The New Comer Named Toby

|Chapter 6|

     Masky's P.O.V
     After about an hour I got the same annoying static I always do when he needs us. I wake up hoodie and we quickly get ready. And we rushed to the office.
------- Previously
     Toby's P.O.V
When I was shoved into the "office" I saw him. The one everyone talks about it in school. The myth. The horror that wasn't real but a fable. And yet I'm looking at him. So this IS hell.
     "Toby Rogers, You look as well as you could be. I heard you were beaten. But that doesn't bother you, right? You can't feel pain. Anyway that's not what your here for." He said.
     "What am I here for?" I replied
    "Well I saw what you did to your parents. I see that your broken. You have no purpose, no where to go. And I want to fill that."
     "First off that man wasn't my dad. And second why?"
      "I know what you can do. I've seen what you've done. And you have further limits. The lack of pain is I good thing to have when working for me. And you're fast."
      "Working for you? Doing what?"
      "Getting rid of horrible people in this world. The ones that do bad deeds for there own self gain. The people who are distasteful in the eyes of others."
      "What do you mean 'get rid of'?"
      "Toby I know you're not stupid. You know what I mean."
      "And if I decline the offer?"
      "Then I'll have to kill you. You know I'm real, you know what I do. You can't just give this information to anyone. So it's either work for me or die."
       "Well that doesn't leave me with many options." I sighed "I'm not ready for death yet so I'll take the working