The Facility

Black And White

Mr. Jung kept eyes on his phone even while walking through the partially dark parking area under the massive building.

He was a man who never changed the expression on his face. Or at least, very few things could do that. Mainly, he just seemed serious, busy, hard at work, maybe even unhappy.

The man finally put his phone away to look at his expensive car. It was obviously parked where he left it.

He opened up the door indifferently after unlocking it with his key and then sat in the driver's seat. "Another day." He muttered before shutting the door.

He released a breath and no sooner than he took another one in he felt something cold touch the side of his head. This caused his eyes to bulge and his breathing to stop.

"I know right? The days just keep dragging on and on sometimes. It's so annoying. Things get boring so very fast. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Kinda makes me hate life you know? The monotony of it." A casual and confident voice said from behind him, very close to his ear. Someone was in the backseat area.

Mr. Jung still could not breathe. "Wh-who . . . are you?" He managed to say. "What do you want? M-money? I can give it to y-"

"Ah nah. Money doesn't interest me." Said the mysterious person. The depth of their voice revealed that they were male. At this moment he kind of sounded lazy as well. "Why you working on a Saturday huh? It's like you drown yourself in it man. Always working all the time twenty four seven. Does working extra make you more money or what? What about your wife dude? I know that she misses you. Even your kid does. Ever thought about visiting him at his school?"

Mr. Jung gulped. How did this stranger know about his wife and son? "How much do you want-"

"I don't want your f*cking money!" He sounded angry.

And now he was shaking.

The guy suddenly started laughing. "Humans are so easy. Threaten their lives and they turn into milk. Ha ha." He sighed. "You messed up my train of thought. Uhh . . . oh yeah you're a shitty husband and father. That was what I was saying right?"

Mr. Jung was beginning to think that this was some sort of joke. I-it feels real. What's touching the side of my skull is definitely a gun. And how would a simple prankster get into his car that way? Who was this person? He was trying to make plans to call the police somehow but his body was basically immobile.

"You'd probably visit your boy if you didn't see him as a disappointment right? And why is that again? Because he has autism?" The strange man tsked. "What exactly is wrong with some people? How can you blame a kid for having that huh? Oh and not just the kid but your poor wife. What? Do you think he can just magically un have it? Huh? Being all abusive and neglectfu-"

Mr. Jung started to growl with cold sweats all over his body. "Shut up! How do you know so much?! Who are you? What is the point of this?? What do you want??!"

"Relax." The guy said lazily. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Why so on edge-"

"You're pointing a gun to my head!"

"Oh right that . . . huh . . ."

He felt the gun leave the side of his skull and quickly reached for his phone to call the police while simultaneously getting the door open.

"Ah, ah, ah." The guy snatched the phone quickly and pointed the gun back at his face before he could get far in his venture of opening the door. "Move and you get shot capiche?"

He released the door handle of the partially opened car door now. He shut his eyes while his hands shook. "Tell me, what do you want?"

The intruder sighed. "Okay this has gone on way too long clearly. All I want you to do is stop being a dick to your kid okay? What did you do? You threw his favourite plush toys out or something on Christmas? That's what my sources said. Who does that man? Already you've openly rejected him to his face for something he can't help, why would you take away the stuff he has to make him happy? Like . . . are you making a special request to go to hell or something?"