Mistry Behind Chalcones

CHAPTER 14

"Do you know who I am?" The man in the specks asked him with a cold look. He was holding a small silver dagger to his neck.
"Yes I know you, you..." He was cut short by the third guy as he entered the hell hole. The man had a mask. It was as if he was hiding the scars on his face.

"Kill him," the man said. "He does not have what we want," the man said with a deep monstrous voice. It sounded like something was stuck in his throat. The second man who Amos had recognized grimly smiled as he looked at him. He seemed to had waited for this moment since the time he had hit Amos in the back of head. The time was now. "His time to die," The man in the glasses said as they went out. Amos was left alone with the psycho of a guy.

"No! No!" Amos pleaded but his words fell on deaf ears. "Alfred please, don't do this," he continued as the ropes on his arms were loosened. He threw a punch and hit Alfred on the back of his head. A punch to the jugular, Alfred dropped and fell with a thud on the dirty floor. Amos dashed and ran straight for one of the three doors. The door which he had seen all the men come and leave through. The door was locked from the outside. "Help! Help me!" He screamed, expecting someone to come to his aid. Then he heard a gunshot, then his arm got heavy and cold. Alfred had shot him on the arm. He collapsed.

On waking up he found himself tied onto large rocks, Heavy rock. He was surrounded by water. "Sea! Oh no!" Were his last words. The last words he would ever utter. He looked behind him and there stood Alfred with a bottle of vodka in his hands. "Bye Mr." He said as he pushed Amos into the water. Childhood memories flashed through his mind like a movie as he slowly choked from the water. His whole life had gone through his mind in three minutes. Then everything went dark as he drew his last breath.

Why Amos?