The One You Wanted (mxm)

2 - What's Your Name?

Jonah

He had mixed himself a rum and coke. As a little joke to himself he had set one of those mini umbrellas inside. It made him feel like what he was drinking was slightly more exciting, athough he didn't fancy the novelty drinks the bar had offered.
He sipped slowly at the drink and chatted with Hanson to waste some time. He didn't really want to go home, but he also didn't want to deal with the drunks at the bar either.

"You know, I could totally be some fancy lawyer or something that makes a shit ton of money and has like a vacation home in Bermuda" Hanson told Jonah as he cleaned out some empty glasses with a rag.

"Then why aren't you?"

"I just don't have the energy... or the money" he sighed and walked over to take another man's order. This particular man seemed like he had an interesting story and Jonah was dying to hear it. He was dressed in an all black suit with silver cufflinks in the shape of an M. He wore a ring of a matching silver color, but the ring was just a simple band worn on his right middle finger. He could here it clink against his glass when he picked it up.
His order was just a double shot of whiskey and a water. He had noticed Jonah staring at him, well rather his drink, and cleared his throat loud enough for him to hear.

"Oh, uh, sorry" heI looked down at his shoes from the barstool in embarrassment.

"Do you need something?" His voice was deep and had a cold tone to it. The sound of it sending shivers down the boy's spine.

"I just... do you have a story? A lot of people who come here do and I've never seen you before" he felt odly compelled to keep talking to this man.

"Here's a story for you" he set his glass down slightly aggressively and turned to fully face Jonah, "Young boy moves to a city no one knows him, and fifteen years later, he is being asked about his life story in a bar by a stranger"

Jonah felt bad for asking, and apologized to the man once more, returning to his drink.

"What's your name?" He jumped when the man questioned him, not expecting him to ask me anything.

"Jonah, sir" he fiddle with his thumbs nervously. He wasn't quite sure why he felt nervous, but he man stared daggers at him.

"What an interesting name for a boy like you" with those words, the man finished off his drink and placed a crisp five dollar bill underneath the now empty glass. He then stood to leave. Jonah watched him all the way until he left the bar, with a strange feeling in his stomach.

-

When Jonah finally stood to leave, he felt a little woozy. He had only had that singular drink and was confused as to why he felt this way. He started walking home to his flat, which was only two blocks North of the bar.
However, once he reached the halfway point, nearing his apartment complex, he became increasingly dizzier. His head started spinning as if he was placed in a washing machine. He slowly found that black spots were clouding his vision and he had to sit down for a second on the concrete sidewalk he was walking on. Once down, he felt a bit better, but when he attempted to stand again, he lost all consciousness.

-

When the boy had woken from brief unconsciousness, he was unaware of his surroundings. He wasn't on the sidewalk nor in his apartment. Rather, he was in a small bed with white sheets and a white pillow, just big enough to cover the topside of the bed.
The room he was in was extremely unfamiliar. It had walls and floors in a matching grey tile. He thought it odd that someone would decorate a room in such a way. There was a singular door, which wasn't painted and seemed to be made of some sort of metal.

He stared around for a minute, before he heard the large door emit a clicking noise, then another, and another.
It finally creaked open to reveal the man from the bar, clad in the same attire from earlier. He stood in the doorway with the same stone look on his face. He showed no emotion as he started his walk over to the bed Jonah lied in.
Panic set in, and the boy pushed himself up against the wall and tried to be as far away from the man as possible. He then heard the door slam shut with a loud clang and yelped. Fear showed greatly in his eyes as he tried to get even farther away from the man.

"Jonah Elias Corey" were the first words that came from the mans mouth.

"H- how do you know my name?"

"Your driver's license told me all I needed to know about you"
Jonah started looking around for his wallet and realized it was missing from the room and his pockets. He was just waiting for the moment he went into complete shock and had flashbacks. The thought of those scared him even more. To the point where he wanted to cry.

"Please. Please let me go" he could only manage out a whisper through his shaking jaw. An almost pleasureful look played across the man's face as he took a step back and stood seemingly taller than before.

"Don't be silly, you just got here." His look of enjoyment turned into a cold smile. His canines formed sharp like fangs, but still normal enough to be teeth, and his eyes narrowed, making Jonah shiver once more. He felt a tear fall all the way down his cheek and drip onto his shirt. He was truly terrified and had started the process of shutting down.
It happened to him once before, this amount of terror. He shut himself away for months due to the guilt and fear being too much for his physical being to handle. But this time, he wasn't sure he would be able to escape it.