Forgotten

8th Chapter: Warehouse Dream

" Byron" A voice mumbled.

"Hey Byron, wake up!" The voice whispered again.

Byron woke up confused where he is. " Where the hell am I?"

His body that was upside down, ropes tethered rigidly straining his feet. There were empty sacks and ancient monoliths that existed in his left, while in his right a table with shattered glasses stained by oozing blood and beer disperse all over inundating down the floor.

Thelma with bruises all over her face, wearing white sleeveless shirt etched by grimes everywhere and long jeans, her hand waving in front of his face.
" Listen, we need to get out of here. We don't have time, they are coming!"

Thelma stab her knife straight to the rope. Byron fell head first causing a ruckus inside his head, then raging pain flooded in. He groaned when Thelma helped his parched wounded topless body rise up. She carried his right shoulder as they walked with languid movements.

Lifeless bodies lying everywhere on the floor.
" Did you killed all of them?" Byron said.
Thelma nodded in response. Her face was guilty like she'd never killed a man before.

They turned left and right until they heard footsteps tracking them, so they hid behind a tattered blue vessel nearby.

" Find those sheep. They could be anywhere. They have no chance of getting out!" A low sinister voice but vehement ignited their goosebumps.

" Who the heck are the-" Byron ushered the dead blonde man lying beside them on the ground.

Before Byron could finish, Thelma placed a finger on his lips.

" I heard you." The sinister voice lacerated the tranquility.

Suddenly, hands grasp Byron's and Thelma's legs behind, Byron tried to grasp onto the vessel and kicked backwards , it smacked a man's head, then he hop above the vessel and ran. As he turned left, he saw a solitary figure wearing red hoodie that veiled his face. He had no weapon but he held a red electric guitar. He removed the hood with his left hand and the man turned out to be Ryan.

" Here we are again!" Ryan raised his electric guitar up high with his right hand. " Hmmm, looks like not only you will die, but two of you. This is fascinating, I don't expect someone to care for you, well here she is."

Thelma stood few distances away from Byron, beside her were two men- each gripping her arms. Ryan's gaze immersed to Thelma. " I think I know her." Ryan wandered around, his left hand under his chin while his head jerk up and down simultaneously.

Byron looked back and saw pale restless Thelma.
" Oh! I know who you are! Thelma the valedictorian of our batch! I remember the day I wailed for the third time in my life. Sitting my ass down in the bleachers gawking at my classmates standing up to get their awards and certificates with their parents. But I'm the only one in that room that had no one to superimpose any medals down to my neck cause the truth hurts! I'm just adopted by selfish biological parents, later then they left me stranded at the streets." Ryan padded his eyes with handkerchief.

" So how did you get out?" Byron changed the topic and asked Ryan with curiosity.

" From the police?" Ryan pause and took a deep breath. "You know life is easy if you have money." Ryan stepped forward. " Remember the Nazi leader ? The detective that you had social issues with? I inveigled him to be on my side cause I helped him with regards of his daughter that almost passed away due to the lack of money and financial problems, so he began to begged and kneeled down in front of a rockstar. He's fortunate there's someone who'll support his life as long as his loyalty will be with me or else I have no choice but to shove him to morgue. F.Y.I, his real name is Adolf Hitler, in fact his name is resurrected born to be dead if his kismet is already said, the cycle just repeats itself.

"What did you just said? I'm born to be dead?" The detective said incredulously and appeared in the inconspicuous subdued light. " Ok, I'll make this crystal clear. First ,I am not Hitler, history doesn't repeat itself!" He prodded Ryan's chest, blue eyes met Ryan's brown eyes. " Second, my real name is Marcus Rogers."

" Alright. Calm down, I invited you here so that we can have a reunion with our old friends." Ryan gesturing to Byron and Thelma.

Marcus hitched his head to the right to see Byron spitting saliva down to the cold cement.
"I only know that freak. What about that chick?" Marcus smirked.

" Oh, I forgot to introd-" Ryan was about to introduce Thelma to Marcus, but Byron splice his words out.

" How dare you call me freak!" Byron rushed forward to punch Marcus but he sidestepped and dodged, instead his hand hit the strings of the electric guitar when Ryan defended Marcus by the means of it.

The contact widened the space between them, its impact caused Byron to falter and tumble.

" Aha!" Ryan cackled." Guards, get your hands off our Majesty!" The guards left the three of them alone.

Ryan pulled Marcus towards Thelma.

" Thelma, please meet Marcus. Marcus, meet Thelma." Ryan got them face to face. He was expecting them to shake hands but they just stared each other's eyes.

" Do you know each other? I expect the both of you to shake each other's hands."

Forced by Ryan's words, Marcus initiated to shake Thelma's hand.

" There you go. I have a grand celebration waiting for the both of you. This will be fun." Ryan said facetiously.

"Nate, take them to the reception." Ryan dialed and called Nathan in his phone.

Few minutes had passed, it's just Byron and Ryan left inside the warehouse.

"What's going on? Why are you doing this to me?" Byron was kneeling down that he didn't make any movement. His body spasmed violently caused by the electrical charge planted inside the strings.

" I'm doing this for the welfare in the future." Ryan sneered, his eyebrows furrowed.

" What do you mean?" Byron slurred with a puzzled expression.

" You won't understand. Someday you will, at the right time and at the right place. But for now I have no choice but to torture you."

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