Court of Nightmares.

O1.

I had no fucking idea when or how did I passed out. My eyes were burning and there was a strange scent nestled in my nostrils that I couldn't name. I suddenly panicked that I couldn't see anything at all and it took me a while to remember what had happened. A pair of large hands were dragging me to somewhere. Whoever it was, they were in rush because they didn't even let me walk by myself, my feet were dragging on the pavement.

I could feel that bruises were going to form on the places they held me. The tight ropes around my wrists were causing my skin to burn. I was struggling way too much.

"Where are you leading me?" I managed to whisper lowly, but it certainly came out as a muffled sound since the black cloth over my head was preventing any clear ones. I heard only a grunt and nothing else. I was scared.

The more we walked, the more my heart was racing. I could hear faint screams and gun shots in the distance as we slowly approached wherever I was lead to. Something wasn't right.

Soon enough those screams and yells intensified, my eyes buzzed from the constant gun shots and when I finally was thrown on the ground, I managed to plant my both now untied hands on the cold pavement before the black cloth over my head was removed. Blinking a few times, I managed to adjust to the light and as I finally was able to see, I looked around.

Dead bodies laid on the blood painted ground, some men, dressed in black suits were dragging the bodies outside. I realized we were in some sort of a warehouse since that building was large enough for entire concert and the walls were not exactly in their best condition. The lack of windows was evident since the cold air pierced through my body immediately. I had no time to panic because at this point, I heard another gunshot that made me flinch and soon I sensed the metallic taste that made me want to fucking gag.

I realized I was one of the men kneeling on the ground. On my either sides were men like me, perhaps broken and lost souls that either wanted to live or die. Nobody dared to look at me, I figured they were all scared so I focused my attention on the tall man holding a gun to one of the men's heads, muttering something in Japanese.

I could understand only a little and some of the words this man said were 'brain' and 'ground'.

Somehow I had given up on struggling or yelling, but the men with me didn't and they saw their death quite quickly. I only stood there, on my knees, my face was covered in splatters from blood, yet I couldn't say anything because I was too shocked to do so. I only managed to scan the killer's features.

The odd thing was that he was young. Younger than me perhaps. He was much taller, broad shouldered and muscular than the rest of the men here. I also noticed how pale his skin was and how black his eyes were. He was like emotionless beast that nobody dared to cross paths with him. His hair was sandy brown, falling over his eyes, almost covering them and some tattoos peeked through the collar of the white shirt and jacket he wore. His hands were tattooed as well, silver rings covering his fingers.

"How odd, everyone is dead and no one had the luck of surviving. Guess this is the perk of playing reversed Russian roulette. " the same man spoke in a low groggy voice whilst changing the men as if he changed the model of his shoes. His eyes would briefly focus on the men before him and then another gunshot echoed. The disgusting sound of a helpless body slumping on the ground had me tense still.

"Another one dead, how unfortunate." he'd mutter casually. I noticed that he only had one man left before he was going to shoot me.

And then the panic arose back in me. My lips parted and I began struggling to somehow free myself off those tight ropes but no avail. My wrists were bleeding already, blood seeped through the thick material of the ropes. I began crying quietly, head bowed down so I wouldn't be seen how I suffer. I was sure that those bastards were going to get off on that.

Another gunshot echoed. It deeply yet painfully rang in my ears. 

The gunshot that It's going to be the last thing I fucking hear before I die. 

Even when my head was bowed down and vision blurred with the tears, I could see a pair of shiny black male shoes in front of me. I slowly lifted my head and our gazes met. The man's expression was blank as he held the gun right between my eyes.

Closing my eyes, I prepared for the end.

All of the memories flashed in my head.

My damn childhood, my friends at university joking around, my girlfriend's alluring green eyes and heart throbbing smile... This was the end.

He pressed the trigger of the gun but only a loud 'Click' echoed in the warehouse. What was going on...