Muted Treasure

What is your name?

The room was dark and there was a cold draft thrifting through the air. The sounds of chains rattling woke the Cuban up from his slumber. He groaned when pain shot throughout his body. He tried to move his hands to caress his throbbing head, but the chains behind his back suppressed the movement entirely.

He tried to adjust his vision to make out the room he was in. His eyes roamed the room until he found light coming from the metal door on the other of the room. He tried to get up, ignoring the screaming from his body to lay back down. It wasn't until he heard the jingle of keys from the other side of the door he stopped moving.

He stared at the door, alarmed of what or who would be walking through that door in the matter of seconds from now. The door made a creaking sound as it opened, the figure walked in with their footsteps making an echo.

"I can see you're finally awake."

Lance looked at the figure, the deep voice making the boy shake a little in fear. The man stepped towards Lance at a steady pace, assessing the younger male.

"So you're the little boy we missed all those years ago, whata' shame. I bet mama and daddy miss their little boy so much." The male said, you could see the amusement in his eyes as he tried to rile the poor boy up.

"What nothing to say? Boy, I wish your parents were like you. Quiet and easy, they were so annoying really with that begging shit. I didn't know why they could've just went peacefully, I mean it was your fathers fault anyway." The man chuckled, the boy glared at the tall man as he crouched down to look Lance in his face. The icy glare from Lance made the older male smile brightly.

"You're not talkative at all aren't you?" The man hummed, he gripped Lance's face into his rough hand. He pushed it side to side to examine the boy. All the man was doing was staring at Lance, which made the said boy very uncomfortable.

"You know, I wouldn't mind keeping you for my collection. Those eyes, I would love to just pop them out your skull and keep them forever. So blue, so beautiful. They would've definitely liked them, they always had a fascination with bright eyes for some reason." The man smirked at Lance, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He stood up and hovered over the laid down boy who was chained like a wild animal. Humming out when he had enough to toy with him, he opened up his eyes and stared darkly at Lance.

"Unfortunately that won't do, We were paid to finish off your pathetic family. We were paid very handsomely, until that fucker missed a certain little boy. We were gonna live in paradise until they found the whole family wasn't gone. You ruined everything, you stupid fuck!" The man growled and kicked Lance. The wind was knocked out of the younger boy as he went into a ball, protecting his stomach from further harm.

The man grabbed Lance's hair and jerked his head back, Lance getting a full view of the man responsible for his parents death. His black hair blended into the dark room, almost looking like the man was bald if it wasn't for the stray hair that was in his face. His eye dark and had a wild look in them, almost as dark as night. Looking like a wolf that's after its prey, his teeth clenched together looking furious with Lance. But Lance didn't understand why the man was so upset with him, he never met the man in his life.

"Why." Lance croaked out, staring at the wild man.

"Why what?" The man asked, he tightened his hands on Lance's hair. Making the younger gasp in pain, he could feel the strains of hair leaving his skull from how tightly the man was holding it.

"Why did you kill them? They were innocent, my parents didn't deserve to be killed." Lance asked, he stared at the man with intent of getting the answers he wanted.

"Why you say? Why we killed them? Easy. Money, a powerful man put a bounty on the McClain family. It was a hefty price too, about -if I can remember anyway- one million maybe." The man scratched his chin with his free hand, looking around the room for a second then returning his eyes on Lance.

"Did they say why they wanted us dead?" Lance asked the man, he looked at Lance and huffed.

"Yeah, your dad screwed some important man over. Stupid thing to do honestly, you and your family were fucked the moment he stepped out of that building." The man grinned down at the younger boy. He let go of Lance's hair and shifted back a little.

"You know, I don't normally play with my prey. You should feel special boy, how about you entertain me for a while. I'll let you ask three more questions, since boss isn't here right now. Plus I need a break, I never thought hauling your ass here would be that difficult." The man hummed, he sat down across from Lance's body, crossing his arms and feet.

The statement caught Lance by surprise, he thought the man would definitely kill him the moment he stepped into the room. It was...nice. He scolded himself for thinking that way, after all the man killed his parents after all. So why is the killer talking to him like they were life long best friends?

"Um alright, let me think." Lance said, he thought for a while. A couple hit him, but he pushed them into sections of necessary questions and dumb ones. Soon he looked back up at the man.

"Were you the only one there that killed my parents? Did you have a partner?" Lance asked, the man looked down at the boy surprised.

"Why do you say that?" The man asked, he stared at the boy.

"When you were ranting about killing my parents, you kept saying we. Like it was more than one." Lance explained, the man hummed and blew out a long breath.

"I keep doing that, it's a force of habit really. But to answer your question, yes. There was two people there, my partner and I. They were kinda like my partner in crime, they were the one that killed your parents actually. I had nothing to do with it, I was look out. I never liked killing people." The man said, he looked everywhere except Lance at that moment.

"They you said? And you kept saying in past tense, are they dead?" Lance asked, the man nodded up at the sky.

"Yeah, they're dead. They were too far gone really, crazy motherfucker really. Ryder was something else though, they honestly used to be an amazing person before we joined the assassination business." The man scooted up a bit, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"Last question, what is your name?" Lance looked up, the mans face turned cold. He looked down at the boy and shook his head. The man got up quietly and walked towards the door he came from. Just before he got to the door he stopped, he turned to Lance and huffed.

"Jeez kid, I don't know why you really need to know. You're gonna die anyway, but Ryder always used to say 'I'd rather die happily with no questions than with a million left unanswered.'"The man huffed out, he lifted his head up and smiled a little.

"My name is Jessie." That's all he said before walking out the door, leaving Lance alone once again.
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If we don't get out of this shit already imma pull my hair out. Anyways, how are you guys? It's been a while! Maybe I can actually get this done for you guys. I hate making you guys wait for so long :(

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