Ghost

Pt. 3

It's nice to feel the fresh air, even if it blows straight through me. I stop when I reach an alleyway, taking a while to look at it after feeling a strange sensation.

"Stay away from him! If I see you anywhere near him again, I swear I'll-"

That's my voice. Why was I threatening someone? That's not like me. What the hell, why can't I remember any of it? If I was threatening someone, it must've been for a very good reason.

I try to shake off the thought and start making my way back. As I walk past a pub, I hear a familiar voice shouting.

"IF ANY OF YOU IDIOTS KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, SPEAK UP!" Laurence yells. "I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU BASTARDS!"

Hearing this makes me panic so I immediately rush in, quite thankful that I don't have to open the door since it saves so much time.

Laurence has grabbed a man by his collar and has probably smashed him against the table, pinning him down tightly. The rest of the gang are in too much shock to even move.

"What the fuck are you on about? I had nothing to do with that!" The guy whimpers.

Laurence quickly gets out a knife and holds it a few centimetres from the guy's face. "I'll ask one more time before I attempt to give you a nose job. What do you know?" He threatens with the look of murder in his eyes.

"YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!" The guy shrieks.

"Did you not hear me? Maybe I need to do something with your ears." Laurence continues to threaten, moving the blade to be closer to his ears. This is when the other gang members get riled up. "Hold it there or he loses an ear!"

"You're just a geek who's seen too many action flicks, you don't have it in you." One of the other men taunt.

"Oh really, you think so?" Laurence gives them a sinister smirk as he applies more pressure with the knife, cutting a line underneath the man's ear.

"He just wanted to talk money with us, just like that other guy you hang out with but we didn't have anything to do with his death, I swear! I'm telling the truth!" The guy screams. "Get him off me, please!"

Other guy?

Laurence also picks up on this. "What other guy? Who?" He quickly remembers to continue getting information by scaring the man. "Tell me who you rats have been bothering before I do a Tarantino on you." He demands, pressing the knife against the guy's ear as if he's actually going to cut it off.

"The guy with glasses! He came to us begging for money so we lent it to him! I wouldn't have had anything to do with you freaks but he insisted!" He cries. "We just tried to scare him to make sure he'd repay us, that's all we did, I promise! The dead guy just wanted to check we weren't actually going after the glasses freak!"

"So you're saying you didn't try to go after him?" Laurence checks.

"Fuck no! I was glad to see him go!" The guy shouts, deliberately trying to get Laurence angry.

Unfortunately, it works very well. Laurence snarls as he makes the cut in the man deeper, completely oblivious to the other men in the room. One of them men grab Laurence from behind, snatching the knife from him and pressing it to his throat. Laurence doesn't seem frightened by this and keeps struggling out of the other man's grip.

"Laurence!" I can't help but shriek in the hope that he'll get out of here alive.

Laurence suddenly stops struggling and looks around with a confused expression. "L-Luke?" He checks, still trying to look around for me.