"What's next?" Nate asks.
"We wait." The deep dark mysterious voice says.
"Wait for what?" Nate asks.
"Until it is time for more death." The voice croaks.
"I have a real quick question." Nate interrupts.
"Yes?" The voice croaks again.
"May I see your face?" Nate asks politely. "It's just that I admire your work and I really want to put a face to the amazing name you've made for yourself."
For the first time, the figure steps out of the fog.
TWO MONTHS EARLIER
Nate slowly opens his eyes and he sees nothing but black.
He tries to move but he feels that he is tied up. He tries to yell for help but his mouth is taped shut.
His anxiety levels suddenly reach an all time high and he squirms around as if it's going to do anything. His thoughts spin out of control. Where am I? Who kidnapped me? Why am I here? What do they plan to do to me? What's going to happen?
He can't help it. He feels hopeless.
Minutes feel like hours and every passing moment feels like infinity. He does not even know what time it is.
He lays there, beginning to starve. He wonders what happened, if he was simply knocked out or if he was drugged.
'I am terrified,' Nate admits to himself.
Finally, the door to wherever he is opens. Nate still can't see because there is a blindfold over his eyes.
"Oh, look. You're finally awake." The man says.
Nate recognizes that voice but he can't quite put his finger on whose voice exactly it is.
"Well good." The man says with a bit of a giggle, "This means things will be more painful."
Nate begins to cry and squirm, clearly panicking.
"Calm down," the man laughs, "I was only kidding. Slightly."
The man snickers and starts to drag Nate out. Nate tries to kick as he realizes he was in a closet.
The mysterious man drags him out of the closet and Nate starts to see a little bit of light come through at the ends of the blindfold.
Nate suddenly feels air beneath him and a jerk, as the man is picking him up and slamming him into a chair.
"Now, which hand do you use?" The man asks. "Turn your head to your left if it's your left. Turn your head to your right if its your right. Don't wonder why I'm asking because I'll tell you."
Nate turns his head to his left.
"Left?" The man asks.
Nate confirms with a nod.
"Alright, thank you." The man says, with a menacing laugh.
He pauses.
"I asked because I need to know which hand you use, obviously." The man says. "I need to know which hand to put the gun in after I kill you so it will look like a suicide."
A tear escapes Nate's eye.
"Kill yourself." The man says in a deep tone of voice.
The man pauses before laughing and continuing, "What makes this just so hilarious and ironic is that you're actually going to end up killing yourself!"
Nate squirms and tries to scream yet again but his mouth is taped shut. He feels hopeless.
The man finally rips off Nate's duct tape so he can talk.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Nate screeches, dying to know the truth.
"You know who I am." The mysterious man says.
"NO, I DO NOT! TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!" Nate baselessly threatens.
"Alright." The man says. "I actually want you to see me to make sure that you know who I am before you kill yourself."
The mysterious man finally takes off Nate's blindfold.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please vote & comment. Don't miss the next chapter in which guns WILL go off.
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I Died 8 Minutes Ago
Mistério / Suspense"My name is Nate Walker and I died 8 minutes ago." What would you do if someone ran up to you and told you this? Most likely, you wouldn't believe the person telling you. Perhaps you would dismiss it as a joke, or just someone being silly. Of course...
