head hang forward. I looked down at my bloody jeans and shirt. It was covered in blood and dirt in most parts. The short stuck to my skin as I was covered in my own sweat. The light above me was hot as it shone down on me. But, that was the least of my worries.
"So, I need you to continue from where we left off." He spoke after a few minutes of silence.
"No." I croaked.
"No?" Jackass said, taken aback at my refusal.
I leaned forward, with a disappointed look on my face.
"No." I clarified.
Jackass stayed quiet before he electrocuted me. That woke me up. I screamed out in pain as I arched my back. I dug my nails into the leather of the chair. And when it was done, I fell back into the chair, breathless.
"Tell me the rest of the story and I'll stop electrocuting you." Jackass spoke.
"You son of a bitch." I said breathlessly.
I was electrocuted again. I was in pain again. I was breathless again when he stopped. I glared at him.
"Goddammit, stop electrocuting me!" I shouted
"Tell me the story!" He shot back as he slammed his hands on the table.
"I'll give you a short one." I said panting.
Jackass leaned back and crossed his arms on his chest. I waited for a second before I sat back down on the chair, waiting for the pain in my body to be gone. And when I was ready to speak, I spoke.
"When Sam and I went to the bride's house to ask a few questions about the groom. But she wasn't there. So when Sam and I were about to leave until- you won't believe who was answered the door." I let out a breathy laugh.
~
"Mr. Wilson?" Sam asked.
The groom nodded, as he stepped out of his house. I was shocked and surprised and confused. The groom seemed normal. He had that nerdy orange, blue and white striped shirt one and those horrible khakis pants. The groom didn't have any cut or bruises on his skin or face. His hair was swiped to the side with gel looking ridiculous as ever.
I took a step back and Sammy did the same when the groom stepped forward. When I looked over at Sam he was just confused and shocked as I was. I
"How can I help you, gentlemen?" He perked up with a smile.
I almost flinched when I heard how squeaky and high his voice was.
"You're home?" Sam confusingly asked.
Mr. Wilson nodded. He acted like nothing even happened. Like he wasn't even missing for almost three weeks. He seemed pretty normal about it.
"Is your fiancé home?" Sam asked.
Wilson shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Just by looking at this man, there was something different. Though I've never met him until now, but I could sense there was something off about him. I looked behind him where I could see the inside of his house. I looked around and it was normal. I looked down at the floor, I tensed up when I saw scratch marks on the hardwood floors that led to the door under the stairs.
And before I could think twice, I pulled out my gun. I pushed the man inside. Wilson tripped on his feet as he fell backward. Sam stepped backward in surprise before he looked around the street and neighbourhood. And once it was all clear, he closed the door.
"Dean, what the hell?" Sam sneered.
"The scratch marks on the floor." I said pointing the gun at the floor just a couple feet away from me.
Sam confusingly looked at me before his eyes moved toward where my gun was pointing at. I see Sam tense up too before he walked toward the scratch marks as I kept my eyes on the man on the floor with my gun pointing at the middle of his chest.
"What are you?" I asked.
The man laughed before he blinked.
"These bullets are silver. If you're a shifter, or a werewolf, you'll die quickly." I sneered.
He had a smug look on his face as he grinned evilly.
"And if I'm not?" He said.
I grinned too and said, "guess we'll find out."
I was about to pull the trigger but, my eyes widen when his eyes turned pitch black.
"Sam!" I yelled.
I reached to the back of my pants, but I was thrown backward by force. I flew off the porch. And before everything went black when hit my head as I landed cemented pathway. I saw Sam run outside and he was knocked out cold by another figure behind him.
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"Is there more to your story?" Jackass asked before the intercom beeped off.
I chuckled softly as I looked down at my lap. I briefly closed my eyes before I lifted my head up. I could feel my muscles in my body tense. With exhaustion, my eyes closed and my breathing was slow and heavy. And behind my eyelids, I saw the numbers appear. The woman's voice was horrific. She kept saying the numbers over and over again until my ears were ringing.
Sitting there with my head pounding and muscles aching from exhaustion was like dying. I was slowly dying from thirst.
It was so sudden when I felt nothing. The last thing I heard was yelling.
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