ALRIGHT SO I WAS BORED AND THIS CAME OF IT
There're like.. 1025 words or something. It was fun to write, for sure. This time it was written during the day. IGNORE ALL GLARING MISTAKES!
Grey Room
“Ow, my fucking eyes.” The first thoughts that jump to this man’s tired and burning mind as his eyelids fly up. The cold light from the bare fluorescent lights lining the ceiling above the man shines down upon his bloodied form. He can’t move. Very few people could when they’re tied to a chair. He glances around and surveys his surroundings. The room is bare save for the chair on which he is seated, and a plain, grey door directly in front of him. Slowly pictures begin to pool in the back of his mind. A room, a man, an intense pain, and then… nothing. Blackness, like tar crept over his senses. A sharp pain in his chest is his last memory before the darkness overtook his vision. He looks down to examine where the pain had been. Nothing. Strange, he could swear he had felt a gunshot pierce his lung.
The door swung open quickly, and a tall man wearing a grey suit and a fedora pulled down over his eyes walked through. The suit matched the walls of the room very nicely. “So, you’re finally awake are you?” said the man in the grey suit. “How are you feeling? We patched you up nicely.” “You can fuck yourself is how I’m feeling,” replied the man in the chair. “Who are you and why did you take me here?”
“Ah, ah, ah. Being rude never helped anyone, now did it?” said the man in the suit with a smug grin creeping onto the corners of his mouth. “Though I will answer your question; I am known as Arcias. I am one of the higher ranking members of this… circle. We took you here simply because you knew too much, Garrett. The thing is, we need to know EXACTLY what you know. Kind of funny isn’t it? You’re basically here under suspicion of knowing too much. Of course, we can’t let you go even if you know nothing. Help us and we’ll try our best to help you.”
“What the fuck do you want to know then?” asked Garrett angrily, through gritted teeth. He seemed to be trying to block out some form of intense pain.
“Oh, I think you should tell me everything you know, or I’ll be forced to go digging. And that will not be pleasant for you. Hell, I’m not sure if you would even survive.” said Arcias with an amused air about him. “Why don’t you start by telling my about yourself?”
“Fine, you goddamn… whatever you are.” replied Garrett. “I’m Garrett Ezeial, currently 48 years old, at least I was before I was brought here. Though you obviously already know that. Back in my youth I used to travel the world, looking for artifacts I could sell for massive profit on the black market. A treasure hunter of sorts, I suppose. My ‘job’ brought me all over this Earth. Only when you travel the world do you realize how gigantic it really is. Treasures of the Mayans, Egyptians, Incans, nothing was safe from my grasp. I had never kept a collection of my plunder. I was only in it for the money. Fifteen years ago, I gave up on my ‘job’. Is that good enough, you bastard?”
“Oh, but you’re only beginning, aren’t you? Why have you been evading us?” asked Arcias.
“Evading you?” laughed Garrett. “You really need to ask why? I know what happens when your kind finds somebody they’re looking for. It doesn’t end well for the prey, now does it? No, I had to run. I knew I shouldn’t have kept it. I never kept anything, why did I have to break my rule for that?”
“Ah, so you admit to keeping it then?” asked Arcias. The darkness from his hat that covered his eyes seemed to glow a sickly reddish colour for a split second.
“Yes, I goddamn do,” replied Garrett, doing his best to avoid looking into the darkness where Arcias’ eyes should be. “And I wish for nothing more than to have gotten rid of it. It would’ve helped this situation.”
“You must tell me where it is located now. None of our people have been able to locate it.” said Arcias, appearing to slowly lose his cool.
“Fuck that. I’ll take its location with me to the grave, or wherever it is I’m going.” replied Garrett. He then proceeded to spit on Arcias’ shoe.
Arcias stepped forward, his mouth twisted into a sadistic grin. He brought his arm up with horrendous speed. The blow to Garrett’s face was brutal. He could instantly taste the bitterness of his own blood. He brought back his hand for a second assault, pausing briefly to ask “Are you ready to talk, wretch?”
“Never.” replied Garrett through his bloody mouth.
This time the punch was delivered directly to Garrett’s nose. He could feel it shatter. His vision began to blur and swim. This feeling was familiar. Had this happened before? No, it couldn’t have.
“DO YOU WISH TO SPEAK, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH?” screamed Arcias in rage.
“I… already… t-told you… th-that… I wou-wouldn’t s-speak… of the… lo-location.” stuttered Garrett.
Arcias doubled over, seemingly shaking with laughter. “You won’t talk, will you? You think you have the choice? Never have I heard such a laughable statement!” Arcias seemed to be laughing with anger, not mirth.
While still doubled over, Arcias reached towards his shoe. Pulling up his pant leg revealed a snub-nosed revolver attached to his leg. He slowly righted himself, revolver in hand. Aiming at Garrett’s chest, he asked once more “Will you speak?”
“I would rather die.” said Garrett, with conviction.
“So be it.” said Arcias. These words were followed by a loud bang, and the sound of a body and a chair hitting the floor. “Fool.”
Garrett lay motionless on the floor. The room slowly faded to black in front of him. “So this is what death feels like, eh?” thought Garrett. “This isn’t so bad.” And suddenly, everything was gone.
Arcias stood above Garrett’s corpse, looking strangely happy. “Oh well,” he thought. “Better luck next time I suppose.”
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“Ow, my fucking eyes.”
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