Jerome's POV
I was knocked out, it seems. Everything was dark. I could feel my body moving. I could hear people speaking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Cause, you know. I was hit in the freaking skull with something hard. Kind of knocked out here, buddy.
I was managing opening my eyes, and with the strength I still had left. I opened them, but to be greeted with rocks, dirt, grass, and sticks stabbing my face. Well, that was a lovely surprise.
With a stick in my eye, I started to skreeh like a Pterodactyl being burned alive.
My freakish screaming must have startled the people, cause they dropped my feet and acted like they were about to bolt.
"What the actual fuck was that?" A voice asked. A male spoke.
"Dude I don't fucking know." The other whispered, keeping quiet. Another male.
"That would have been me, down here." I grunted, trying to pluck the stick out of my pupil.
I sat up, looking at the two with my one good eye at the moment. They looked slightly frightened as they glanced at each other, then to me. They seemed scared of me. Me! I liked that.
"Why'd you knock me out like that?" I say, acting tough, but in reality, there is a fucking stick in my eye and I have no damn weapons. Wait, I could use the stick to stab their eyes out. Cool, something that took my eye out can take out others. What a treat.
"W-we don't have to tell you. You're our prisoner, after all." One of the guys said, crossing his arms. To look intimating, I guess. He was kind of small, smaller than me at least. Had scruffly looking black hair. The other one, had brown hair with a blue streak in it, was slightly taller than the other kid, just kind of stood there, looked like he was about to piss his pants or burst into tears.
I shrugged, "Okay, so I'm your 'prisoner'. Can the prisoner known the names of the wardens?"
The black haired kid opened his mouth, but the taller one spoke up.
"I'm Jared and he's Alex." Alex punched him in the shoulder, clearly angry.
"Okay, Jared and Alex. Nice to meet you, I guess." I started getting up, but Alex acted on reflects and pulled a knife on me. A pretty decent sized knife too. The blade was almost the size of my hand.
"Sit back down." He pointed the knife at me, and considering I didn't want to get hurt by this wackjob, I sta back down.
He lowered the knife, Jared looked horrified. "Dude you can't pull a knife on someone like him!" He lowered his voice, "He might kill us."
Kill? Nah. Well, not yet at least. I don't wanna kill them, but if I have too. This Jared kid seemed pretty spooked by me. Wonder why?
"Ah shut it, dude. He doesn't have a weapon, I checked. Plus, what are you afraid of? He doesn't seem that strong." Alex said, looking at me.
"I don't care if he doesn't have a weapon. It doesn't seem he needed one, I mean look at him!" Jared pointed at my blood covered clothes. "He's covered in someone's blood, dude. Seems pretty capable of taking down a couple of people like us."
Oh. So that's why they're scared.
I stood up. "Hey, look. I don't wanna cause any trouble, and I just need to find my buddy. I just--" I was cut off.
"He has a buddy. He has. A buddy," Jared started panicking. "Oh my god dude, we're going to die. He's going to get his buddy and they'll kill us. They'll kill us--"
Alex smacked him in the face. Hard. Told him to shut up or he'll personally let me kill him.
That shut Jared up. All of us just stood there, not saying anything for a long period of time. Boy, this will take a while.
