Unlikely canidate

Uninvited Guest

The day went on as normal as ever. Working in a warehouse is mind numbingly boring work. You get on a fork lift. You pick stuff up. You put stuff down. Repeat process for 9 hours. That was my job.
I came home and unlocked the door to my apartment. I threw my keys on a tiny table next to the door and took off my shoes. I walked around the corner into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. I took a long drink then walked into the living room.
And almost dropped my cup.

There was a large bald man wearing a suit and sunglasses sitting on my sofa. My first thought was to run to my closet and grab the shotgun that was sitting in the corner. Before I could even turn around, I felt a huge pair of arms wrap around my chest and then a sharp prick in my back. Then I lost consciousness.

My eyes slowly started to open and I could see a concrete floor, followed by my shoes. After a moment, the pain of a headache shot through my skull as I winced out the irritation. Now I opened my eyes fully and took in my environment. I was tied to a wooden chair with chains and a thick pad lock. I was in a big warehouse of some kind and the only light was a small bulb that hung from a high ceiling.
To my left was another man tied to a chair, also in chains, with his head hanging low.The guy's face was bloody and swollen.He had obviously taken more of a beating that I had, or so it seemed.
"Hey. Hey! Can you hear me ?" I asked.
There was a quiet moan and he slowly lifted his head up and opened his batters eyes. He glanced around, then down at his chains, and began to fidget and jerk.
"What the.. where am I??? What is this?" The man said in a panicked tone.
" I don't know. All I remember is seeing some bald guy in my apartment and then I was knocked out with something." I replied.
He shook his head and winced from the swollen pain.
"I remember getting into my car... then feeling a prick in my neck, like a needle or something. Then I remember waking up in a van or a big truck or something, and trying to fight someone. I got hit in the head pretty hard and went out. Now I'm here." The man explained.
"What's your name ?" I asked.
"Steve." He replied.
A nagging thought entered my mind and I had to ask.
"Are you married Steve?" I asked.
"No. No I'm not." He replied.
Hmm. Well I guess this wasn't the Steve I was thinking of.
I heard a door open in the distance and the sound of feet walking toward us. Two giant men approached, followed by a third, shorter man. One of the muscle heads was the bald one who was in my apartment, still wearing sunglasses. The other wore a long brown ponytail. Both were in suits and had sunglasses on. The third shorter man walked in front of the two guards and looked back and forth between Steve and myself. This guy wore a grey suit, with a black tie and slicked back black hair, but no sunglasses.
"I do apologize for these crude circumstances gentlemen, but sometimes we have to work with what we got. And that's exactly why your here. Your what I've found and what I have to work with. I'm Donovan and as you may have guessed, I'm the one who's in charge of this outfit." Said Donovan.
Donovan pointed at the poor beaten Steve and addressed his bulky colleagues.
"That one looks like he didn't pass the test. It's a shame really." He said
After a brief quiet moment, I hear loud clicking in the distance. Then as the noise came closer, it became more familiar. Clot. Clot.Clot.Clot.
I remember that sound well. It was high heels stepping across the concrete floor of the warehouse. The clotting eventually stopped, and there stood Kay, wearing a black dress and staring right at me.
"Hey sweetie! How ya been?"