Jack White

Two

Jack White

Two

I needed this money...and I need it bad...I guess I have to go in. Letting out a deep sigh, I lightly pushed open the dark rusty door which had its glass falling to pieces. A horrible feeling spewing into my gut, and maybe it was because of what I saw. This man now talking to about five other guys. Keep in mind these other men weren't as well kept as Mr. Billionaire over here. They looked rugged and rough. The meaning of "scary big tough men" had only sunk in at this very moment. And truthfully if they found me back here...well...I'd literally stand no chance.

I couldn't stress this enough...I hadn't trained a day in my life. And if all had gone as planned this would have been my first successful mugging. But nothing went as planned and now...I was stuck. I heard another man yell. This wasn't just any yell, this a gut wrenching scream of pain that could be caused by sheer torture. And I...couldn't...focus anymore. The sound resonating into my mind...there a melody to it. Something awful yet...beautiful. Of maybe not. Maybe I should do something. Courage got the better of me and I ran towards the scream. Of course once I got there...the two of the rough looking men were there too. They seemed pleases at all by my presence. And I was moment away from crapping in my own pants. These were grown men...maybe 35-40 years of age...maybe older.

My measly eighteen years of age meant nothing to their years of training and exercise. I'm pretty sure the one on my left here could probably lift me with on hand, maybe even snap my spinal cord in the process. Not to mention the on my right didn't look in anyway inferior to the other. To think that only two of them could be so menacing...how the hell would I manage five. My eye slowly glancing over to the right, I saw the source of the pain. A man hung up by his feet, with gash wounds all over his torso. He was spewing blood. It was a horrifying sight...so much red...only red. The man on the left finally spoke in a heavy raspy voice "what do you want, kid?"

I truly was a kid in this situation and I spoke low "I...I..."

"OUT WITH IT!" The other man yelled at me. I didn't what to say. I came for cash...I need money...I couldn't just blatantly say that. It was my only reason for being here...I had no better lie. I took in some air and spoke "I...I needed money. I followed this rich guy...and he walked into here. I swear I won't tell anyone about this. Just...I'll just leave"

"WAIT! Rich guy you say. The one speaking to our boss over there?" The one on the left asked. I looked over slightly and nodded in agreement. They both smiled. This could be good or bad...and I wasn't sure which. The one on the left said "you don't look like the squealing type. So I'll let you in on this. That pristine pig over there owes our boss money...in fact double his usual for the protection we provide him with. Only he's very late on his payments. And it's not because money is tight right now, but because he's been wasting it at casinos out of the city. Our boss...he didn't take too kindly of it. So he hired us to kidnap his brother. We were ordered to torture him until the pig came to pay."

"So once he pays...you'll him go"

"This guy here, oh no. We told the pig that we just had his brother locked up, and that once he pays his brother is free to go. Only by time he takes the money out of his fat wallet, his brother would've already bled to death" the guy on the right finished. I sighed out. Did he really deserve a death like that? The man on the right looked at me said "don't worry kid, this man was an even worse pig than his brother. He spat on the poor and did anything for the high class society. He's the kind of owner who'd fire 100,000 workers just to keep a million in his pocket. He had no remorse...so we showed him none. And once his brother pays and comes back here to see this, we'll kill him too"

"And the bodies?" I ask.

"We have places for those. The boss is always looking for fresh meat...do want in?"