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Authors: Oldrich Stibor

BOOK: The Black Chronicle

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The Black Chronicle: Part 2

Excerpt from The Black Chronicle: Part Two.

Charlie's mouth felt disgusting. He could still taste he blood from where his tooth had been ripped loose. At some point through the night he had become tired of spitting it out and just started swallowing it.

He wanted to talk to the girl and the man who were in the room with him but they had warned him against it. 'He is watching' they said. So instead he just spent the night trying not to cry which of course was the stupidest thing ever because what did it matter if he cried or not? Did he really care what these people think? They were all going to die in that fucking room, so fuck what they think, right?

He could die. Not that he had a choice. But he could face it. Mister would blow his brains out with a gun or slit his throat or something and it sucks- well stepping in dog shit
sucks
, math exams
suck,
this was a nightmare. It was horrible. But he could do it. He'd be dead and that would be it. He would just stop being, so it's not like he could feel bad about it, or suffer. But he knew his mother would suffer. She would suffer for the rest of her life knowing what happened to him.

And his dad... his dad was probably already dead. He had over heard him and his mom fighting about him being in the FBI again, and it must have had something to do with Mister because he wrote that book on the Mister copycat and he was like an expert on the subject now, or whatever. But a lot of good his expertise did him because Mister had killed him took his son just to rub it in! Mister: two. Dad: a big fat fucking zero. Then before he knew it he was crying again. He pictured his dad dead in his own bed. So unhappy alive and now dead in the most unhappiest of circumstances.

The door to wherever they were screeched open and he tried his best to stop crying. The footsteps came closer and closer to him and then hands were on his ankles, removing the chains. He thought the rope around his hands would be next but instead he felt a foot hit him on his side, more of a push then a kick, and he was falling with the chair, his hands instinctively and uselessly trying to reach up and protect his face. His head bounced off the floor so hard he could feel it in his teeth. This was is it, he was about to die.

Mister grabbed the chair and dragged him a couple feet. Charlie’s face rubbing against the floor so bad it felt like it was on fire and his blindfold was torn loose. The room he was in was exactly what he imagined only bigger: An empty basement or warehouse space or something, grey cement floor and walls. He caught a glimpse of the girl, who was very pretty, long blond hair, dressed like stripper or something and her large naked breasts had dry blood all over them.

Jesus what did he do to her?

Charlie tried to crane his neck to see who else was in the room but Mister started dragging him across the floor again. The sound of the chairs scraping against the cement was loud and painful in his ears and echoed back at him from every wall. And then he saw Mister. He was naked. His entire naked body painted white. There was something about his body that scared the shit out of Charlie. He was skinny. Boney even, yet muscular at the same time. The muscles in his body looked like how a piece of string does when you hold each end of it and twist it and twist, like all tight and knotted up entwined. Was he naked because he was going to rape him? There was nothing he could do but squeeze the chair and squeeze his eyes tight. He squeezed everything inside of him, the way you do on a roller coaster or when someone scares you really bad.

When he opened his eyes again he was in a different room. It was narrow and maybe twenty feet long and empty except for a cage with a very pissed off looking cat inside it.

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