Jonathan Mayers: Origins

Chapter Two

It took Jonathan a few minutes to fully digest what Sunny was telling him. Even though he had just claimed that he wasn’t bothered at all by what he just heard, the truth was that he felt a burning rage deep within his insides, although he wasn’t particularly sure who it was directed at. And to top it off, the “organization” that had taken his parents away from him now wanted to meet him. Jonathan Mayers was certain that they were not calling him in for tea and biscuits; most likely they planned to finish the job from 20 years ago, and kill him, like they did with his parents.

Turning back to Sunil, he asked, “ Any idea why exactly they want to see me?”

Sunil shook his head. “I wasn’t granted that information. My role was just to pass on the message and to provide you with the necessary items for your trip.” He nodded his head towards a box, which sat in the middle of the table, directly between the two of them.

“I’m not going.”

“You don’t have a choice…you have to.”

“ What do you mean, I don’t have a choice? Of course I do…I can just not show up-”

“It doesn’t work like that Jonathan,” Sunny sighed,shaking his head sadly. “ You don’t understand how these people work, how they think..but I do..hell…I was one of them for over a decade. JHF, if they want something, they get it, regardless of who or what has to die. God forbid, if you refuse, they’ll murder everyone at your workplace, everyone you ever interact with, until you have no choice but to give in to their request just to make it stop.”

“Even you? Would they go so far as to kill even you?”

“ Hell yes, especially me, given that I’m the one who raised you, and they know that means we have a connection of sorts. I’m telling, they’ll stop at nothing.”

Jonathan glanced somewhat supsiciously at the package. “Any idea what’s inside this? For all we know could be a bomb or something….”

Sunny shrugged, “ I don’t know to be honest. I doubt it’s a bomb however, that would defeat the whole purpose of you know, wanting to meet you and all that.”

Jonathan sighed. This was not going at all how envisioned it. He was still leaning towards refusing to go, but in the back of his head he knew he had to. It wasn’t because he had this passion to converse with the murderers of his parents. It was more than that; he realized that people he cared about, most importantly Sunny, would be harmed if he didn’t go, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happened. He sighed once again. Better to suffere for the sake of others than to inflict pain onto them, he thought to himself.

He got up, walked over to the kitchen drawer, and removed a knife. He came back to the table, and cut away at the box until it could be opened.Inside it was an envelope, a passport, and a chain with an emblem depicting an eagle carrying a circle with a thunderbolt in it.

Sunny grimaced, “ Ugh, I honestly didn’t miss seeing that. I actually had one of those shitty things.”

Jonathan couldn’t help but laugh. “ Well, lets see whats inside this envelope then.” He opened it, and began to read out loud….

Five days later, Jonathan Mayers found himself walking out into even more blazing sunlight, although this time he was in Barcelona, Spain. The letter had contained specific instructions which directed him to the point a which he would be meeting with someone who was apparently one of the heads of JHF. Jonathan shook his head slowly. He was still struggling to comprehend this whole ordeal, and was still of the opinion that whatever this meeting entailed, it wouldn’t be benificial to his health.

He looked to the left of the parking lot, and there it was just as the letter stated: a black Audi, with blue tinted windows. Leaning on the hood of the car was the buffest man Jonathan had ever seen; his pectoral muscles looked as if they were about to burst out of his white tank top. His head, which would have been huge on any other body but fit this mammoth just fine, was covered with a thick mop of blonde hair. His face was clean shaven, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses. Jonathan was sure that the eyes behind those tinted lenses would contain not one ounce of warmth or kindness. He began to feel less and less confident: if these were the kind of people he had to deal with from now on…could he really expect to come out of this alive?

He walked over to the parked vehicle, and before he could even say one word of greeting, Mammoth Man grunted, “ Get in,” spun around, and got into the car himself. Jonathan shrugged, and followed suit. Inside the car, he got a small suprise: seated at the steering wheel was a man identical to Mammoth Man. It was obvious that they were twins, and Jonathan couldn’t help but wonder which mother was able to withstand having to look at 2 of the same ugly bastard.

Mammoth 2 started the car, and thus, Jonathan thought to himself, my descent into hell begins. For the most part, the drive wasn’t a horrible one. The scenes of tourists on beaches, vendors on the sides of the road, families relaxing in gardens, it was all strangely pleasing to the eye. They even passed near the Camp Nou, the home stadium of Barcelona FC, a place where Jonathan had always wanted to go and watch a match live, him being a diehard football fan. He felt like asking if they could stop for some pictures, but decided not to. Mammoth 1 looked like he would wring his neck if he even made so much as a sound. He didn’t want to push the limits of how well he was being treated.

After about an hour, they finally pulled into the driveway of one of the largest villas Jonathan had ever seen. The front of the building was massive, and its sheer white colour did little more than intimidate him a little bit more than he already was.

His companions, who had remained silent the whole ride here, both turned towards him now. “ You’ll be directed to your room. Take a bath, make yourself look presentable. Clothes and all that will be provided. Mr. Plattenhardt expects you within the next two hours. Don’t be late; he doesn’t tolerate truancy.”

Finally the name from the letter was raised again. Matheus Plattenhardt, the man he would be meeting in less than 2 hours, the man who was one of the directors of this whole lunatical, murderous outfit, and the man who, he could only assume, had a part to play in the deaths of his parents.

This man could tell him who he truly was, what his life would have been if his father didn’t upset the higher-ups at JHF.

But was he willing to take the risk, to pay the price for finding out?

Jonathan looked up and noticed that the twins were looking at him expectantly, and realized that they were waiting for him to get out of the car.

He closed his eyes, blew out a load of air from his mouth, grabbed the door handle….and did exactly what they wanted.