·°X1 IMAGINES°· [OPEN]

·°Junho°· - I'll join pt. 1

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Apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes!

Warning: slight cursing

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I was a high school student walking home from my tutoring job. It was 8:00pm and the sky turned dark.

I kept walking down the sidewalk listening to the music from earbuds.

I walked past an alley and a sudden sharp movement caught the corner of my eye.

I whipped my head to the direction of the movement but I saw nothing.

I was going to keep walking but my sudden curiosity took control over my body. I began walking to the direction of the movement.

The alley was dark and clustered with trash cand filled with rotten food that gave an awful stenched. I reached the spot of the movement. There was no one but a door. It was slightly opened and a very dimmed gleaming red light softly lit inside.

It's probably a bad idea to go inside but I took a big breath and let my legs move foward.

I wonder inside, slowly walking down the eery corridor.

Bang!

I flinched as I heard a loud sound coming from my left. It was another door several feet away. I gulped.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to go inside but I decided to check it out anyway. Nothing bad will happen? Right?

I opened the door and below was a set of stairs cascading down into a dark abyss.

Sounds of grunting and yelling grew louder as I quietly step down the concrete steps.

"WHERE IS IT?" A voice bellowed.

I heard groaning as a response and immediate screams of pain.

What is happening? Why am I still going down these steps?

But I continued on.

I hate leaving knowing that a person is in danger. I need to help. I need to help who ever is in pain.

Cursed myself, but I decided I would rather help someone than leave because of my fears.

I reached the last step and immediately hid behind a group of boxes.

I was in a room that seem like a basement. Countless of boxes were surrounding the room filled with I'm hoping stuff animal toys but my hopes were dropped when I saw different labels on the boxes. They weren't toys. They were guns and drugs.

Before I could run away, I look out to the scene infront of me. My heart dropped and my fingers went cold.

There was a group of 5 men all in black suits. They build was sturdy and huge. Their faces showing deep scars of who knows what. They were well dressed men with guns in their hands. They were all standing before a guy in a chair. He looked younger than the other men and his expensive fancy suit was tattered with red. His face was bruised with blue and his hands were tied behind the chair he was sitting on.

The man standing right infront of the bruised boy raised him arm. The gun in his hands ready to shoot. His face held pure anger and the tattoos on his face deformed as his hold body became tense in anger.

"I told you f*cking robot! Tell me where the package is heading and you can be on your way back to elementary school sipping your sippy cup." He said.