"Hey, Peter, wake up!" I shout.
Peter goes through the same shock I did although he's fortunate not to hurt his back.
"James, what's going on?"
"Oh, I don't know."
As Peter looks around at his surroundings, I get lost in my own personal thoughts. Thinking about what was going on.
The whole group is now awake and freaked out because of the unknown. Hours have passed and silence now lingers in the air. I am currently trying to get some sleep, so that I can wake up at a more eventful time and because there's nothing I can do but wait. Just as I close my eyes the wall opens up and a bright blinding light shines through. I cover my eyes as much as I can dragging my right hand in front of me. Some of the team shout, but the words are muffled. Anyway, it sounded like they were shouting help.
I remove my hand and allow my eyes to adjust to the light. I can now see a shadowed figure walking through the doorway and hear the taping of his feet as he draws closer.
(Tap, tap, tap.)
We all sit staring in to the light until we can see the shadowed figure more clearly. It was the thug from our first delivery, still wearing the same metallic clothing he wore when killing Chris.
I blink in disbelief knowing that this guy was crazy.
"Hello again, as you probably remember I didn't really introduce myself, but I bet I made an impression," He says while smiling
"Anyway, my name's Marcus. You might have heard of me." He looks around the room.
"No?" He says this, waits a moment, then lets out a disappointing gasp. "Well, I'm here to offer you all jobs. If you accept,you will most likely live longer and get paid more. If you decide to turn the job down..." He looks up at the ceiling.
"Well, I think you can guess what happens next."
"What do these jobs entail?" Tracy asks.
"Oh, yay. They can talk; thought it was just me. Well, you will pretty much be either guards, assassins, or a mole in your new government."
As I consider the options, I decide against joining them. If I was going to kill innocents, I would be no better then the people who killed me. Who knows. Maybe there's another afterlife and I don't think I'd die as slowly and painfully as my first death.
I decide to speak my mind.
"I say no!" I shout.
"Are you sure? Because these spikes, from what I've seen, come down pretty darn slowly." He responds giving me a chance to change my mind.
I don't reply and look down at the ground showing I'm unsure.
"I don't know about you lot but I'm taking the job." Tracy says arrogantly.
"Good choice." says Marcus (the thug).
"Do you really want to kill innocent people just so you can stay alive?" I say surprised by how quickly she answered.
"No, course I don't, but I also don't want to be stuck in a dead end delivery job for the rest of my life either so I'm making a choice." Tracy responds defensively.
Her response made sense, but is my life was worth more than others? I'd think not.
"Any other takers? I'm not going to be standing here forever."
The two people from the bar agree to take the job along with Peter and Pandora leaving me to decide.
Just what am I going to do. If I decide to stay and decline the job, I die alone and in agonizing pain. And if I agree, and take the job, I'll have to kill people for a living. They all stare at me, waiting for my decision. Peter mimes "Take the job." I take a deep breath, exhale, and say something I will probably regret.
"No." I say.
The team looks at me, shocked by my decision, Peter looks at the ground.
"Arrrrhh, crap. I hate it when this happens. Now I've got to get someone to clean up the mess your going to make." he shouts angrily.
He quickly walks toward me unlatching his gun, pulling it out of the holster, and swinging it at my right cheek.
The sheer force of the hit throws me to the ground. A sharp pain emits from my mouth and I lay still in pain.
That's the first time i've been properly hit by anyone; I've been shot, that hurt, I've been mauled, sure it was a simulation but I think it should still count. Anyway getting smacked with a gun, hurt. "Oww." I gasp.
He signals the other guards to enter the room with a flicker of his fingers. They walk in to the room holding fully automatic weapons.
"Release all of them, except for that one. He's staying" Marcus commands while pointing at me. So this is it.
My second death is going to be my own doing. Thanks mum, thanks dad. I knew you teaching me right and wrong would get me killed one day.
The rest of the team leave the room and the door slams shut behind them, leaving me in a darkened room. I now await death.
What to do in my last moments, I wonder. I take off my shoes and socks so that I could finally relax, wriggling my toes for a moment. The cold embrace of the room was refreshing. I lay my head back on the wall and stare up at the spikes which will soon be inside me, and let out an awkward chuckle.
Just what is going on, I've been sat here waiting to be impaled by large spikes for miniutes, I'm not complaining but I dont want ot be sat here for too long. There probably just messing with my head, either that or they'be forgotten about me which is pretty unlikely.
"This room has an echo effect that makes things a lot louder," I think, as I whistle to pass the time. Okay It's happened, I'm bored, they just left me in this room to rot. One hour I've been sat down, one hour, and i've already started to crack. And, to be honest, I'm getting tired. The only reason I'm still awake is the fact that if I do fall asleep, what if I don't wake up. Actually, that's a good thing. It means that I won't feel anything and I won't have to witness it happen.
I lay on my back with my arm still chained to the wall, now trying to get asleep. But, god, this floor is dusty. Wait why does it smell like oranges, I think before quickly falling asleep.
Chapter 4 rewrite part 4 and 5
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