|| DEMON HORNS ||

Chapter 2 (Ryan's pov)

I slowly opened my eyes to see a man with curly hair and a thick beard
I struggled to get up only for them to put a hand on my chest to push me back down.
"Where am I? Who are you?"
"Wow man you really need to chill you're really hurt and i would rather not have to stitch you again"
"Y-you haven't answered my questions"
"I'm curly and you're in my house"
I look around to notice that it really is just a normal house and not a secret lair it must just be that the lack of sleep has finally taken a toll and I'm beginning to not think straight. I took a heavy sigh of relief.
"I-I guess t-thanks"
"Your welcome man"
"Hey er..where's the other guy?"
"Who?"
"He erm..Sasquatch?the tall guy?"
"Sasquatch (wheeze) did you mean Shane?"
"I don't know how am i supposed to know he didn't even tell me his name"
I try to get up again the man,curly didn't seem to stop me this time and instead watched me sit up. He turned his eyes towards the doorway where a shadowy figure emerges.
"Well it's not like I would tell ya, I mean you did sorta point a gun at me man and not to mention passed out"
I continue to try and get out of the bed neither of them coming to help or stop me. I wobbled onto my feet putting my hands out to catch myself before turning around and pointing at the smug "Shanes" face
"You!who do you work for?! What do you want with me?"
"Well let me see,I want you to sit back down for starters and I work for a nice lady who owns that bar the one you fell into and being the good human being I am...I helped you out so instead of you questioning me
Maybe it should be the opposite way around"after Shane said that I considered it, I mean he's not wrong, I have no proof or indications that these guys are with the mob and now I feel like a jerk these guys just stopped me from dying at least i could answer a few of their questions.
"Your right ok I'll admit that so you can ask three questions or something and I will try to answer them but I still don't trust you" I pointed towards Shane who had a stupid smile on his face
"I wouldn't dream of it"Shane said in response grabbing a chair and dragging it towards the bed I lay in each step he took closer the more I couldn't help feeling queasy.
He put the chair a good distance away to fit his humongous legs in the space which I was glad for. I shouldn't be glade because there's nothing wrong with this guy and I've dealt with scarier people in my time as a undercover detective if he was a bear however that's a different story. Shane coughs breaking off my train of thoughts instantly.
"So I guess we should get this party started since your in such a hurry and hey maybe as a reward you can ask me something too "
I grumbled at that but that only seemed to amuse him. All I want to do is get evidence to bring a criminal in but no instead I'm here talking to some random dude. What even is my life anymore.