Affiliations

Section 2

When Josh Miles went back to the town of the adequate village he is in, the casual murmurs were not present. They were noisy than usual, and the panic look they held in their eyes were evident. He was about to ask one who is guarding their stall although wary and terrified, when one of the men yelled at the top of their lungs not too far in front of him. "There! There he is!" As he pointed towards the confused brunette standing at the center of the stalls in his sides.

As they all turn their head towards him, the panic look is exchanged in an expression of anger and hate. They all start throwing vegetables at his way, calling him names that he is bewildered to be alleged for. When a pair of men dressed in a guard uniform walked up to him, they shackled his hands on chains and began to walk away with him. Now, Josh Miles is incredibly confused; for this town had always been so affable and gregarious. Never vying on sales and such, lending a hand instead.

What might have caused them to be like this? He asked in his head, as he kept his head down and walked with the guards to where ever destination they will go to.

Upon reaching an old cemented mansion barricaded by iron walls and all windows are locked with iron bars, Josh Miles realized where they are. The highly secured prison; where the most violent and mentally unstable prisoners reside. That time his confusion and fear skyrocketed to the utmost peak, and questions started to ravel his sanity at the moment. 

Guards pulled him along as they enter the iron bars, where Josh Miles will never forget how horrifying it is to be in. Reaching a wooden counter just minutes after they entered through the iron-bar door, there sat a young man with sharp blue eyes and wavy earth-brown hair. One of the guards called him 'Warren Morse', to which the man acknowledged his presence. When his eyes dropped to Josh, he looked down again through the files as if searching for a paper of Josh that is already been sent to the constitution.

"Here." The man said. Velvety, soft-spoken, a type of voice not suited to be in a place like this. 'He kind of sounds gay..' Then Josh shake his head subtly in disagreement, silently scolding himself for judging such a good-looking man. And when the thought pop to his head, he asked himself if he might be the one who is interested in the same gender.

When the guards accepted the piece of paper, he is pulled along to the left corner of the counter. He noticed a sign with a '->', and below painted in red is written 'Interview Room.' His head snapped back to his front when he noticed he had stopped, for the guards' sudden pull in exasperation made him almost tripped. He continued walking, and his legs felt weaker as the silence turned eerie.

Finally reaching an iron door guarded by two men on each side, made his condition aggravated. He looked up from the ground, and the iron doors on both sides are guarded by one man each. As they walked forward, his eyes waved from the men to the ground. Until he stopped it from the eye contact of one criminal behind the iron on his left that he passed by, the eyes screaming for him to walk out from this place as it is not safe to be here. 

Taking a few deep subtle breaths before his mind finally cleared to ask why had he been sent here or rather, taken here. All he remembered is that girl who guided him onto the mansion, meeting the enchanted one, and coming back only to be a prisoner within this place. Turning to his left are two doors, one leading to some unknown place and the other is where they will be going inside to. When it was opened, he is greeted by a vintage outlook room. There, on the front window covered by maroon curtains, a mahogany brown L-shaped table accompanied with files sitting on top of it was a man reading an old ancient book written in the same text that Josh cannot read of. When he heard the door opened, he placed a presumably bookmark in there, placing the book on top of his other files found on his left.

He propped his elbow on the desk, chin resting on his hands, and asked who might Josh Miles be in a menacing tone. "Who is this human that you lots let inside this place?" 

Josh's past fear and confusion spiraled in a weird pattern. He does not know why, but he felt incredibly scared and confused than before. Perhaps it is the danger that resides within this place, though there is no guarantee that he will be killed or imprisoned. Or is it the eyes that stared to his soul earlier while he walked past the doors, seeking help to let them out of this terrifying place.

Yet, despite all of that, he felt comfortable as if he had done something that rightfully deserve his imprisonment in here. "Josh Miles. The man who caused the massacre in his own hometown." One of the guards said, while the other continued his sentence: "Who befriended the serial killer to lure her of killing the 723 neighbors he have." 

Josh Miles looked at the ground, his bewilderment and confusion fitting the puzzle of an innocent lamb. He does not know what he had done, nor does he know why they alleged him of luring a serial killer on his own hometown. He would have asked all the questions on his mind, had it not been for the fear he has been feeling since he is brought here.

"Leave us." Said the mysterious man. The two guards are reluctant, but they knew better from the eye daggers the man sent to their way. "Yes, your honor." Both said in unison.

When they left from the door, he felt the impending doom on his way. Looking to the man to beg for his life but stopped when the man queried; "Who is this girl that you lured?" 'Ah.. There is no escape now.. He believes this lie..'

"I-I have no idea what they are asking, your honor." He confided. Josh Miles remembered who this man was, and why they've called him 'your honor'. The man who mercilessly sent the alleged people to prison in spite of knowledge on their innocence, eaten by greed, and one who is rightful to be sent to a fiery place called Hell.

That man is none other than Malcolm Mochel, cold and soulless onyx eyes as he moved so did his frosty black hair with light grey highlights. Josh evidently gulped in nervousness, fiddling in between his fingers. The chains on his wrists felt colder and he could feel it tremble under its hold, he held in a breath when he heard the words stated by the merciless man.

"I am here to help you, Josh Miles."