The long white hallway seems to go on forever, weak from the forced medication and traveling, I feel myself stumble at certain times, only to be zapped by an electric poker aimed at my feet.
The men holding my arms speak a strange language I don't understand and the man in the white coat who leads the way has a serious expression which strikes more fear into my heart than I thought possible. He finally turns to me and speaks in a broken Alohowa.
Do you know why you're here?
No
Didn't they tell you?
They don't say much
He pauses with a small hum as we finally stop in front of what looked like nothing but another white wall. Until he presses his hand to the bimetric scanner and the wall, turns into a screen.
We need you because...we broke him
You broke what?
There wasn't much I could fix other than a car or maybe some other mechanical stuff. But I don't understand why they would bring the most unimportant guy in Bridgeport, compared to some mechanic they have here. Sure I was the best mechanic in downtown Bridgeport but not best in the world.
Him
The man points to beyond the tinted glass where a man lay in all black. crunched up in the darkest corner of the concrete wall that was covered with a red substance. His jet black hair was past his shoulders with a beard to match. And I almost didn't recognize him until they shoved me into the room and I got to go a little bit closer. Gasping, I clap my hand over my mouth as my eyes fill to the brink with tears.
What have you done to him........
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!
PETER!
~END OF AN AMERICAN IN LONDON SEASON 3~
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An American In London S3
General FictionAfter breaking up with the love of his life, One of the guys finds themselves alone and unable to go without. With broken relationships and broken people finding ways to fix themselves, this season will be the most delicate season yet as Marius, Fin...
