Jean awoke with a throbbing pain in his side. He looked around to find himself in a completely white room with nothing in it but a desk and himself. He was sitting in a chair, and thankfully, wasn't tied up. He got up and searched the empty space. Then a door to his left opened and a man that looked in his fortys entered.
"Sit down." He took a seat and I followed his motions and sat down in my seat.
"First of all, your mom is much better and is recovering from her surgery."
"Surgery?!"
"Silence! You only speak when I say you can speak! Now, where was I? Oh, yes, your mom is fine. Anyways, what you did back at the hospital is considered a crime. You should be in jail right now but I'm letting you go this time as you were only helping your mom. But next time you do something your out of luck. Kapeesh?"
"Y-"
"Silence! Now go, go home. And don't let me catch you up to no good or else there will be consequences..." Jean was dismissed with a warning and walked home, eager to see his mom...if she was even there, that is.
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The Tinkerer
Ficção Histórica22 year old Jean Vargas is a tinkerer living during World War 2 in England. One day while he was repairing an old gun from world war 2, he discovers the secret to world peace. Not everyone is supportive at first, but when his step-brother robs a tra...
