Agent 42 (Fin~)

Chapter 5 - Captured

I was blindfolded the entire ride to, wherever we were going. I must be a really bad agent. I mean, who just gets captured by a mad man?

He was head of SCI, the corporation that me and Agent 51 work, or, worked for. Since someone took his job, he's always been a little bit crazy. Im sure at some point we'll get to hear his life story.

I felt the car stop. Then the door slammed. You know what they say ; when one door closes, the other one opens.

He opened my door and I felt a sharp pain in my arm. I felt very relaxed as my head slumped to the side.

When I awoke, my hands and feet had been chained to some sort of platform. I tried to wiggle free but it was no use. I heard footsteps coming towards me.

"I see your finally awake my love." He brushed my hair out from my eyes.

I tried speaking but I couldn't open my mouth, so it just came out as muffled mumbles. It had been taped shut. I couldn't call for help, or plead with him to let me go, or ask why he was doing this.

"I'm sorry I had to do this, it was the only way I could get you to listen to me. You see, i've always loved you. Since the day I first laid eyes upon you. You were the best agent we've ever hired. What happened Christine?" He sighed.

"And then there was those times where I would always ask you out for dinner, but every time, I would get shot down. Well now I finally have what i've always wanted, you." He started coughing and his eyes turned pitch black.

I could tell something was wrong with him, every few minutes he would hack like something was stuck in his throat. He was- a demon. His face, was veiny and pale. It was confirmed that he in fact was, sickly and evil.

He flashed his black eyes at me and winked.

"Please, call me Hades, if you can of course. Remember that, you're making me do this! This was your fault! Everything is, was, and always will be your fault!"

There was a long wooden table with many instruments laying about it. Hades took what looked like a box cutter and twirled the blade on the tip of his finger. I let out a small cry as he slid the cutter down my thigh. He wanted to scar me, not kill me. He wanted to keep me as his own tortured victim.

Air had gotten harder to inhale and my eyes were getting heavy. I could feel my warm blood slide down my freezing cold leg. The pain, was unbearable, nothing like I had ever felt before. I only knew of one thing at this moment. I knew that I had to escape this nightmare that had became my life.

He dipped his finger in my blood and smeared it down my cheek.

"Sleep tight, my love." He whispered softly in my ear, admired me, then walked away.