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Chapter 30 Traitors
The next morning I was woken up by a loud clang as the door swung open. Before I had time to comprehend what was happening to me a burlap sack was thrown over my head and my hands and legs were tied up with thick ropes.
I think they wanted to talk now. The sack smelled like old grass and bananas and I guessed it was used to carry bananas into this hatch...or wherever we were right now.
I was prodded and shoved until I was led out of my cell and down a hallway of sorts. I was roughly thrown into a metal chair and I felt them tie metal chains around my wrists and ankles, binding me to the chair.
The sack was then removed and I found myself in a bare concrete room only furnished with a rusty metal chair facing me. A few men with colourful tattoos lined the walls. Facing opposite me was a wooden door held slightly ajar. Alex stood against the wall right next to the door his gaze on me. I honestly didn't know what to make of him right now.
But before I could think about him further the door creaked open more and in walked a man wearing jeans and a simple navy sweatshirt. My mouth gaped open and my mind went blank. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Franco.
...
This cannot be happening. Franco is not alive.
But my eyes decieved my thoughts and as I looked on with surprise he strolled over and sat on the rusted chair. My eyes followed his regular breathing, his muscles moving, his eyes staring calmly back into mine. The last time I saw those eyes the life was sucked out of them. How could this be possible?
This is not possible. Maybe they drugged me or something. But the physical evidence in front of me looked too good to be a figment of my imagination.
I peeked up at Alex. He didn't seem shocked at all. He knew!
But how?
“Good morning kiddo. How are you doing?” Franco broke the silence. He's pretending like he didn't just die a few days ago. I'm so lost right now. What is happening?
“Y-y-you w-were dead.” I stutter out.
“Was I really?” He replied and smiled at me. I cringed away from this undead person.
And then I really thought back to the night.
I remembered that cuts and scrapes from the broken glass dotted his whole body and he looked really pale. But where was the major wound that made him die? I had it worse than him but I still lived.
Sweat covered his skin and he was moaning in pain.
Why was he moaning in pain? There were no apparent major injuries.
It wasn’t even cold outside and he was shivering.
It was sunset and the air was still hot and humid. Why was he shivering at a time like this?
His breathing was really shallow and his skin looked even whiter than before. As white as a dead person, I thought.
How wrong could I be? Who is pale white after a car accident. This sounds like a poisoning case more than a car accident.
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