Prologue:
Lights flickered on and off as droplets of water fell from the roof of the dimly lit hallway. The rhythmic sounds echoing off the deserted metal halls were soon replaced by pleas for mercy as two buff men adorned in all black drug a stumbling young man to the last door on their left. Upon entrance the two captors tossed their internee to the floor at the feet of their boss and without hesitation in their duties left the room and its occupants without so much as a glance.
The young man's tousled and muddy dirty blonde hair covered his hazel brown eyes. His once neat and pressed white shirt was stained brown and orange. His jeans no longer took on a dark blue but a wet, soiled and ripped look. His face, though covered in grime and dirt, still portrayed his youth.
A man, the boss, was garbed in a fitted pale grey suit, a fancy white undershirt and black leather fancy shoes with a fedora pulled down on top to complete his look. At the age of 34 the man had already acquired a permanent frown on his face.
"Now, now young man I assume you know why you were brought here." The man said walking around the young mans collapsed form in the center of the room.
"Please let me go." The young man whimpered as he slightly lifted his head and examined the boss' face in hopes of understanding the reason as to why he was brought there. The man simply laughed. A cold-hearted, gut wrenching laugh.
The Boss tusked and said: "Oh I cant do that. No not when I don't have my money. How old are you kid?" The Boss said and crouched down and lifted the young mans face and laughed yet again. A crazed look entering his pitch black eyes. "You cant be much older than 25." He said standing once more and walking over to a pair of metal chair and table. He took the chair out from under the table and wasted no haste in straddling it. "I want my dough kid. And you aint goin' nowhere 'till I get what I want. Understood?" The man said in a deathly calm voice.
"Please, Ill give you anything you want just please let me go." The young man said his eyes filling with tears. The man suddenly stood and walked over to the young man, picked him up by the collar and back handed him letting him drop to the floor with a thud and a whimper.
"Don't speak unless I tell you to." The man said rage clouding his eyes. He then turned and walked over to the table where a single folder was placed. He opened it up and said. "Coleman. Jack Coleman. It says here that your parents are dead. Car crash when you were 15. You have a wife. Amanda. Oh, shes a pretty little thing isn't she. And.....Oh your having a kid too. How interesting." The man said smiling wickedly at Jack, who was seething.
"Don't you touch her!" He growled and attempted to lunge at the man but ended up stumbling to the ground. With an amused look in his eyes, the man slowly approached Jack picked him up smiling sweetly. One of the mans fist was suddenly connecting with Jacks stomach while the other held his collar supporting him and keeping him from falling.
Jack grunted in pain as the man once again socked him. "Now now Jackie, what did I say before? Don't speak unless spoken to. Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted" The man continued carelessly dropping Jack to the floor and walking back toward the table. " I am willing to... how should I say, compromise, with you. What do you say Jackie ol' boy?" The man said turning sharply and sticking his hand out to seal the deal. Jack gasped as he stood up on his unstable legs and pain shot through him. He looked at the man and then the hand and back at the man before grabbing the hand in as firm a grip as he could in his state. "Great I'll call upon you when your services are needed" The older mans mouth quirked up into a sinister smirk as the devil had just ensnared yet another lost soul.
----------Aurthor's note----------
So guys what do you think its just a prologue but do you think I should continue, does it sound interesting? Well pretty please comment and everything. Pretty please with a chery on top :) :) :) Anyways tell me what you think. Thanks

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Behind the Mask
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