A Bell Of Juxtaposition

Chapter 1

Chapter One

A hand jabs my neck. My eye shoots open in the shock of the icy finger touching me.

Pain shoots through my body as I awake from a long, hard and cold sleep on the floor to a room in darkness. Where am I? Why am I in so much pain? Self assessment: I can barely open my left eye, my head is throbbing with every weak heart beat, I can't feel my right forearm, there is searing pain in my chest, and I can feel the numbness of my left leg burning up my leg. So all in all, not too bad. At least I am able to still use sarcasm.

Something then occurs to me, why am I here? Why don't I remember the journey that must have been too painful to forget?

As my eyes adjust to the incomplete light, I see two men sitting at a steel table on blue plastic boxes. They play poker and turn to the door at any sound made. Paranoid. I can also hear their shared mumbles but something else is nagging at my ear. A quiet whimpering in the corner, a whimper that is in pain and drowning in its own fear. The bearded man at the poker table twitches and spins. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" This just results in more whimpering from Mr Whimpering Whimp and a glare of evil from the floppy haired man left at the table waiting. The bearded man just breathes heavily and hard. "FINE! YOU ASKED FOR IT!"

BANG goes the gun that seems to materialise from the musty air. Mr Whimpering Whimp no longer whimpers as a bullet shaped hole is in his head. The bearded man reveals a look of relief but soon realizes the mistake he has made. The man with loose hair is rising over him with his poker face still fixed on his stern face. "Bob, what did you do?" He asks too quietly, "huh? You know that people have ears out there?! What is wrong with YOU!?"

"Look, Matt, I'm sorry but if you PISS me off, you get a hole through your pathetic little head!" he bites back but the blade of coldness that edges Matt's words stops him from exploding.

"So if I was to piss you off, would I get the bullet through my head or would you?" he asks with an edge of slyness that cuts through Bob and makes him think again. Nothing comes from him. He knows when to back down. "That is exactly what I thought," Matt answers Bob's silence, "Now calm down, you idiot. He wasn't that important but he would have been useful. And you MUST remember that NO one can kill that girl in the corner, only the doctors can do that. And also, do not kill that man in the other corner. I know he's a disgusting creature and he deserves to die however that will come later and will be done by me." Matt instructs Bob with a flame burning in his dead eyes and a smirk that shows his true happiness. But what does he mean by only doctors can kill me? And, hang up, whoa! What? Why does this guy want me dead?! What did I do?

The men go back to playing cards but a new game that I don't understand so I just stare at the dead body of Mr Whimpering Whimp. He looks like he was in mid whimper. Poor guy. I wonder what he did to get here in this messed up situation. I wonder if he remembered how he got here. I know why he was here though, he had information. He was useful but I just don't know that information. Well, actually that is my guess to why he was here. It seems pretty likely.

While I was losing myself in these thoughts, I failed to notice the black shadow fall over me that is created by a giant who blocks the light from a single blub above the table. But I didn't fail to notice the hand that now grips on to my wrist with such force that I think it may snap. I gasp at the pain that he is inflicting but he doesn't care and doesn't notice.

Matt drags me across the room and now I am able to see the other man in the other corner. In a blur he pounces on Matt. He lets go of my wrist and I fall to floor in a lump and in pain. Matt is on the floor with the other man punching him in the balls with a vengeance. True hatred carries the punches. Bob is slow but strong. He tackles the other man and in the process kicks Matt in the nose. The other man gives in straight away as the hatred has flooded out of him, leaving him breathless. Matt curls up on the floor, nursing his balls and nose. Bob holds the other man to the floor by his head.