Regen

Chapter 2

The women once again visited my dreams, again she screamed and once more i left her
burning in the room…
Jonathan awoke in the bed in a cold sweat springs digging into my spine. The room was a bright
white this time with only a ratty old cott in the corner that he was lying on. He was lying there
cold when a man walked in… a seemingly old brittle man to the sight but he walked with a
determination.
“Good evening jonathan” said the old man
“I don’t mean to be rude but who the hell are you.” he said confused
“I am a friend Jonathan” the old man spoke calmly but with deep firmness “do not have fear”
“I don't do friends so what do you want” he said with spite
“Fine, then i will not be your friend but your enemy, I am now your master everything you do will
be what i want understand son?” the man said as he straightened up with a fierce look
“Hey grandpa calm down” Jonathan chuckled
The man lifted up his cane and struck jonathan right in the jaw the blow was devastating and
jonathan was out before he knew what hit him.
“Wakey wakey jonathan” a quiet voice said
Jonathan opened his eyes to see the old man once again hovering over his head. Jonathan
looked up at him confused and angry, for a ten year old he was strong and big he was five foot
seven and one hundred and sixty pounds. Ever since he was born his father had secretly
trained him in self defence without his mother knowing, she was appalled by the very thought of
violence.
“Good job on the sub Jonathan, although you did destroy every single damned piece of
information but other than that very well” the old man angrily said “i knew you would know what
to do”
“No it was just a dream” thought Jonathan “i died on the ship it couldn’t be real…”
“I know what you’re thinking Jonathan and i know you’re very confused. But everything will be
explained in time” the man said calmly “just rest easy and know this… you survived”
With this the2 old man left the room leaving Jonathan angry and more importantly confused.
As Jonathan lay there silently on the cott a lady walked in, in her hands was a cup of chocolate
milk. She silently sat beside him waiting till he drank the hot chocolate. As he put the cup to his
lips the lady spoke.
Quietly but firmly she spoke “Don't worry Jonathan” she paused “soon everything will be alright”
The lady barely let the last words come out of her mouth before she silently hustled out, as she
closed the door she gave a look of despair and desolation to him. She reminded him of his mom
her sweet calm voice… her soft footsteps and huddled manner.
Jonathan lay there in a moment of complete ecstasy upon the first good thing which had
happened in the course of the day. He was in such deep thought that he did not notice when the
door was opened and the old man walked in.
“Jonathan” he said “i have time to see you and i will now explain.”
Finally i can make a move thought jonathan
“Follow me” said the old man in a hurried voice
Jonathan was led down a series of hallways just like his bedroom pure white and no tells too
where they might be, he followed the old man for so long that he could no longer count the lefts
and rights that they made and soon gave up.
“Sit here please” said the man as he left
Jonathan sat down. His dad had always taught him to assess his situation before making any
choices. First he had to see what information he had, which at the time was nothing, next was to
find materials that can help to defend or to aid him in anyway possible that he needed. On the
table was a full meal prepared, with plates, forks, and of course knives. As Jonathan was about
to reach for the knife he realized he couldn't act suspicious. Instead he reached for a glass
which seemed to be filled with water, suddenly Jonathan sneezed and sent the glass hurtling to
the ground, it hit with a crash and shattered everywhere. Jonathan knelt down to act as if he
was cleaning up the glass. As he was on the ground he slipped one of the longer sharper pieces
up his sleeve. He slipped another into his sock just to be careful.
Just as he finished cleaning up the glass the doors opened, a man with a purple robe with a
large knife in a sheath on his chest came in. The old man quietly followed in his footsteps like a
dog.
“Hello Jonathan my name is brandy” spoke the man in purple “You have already met my
associate, Mr. jackson”
Jonathan stood up in a challenging manner knowing he could easily take out the so called Mr.
jackson and if he could get his hands on that knife, then he could take out brandy as well. As
Brandy drew near Jonathan lunged the glass was pull out of his sleeve and within seconds was
buried deep in the throat of Mr. jackson. Brandy reached for his knife but was cut short by the
second piece of glass, which was in Jonathans sock, come straight into his leg. Jonathan
pushed Brandy to the ground and grabbed his knife. Before he had the chance to stab him
Jonathan heard the bang of a gun, he was confused as he staggered to the ground. His knees
dropped and he heard a hiss of noise as the dark began to come.
“Regen” hissed brandy through clenched teeth, as the light faded Brandy spat on him and
turned around “see you soon John”
The light faded… darkness… nothing.