C.R.A.N.E (Strange Editing WiP)

Chapter Twenty Eight: Letter

I heard more echoed voices . I tasted the blood in my mouth and felt the pain travel through each nerve of my body.

I tried to open my eyes again.

I was in the room with the green pastel walls. I was tied to the same chair with my arms strapped.

What was I doing here again? Did I even leave this room in the first place? Did I...imagine all of that? What in the hell?

Looking up, I saw the same cold eyes glaring down on me. He placed the drill down back onto the table.

"You seem to be drifting off to your own little world Roukan." He said with an irritated look. "Maybe another tool will wake you up."

"No please. For the love of god, don't." I breathed.

The captain gave an unpleasant smirk towards me and moved away from the table.

"I need some fresh air." he mumbled to himself, before heading towards the door. He flung it open and the guards at the door saluted him respectfully. The door closed behind him.

I flopped my head down looking at the floor drenched in my blood. I was tired, but restless at the same time. Alert but also unaware of what was around me. I was all over the place.

I tried to make sense of what was going on, but everything didn't seem to be in place. What did I just witness. What is somehow a dream? Or was it... a vision?

Think realistically Roukan. Visions cannot happen. They're just a stupid myth. It was all a fantasy. This is reality...or is it possible for it to be the other way around?

I looked at my arm again, but this time there was one more mark on my arm. They gave me four doses of serotrix?

My arm stung, like insects were under my skin. Using my veins as tunnels and spreading around in my body. It was the most disgusting and unpleasant feeling. The pain just didn't go away.

It didn't take too long for the captain to return to the room. He shut the door behind him, and walked over to the table, unexpectedly moving the table with the tools away from me. He grabbed a chair and placed it near me. He sat down facing me, with his hands crossed over on his knee and with the usual, uncomfortable grin.

"I have to admit, Roukan..." he quietly said. "You've impressed me. Regarding to your health status, I didn't think you would live for as long as an hour. You've proven me wrong. I'll maybe consider giving you a place here."

"Are you... joking with me right now?" I tried to say in a husky tone. "I'd rather want you to kill me right now than make me work for this fucked up cult."

"Kill you?" He chuckled. "Don't make me laugh. Aren't you looking for your daughter? Accalia, wasn't it?"

"Didn't you say she was dead?" I asked, with a slight choke.

"Did I?" He questioned to himself. "My bad. I meant she will die."

"Shut up."

"We'll do you a favor. We'll give her a quick and painless death if you cooperate."

"I'll fucking kill you!"

He chuckled even more.

"With your bare hands? Just try." He simply said.

I became frustrated, and he was really starting to push my buttons, but I had no energy to act aggressively.

"If you hurt her, I will make sure to slice your throat and make you bleed to death."

"Big talk. I think your way of thinking could work well in C.R.A.N.E. How about we see how messed up your mind truly is?"

He stood up, went over to the door and opened it. He gestured something to the guards and they left their places.