Mortem

Chapter 2

The banging on the door continues.

"We should give them the fucking breefcase!" Travis reached for the still opened case. Abigale was freaking out. I was looking for ways to get out of the room, before I realised they probably have the place surrounded. Wallis was franticly closing the breefcase, and Travis was trying to help Wallis out.

"God damn it!" Travis was cursing. After what seemed like forever, they finally got the breefcase closed. We were dashing out of Wallis's room in seconds. We pulled opened the door and we saw, nothing.

"It's a fucking prank," Abigale said, dumb founded. We were about to go back inside the house, when I smell something odd.

"Guys, do you smell something?" I ask them.

"Shit!!" Wallis shouted. "It's fluothane!" Before any of us could ask what that was, I fell unconscious.

I woke up in a room. That's all I can say about it, there was litterally nothing in it. Perfect lighting, scentless, the floor and wall were bland. Then I noticed the searing pain in my arm. It was like no pain I've ever felt.

"Shit!" I shouted. The pain was so unbearable that I barely heard people say.

"He's awake." Then I though, Fuck, now I'm in a science fiction movie or something. Two people just appeared in the room I was in. "At first you might want to kill everyone in sight, so be prepared for that," One of them said. The other was jotting down notes on a tablet. Then just like that they disappeared. The pain was slowly fading, that pain was replaced with rage. Undeniable rage for everyone and everything. I wanted to kill, see the blood of a human. I stood, cracking my neck, looking for something to kill. There I saw someone, he looked about my age, his dirty blond hair was cut shorter on each side. He was about a head taller tha me.. I realised that this boy was Travis. I slowly walked to him. He started to stand up, his eye burned with rage, that's probably what my eyes looked like, too. He grabbed my throat, trying to prevent me from breathing. I responded by punching him square in the jaw. I heard a snap and Travis let go of me. I held neck trying to get air back in my lungs. Travis held his jaw trying to keep it to in place. I got up first, kicking him onto his back. He grabbed my foot and pulled me to the ground with him. I hit the ground hard, probably breaking my nose, but the adrenaline was numbing all the pain. I shot up elbowing Travis in the neck, he hooked me on the side of the head. Travis is much stronger than me so soon he was on top of me repedatly punching my face. Blood came from my nose, mouth, and out of the several gashes in my body. I felt the blood run out of my body, my skin turned pail, What the fuck am I doing!? All the rage from before imediatly left me, replaced with fear. Travis was still on top of me, punching me like I was a cockroach that just won't die. Out of a panic, I punched as hard as I could into Travis' already broken jaw. He howled in pain. I tried to scramble, but Travis recovered faster than I thought. He pulled me up by my hair.

"That's for breaking my jaw," He punched me in the gut. "Now how do we get out of here?"

"So you punched me for no reason?" I say trying to get my breath back.

"Nah, it just looked like you would look better dead. I have no idea why I did it though," Travis looked around the room. "That last one was for my own amusement."

"What happened?" I ask. "Why did we suddenly decided to kill each other?"

"I don't know, how would I know?" Travis was pacing the floor.

"Oh I though Mr. Know-it-all knew all," I tell him.

"I don't know everything, and I accept that," Travis shoots back. "God damn it, I give up!" Travis started punching the wall. From what I could see he was punching so hard, his fists were covered with his blood, as well as my own from earlier.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"What does it look like?" He says back, not looking away. "I'm punching the wall." I looked at him puzzled.

"Why?"

"Do have any better ideas?" I was about to laugh at his stubbornness, when I saw that he was making little indentions in the wall.

"Travis, look at the wall," I told him. Travis stopped punching.

"Holy fuck, did I really do that!?" He said in surprise.

"I didn't see it before, so yeah I think you did," I say back. "Now please go back to what you were doing. Finally your stubbornness comes in handy." He shot me a glare before going back to punching the wall, this time even harder.

(A/N: Hey guys, I know this chapter wasn't as good as the last one, but I needed a filler for the transition to the next one, I believe that the next one will be a lot better. I'm going to be adding a new character in, but I'm not going to spoil anything for you guys. Oh yeah, this chapter was early!! Great job me. Anyways see you guys next Monday!!)