The forgotten

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The person many would like to pin as that 'guy' to blame is perhaps the over-rated guy in history.Yeah, I would definitely fit that category. Also the man who likes to be a bystander too.Because everyone seems to be thinking I am the guy to suspect for nearly everything when he has no part in it at all. 

"Where is your accomplices?" The creatures ask me.

Instead of the most dull and outrageously goring room; I saw purple bars, a side rail sizzling electricity, floor boards  were gray and some of them dotted in blue circles. My attention was more focused on the newness to this room rather than the standing ugly and horrid creatures who's name escapes my mind. They are so ugly I can't recall what their name is. 

"I...don't know?" I said. "I seriously dislike how ugly you look."

The creature delivered a hard painful slap that sent me falling back landing on the floor.

"Wow." I said.  "That's one big slap."

"Liar." The Creature  accuses me.

I look up at the couple creatures. 

"Sorry?" I said. "I may be a slight honest man and a great big ass liar; but I ain't lying about knowing where my accomplices went."

"Put him up." The creature said, with a dis-likeable grunt.

"Will do." The other said, chiming at once.

They push up the chair  then hooked it into the hallway about two feet above the floor. My legs were bound by metal that feels cold--some of my pant cuffs are curled up over my socks. The height between the floor and the chair seems intimidating at the slightest. But for a bold teenager who hasn't face prison life and a god who refuses to say which kind of god he is; this just beats the cake. 

"You've had close escapes." Th creatures said. Okay I am calling this dude Hobby. Yes. I am calling him Hobby because of the scar he has over his ugly face. 

"I haven't made close escapes." I said. "The laundry shoot, the mass hall, and the closet don't count."

"You've been here for twenty-eight days." Hobby said.

I stare at Hobby.

"Are you kidding?" I ask.

He didn't seem to be open up about lying. 

"You, the thief, and your god friend." Hobby said. "You've been terrorizing our facility."

I look down to my right thinking.Did my memory get selectively changed or what?I didn't remember about being stuck here for that long.For much as I knew there was something fishy going on.I could smell it coming from the very ugly creatures.The wrongness in the room lingered like over-boiled chocolate put into horrible cheese.

"I...I don't remember being in here for that long." I said."I--I--I Swear."

"That's what they all say." Hobby said making a metallic swish using his left bulky hand missing a finger.

The doors open in a sliding smooth manner.

"Wait!" I call out.  "How can I have forgotten about being here that long?" I call out to the dudes who stepped out of the cell. "Are you expecting me to get outta this situation James Bond style?" I made a little laugh at that.  "How smart do you think I am? I am not that skilled."

Hobby turns to his right.

"You took down  few of my men helping this Starlord escaping from my command." Hobby said in the most serious voice, ever. "And this Loki has swiftly been evading our every attempts to --"

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