Forgotten

"Okay please be playing a joke on me, please." I plead to no one in particular.

"Oh my dear boy, it isn't a joke." I whip around spotting a man standing next to the trees. He is wearing an expensive looking suit, but it stops righ there. He has scraggly, gray, thinning hair, and small, watery, almost black eyes. His skin is a deep toffee color.

"Who-who are you?" I stammer. "That is not for you to know." I look at him frightened, for reasons unknown. He just had a scary vibe to him. He lifts his arm up to his face and talks into a watch of some sort. "Target Maximus located and erased." I cock my head to the side confused at what he said. "What now?" The man comes toward me, with great happiness in his eyes. "This is my favorite part."

He then shoves a rag up to my nose. I start to feel dizzy and disoriented. I drop to the cement, banging my head on the way, then black out.