No More Kid Stuff.

No More Kid Stuff Chapter Two.

I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head as I awake on a cold damp floor. I groan and open my eyes, looking around me. I can barely see a thing. Its pitch black in here and as far as I can tell, I’m alone. I have no idea where my Dad is. Last time I saw him was when those people came out from the woods and attacked us. Now I’m here. I try to push myself into a sitting position but it’s no use. My hands are tied tightly behind my back to a thick, metal pole. I attempt to feel around for a sharp object to cut my hands loose, or anything that can give me an Indication of where I am. No luck, just cold, hard concrete. I shiver wondering where my Dad is. None of this makes any sense. Why isn’t he here too? Why would they take us hostage instead of just killing us if they saw us as a threat? What use am I to them if I am tied up down here?

My stomach growls and my mouth is dry. I must have been down here for days by now. I start to panic. What if my dad was down here! What if they killed him? Am I really alone now! Does that mean I’m- “Snap out of it Carl!” I yell at myself.  “He is fine. You are fine. There must be a valid reason for all this. If they wanted me dead by now, I would be. So just calm down” I say reassuringly. Mentally, I slap myself for showing signs of weakness. I’m acting like a child. I can’t. No more kid stuff.

I’m snapped out of my trance when I hear heavy footsteps and silent talking above me. That’s when I realize I’m trapped in a basement. A cold, wet, dark, concrete basement all alone with no idea of where I am. Could things get any worse? I listen closely and try to make out what they people are saying. I can only identify a few words like; prison, close, child, the blonde and dead. My first thought is, how do they know where we came from? I start thinking. All these words must link together somehow and the bad part is, my father and I are a part of it.

The footsteps grow louder and the people are getting closer. I use all my strength to push myself up, ignoring the pain in my head but I freeze when I hear the small rattling noise of the doorknob and I find myself staring straight ahead of me. The door slowly starts to creak open and my body is taken over by fear. Fear of what’s going to happen and what’s going to come through that door. Light fills the dark room and I get blinded by it. I take a couple seconds to let my eyes adjust before look forwards again. Heavy footsteps walk down the stairs and I’m looking up at a huge somewhat familiar looking man.  “Who are you?” I ask trying to steady my voice. I see the man smirk a little before replying,

“Well boy, my name is Phillip Blake.”