Deceit

Why Me?

I slowly opened my eyes, waiting for the awful headache. But so far, there was nothing. I blinked a couple times as my eyes tried to come into focus.

Before my sight regained normality, I tried to move my arm to feel the freezing creek water that had soaked through my clothes.

I was dry. There wasn't a bit of cold or moisture anywhere but my arm failed to move. My eyes immediately shot back to life as I stared down at my limbs.

Under the straps, I could see my dry clothes. They were muddy, torn, and restrained. I began to squirm as my heart-raced. I hit my back against the bed and arched my spine as best as I could.

I froze against the sheets and took a sharp breath of confusion. With a creased brow, I moved my back again.

What became of the bloody gash? My concussion? Any injury I should rightfully own? Any pain I expected was gone. There was nothing.

A door on the right I hadn't noticed until now clicked unlocked and slung open. I turned my head to see them fully and frowned.

An older man entered with his gray hair gelled back and a black suit. Very overdressed for what felt like a hospital. Never mind, scratch that. It was dim, musty, moldy, and really unsanitary if this was a hospital. The walls were almost green and smelt of wet rust. Everything else in the large room was similar. The walls were spread out with no windows and a normal height roof. There was one, old light hanging above me.

"Alright, time to go," he ordered. I just looked at him blankly.

"What the heck are you talking about?" I asked. He sighed, looking at his phone. I ignored him and glanced to the left as he stood at the end of the bed. There was a small table with a thin knife, a bloody cloth, a couple needles, some gauze, medicine, cotton swabs, and scalpels.

I ignored the frightening items and looked back at the stranger. He looked up from his phone as the bands on my wrists and ankles snapped. I stared at the freedom.

"Who are you?" I asked, still not looking up.

"Call me Tarrance. I'll be your escort," he nodded abruptly and headed back for the door. "Hurry now, our flight will be here any minute. Wouldn't want to keep them waiting now would we?" I looked up.

"Am I in an asylum?!" I shouted as he exited.

"I'm going to take that into offense," he replied without coming back.

Little did I know, the backpack was left beside the bed with a hole in the picture of our family. The stick from earlier had stabbed straight through the younger version of me. Leaving the rest to be a happy family.

By themselves.

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I rushed up and onto my feet. Running after him, I kept distance. He was a lunatic. Probably.

The rest of the place wasn't very different from the room I was just kept in.

He opened a door at the end of the dark hall, letting the blinding sunlight burn into my eyes. I flinched and covered my face with my right arm while doubling back for a moment. My feet slowly progressed forward but gained major distance between me and "Tarrance."

"So Tarrance... Where are we going?" I asked.

"To a plane, sir," he answered.

"Okay Tarrance, where is the plane headed?" I questioned.

"To Japan, sir."

"Why, Terrance?"

"It's where we will meet Mr. Sehun. Now calm down, sir. Allow me to do my job," he replied with a glance at his watch.