“Where are we going, really? Am I being kidnapped?”
“Just be quiet, will you? I should have just left you to die,” Jacque kept his eyes on the road, an annoyed expression on his face.
“I should have died back there. That should have been the last straw,” Bane protested. “I should have died.”
“But you didn’t. Twice. You tried twice, and failed twice. And there is a very low possibility that you will succeed the third time.”
“I’m…I’m not human, is that it? Is that the only explanation?” Bane’s heart was racing. “I didn’t die falling off a building, or being hit by a speeding truck. I…I’m a freak. I’m a monster.”
“Yes, you are,” Jacque agreed, swerving the Audi around the bend of a road.
“Holy sh-,” Bane put a hand in his messy dark hair. “What do I do?”
“Just don’t try to kill yourself ever again,” Jacque said. “And that’s a warning.”
“What is this place?” Bane asked again, half-stumbling down the stairs. “Where are you taking me?” he had been asking the same question ever since they had arrived.
“I need you to stay here in the meantime while we work things out, you understand?” Jacque said, leading Bane into some sort of prison cell.
“You’re keeping me prisoner?” he gripped the metal bars with two hands as Jacque closed the door, and locked him in. “Hey, don’t you dare walk away from me!”
“I’ll be back for you, I promise,” Jacque said.
“You can’t just leave me here! You son of a b-!” Bane shouted, but it was no use. Jacque was gone within seconds. “Son of a b-!” he yelled after him.
“Hello? Is someone there?” Bane turned when he heard a woman’s voice. She sounded terrified. He looked around, but frowned when he didn’t see anybody. “I’m here,” she said, and an arm slid through a hole in the wall. He gasped when he thought the arm wasn’t attached to a body, but then realized that there was someone on the other side, next to his cell.
“Who are you?” Bane crouched down so he could peer through the hole. He caught sight of a woman, about forty years old, teary-eyed and shaking violently, probably from fright. She was staring straight at him.
“I’m Jane,” she replied, pushing strands of brown hair away from her face. “Who are you?”
“My name is Bane,” he said, studying her. “How long have you been here? And do you know what the hell is going on?”
“I’ve been here for three days, and I’m asking myself the same question. Did someone just kidnap you?”
“I…I let him take me away,” Bane said after a moment. “He didn’t kidnap me.He said he could help me, so I trusted him.”
“Who?”
“Jacque,” he said, clenching his fists. “He said he would explain everything that has happened to me.”
“What…Is there anything wrong with you?”
“Everything is wrong with me, Jane. Every damn thing,” he shook his head solemnly, slid to the floor, turning his back towards her as he leant against the grimy stone wall.
“What…what happened to you?” she sounded concerned. “Why did they put you here?”
“I…I’m not human. I’m a monster. I kill, and I feed on people. I…I kill innocent people unknowingly. I really think I’m going insane,” he explained. “I killed my wives, and a nurse, and…I don’t know what’s going to happen next. Every moment I’m alive means that everyone is in danger.”
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HUNT, OR BE HUNTED
Mystery / ThrillerHe was always blacking out, always confused, losing control of his actions. And when he did, he would have no memory of it. What he didn't know was that there was a monster inside him, a monster that he couldn't control. Once it took over, not a sin...
