A Devils Number

Chapter 5 •Six•

My breathing became heavy and I sounded like I was wheezing. Nicholas had left me long ago after a couple of hours of interrogation. I relaxed my body and stared down at the knife which was still in my thigh. My bloodied fingers stretched out desperately for it only to quiver and give up. I've never been captured before but I could tell that man was going easy on me. I didn't complain at all because I did deserve this. I tried to kill his boss and if anyone had tried to kill mine, I would've been sent to get rid of them myself. I would be a hypocrite if I got mad at Nicholas. If I got mad at Silas. I closed my eyes and sighed gently, growing exhausted. I was begging to dose off, in and out. Every time I open my eyes I'm not sure how much time passed and the amount of blood I've lost makes me wonder if I'm really going to die.

Once again I closed my eyes and sighed out softly before jerking in my seat as I felt a hand on the back of my neck. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Silas stared at me with a strange and unreadable look before he sighed and reached down, holding the handle of the knife. "Are you sure about this Silas?" I heard Nicholas ask. Silas looked over his shoulder as he stroked my hair.

"You really think I want this to fucking happen?" He scoffed before turning around and removing the knife swiftly. I let out a quiet whimper and watched the knife as it was thrown to the side. Then he turned to look down at me. I glared. He seemed to examine me with pissed off eyes. I was strapped down tightly to the chair and I kept my glare. The mission I was sent to was to kill this man in front of me and I couldn't do it. My boss was going to be furious with me if I came back. I would receive a punishment and so I decided that it would be better if the man in front of me would just kill me instead. I opened my dry lips to speak before gulping when he crouched down, both of his hands on my knees. They were warm and tan.

"You're an interesting little thing. I really don't want to beat the shit out of you, but since you won't tell me who the fuck sent you, I guess I'll have to." He gave me a heavy frown and sighed. "Why'd I have to get something like you?"

What was he talking about?

"You've already beat me. I'll die before you even get me to talk," I whispered, looking down at the pool of blood on the floor.

His hands clenched around my knees in slight irritation. "I'll patch you up if you tell me your name."

"...I don't have a name."

"You don't? What do your friends call you?" He grabbing my face so I would look at him.

"I don't have friends..."

"What do you have?" Silas whispered.

"They call me Number 6. I have a number not a name," I mumbled. Suddenly, he smiled—no, he grinned. He grinned at me, teeth and all.

"Your name is Six. Your name is six? That's my lucky number, baby boy," Silas chimed. "That's all I needed to know," he sighed out before reaching around, pinching the skin around my neck. Silas grumbled again and stood up, carding his fingers through my hair. I looked over at him and watched him pick up a syringe. "Stay still for me." I tensed and shook my head tugging weakly as the restraints I had on.

"Don't," I said, my voice cracking. He wavered in his walk and looked at me weirdly again. It looked like he was in pain and I had no idea why he was in pain. "I don't want anything that's in there," I whispered before grunting softly as he held my head to the right. The pinch of the needle entering my neck made me release a weird and uncomfortable sound before I started to feel really tired. Silas was putting me to sleep.

"Hey. Sweet heart? Wake up, it's time for school. You have to take your brother with you, Kay?"

"M'kay umma..."

I gasped loudly and opened my eyes, staring up at the white ceiling. I felt so cold and I was sweating furiously. "Umma," I whimpered out quietly, as my chest rose up and down quickly. It slipped from my mouth, the word, and I didn't even know what it was supposed to mean. I felt more calm after waking up from such a strange dream. When I tried to sit up, I quickly realize I was strapped down to what seemed like a hospital bed. I was hooked up to an IV and my thigh felt numb. Silas didn't lie when he said he would patch me up if I told him what I was called. I've never had someone actually keep their word with me before. I looked over at the curtained window and frowned softly. This was completely off putting but I felt calm and not guilty that I was caught. I liked that I had been caught.

The door creaked open so I looked at it curiously as a women with curly black hair and tan skin walked in with. She was wearing normal scrubs, but they were a royal purple instead of that mint green color I was so use to seeing. The lady made eye contact with me and smiled slightly before removing the bedsheets from my body. She peeled off the bandage and examined my wound before carefully cleaning it and rewrapping it. Then she reached up, "I'm going to take your temperature, sweetie. That okay with you?" She asked and the back of her cool hand rested on my forehead, then my cheeks. "Feels like you have a fever. That damn Nicholas, he never knows the right time to hold back."

"It's okay," I murmured. What am I doing? The lady looked at me and nodded before grabbing the thermometer. She hovered it over my forehead and tutted gently.

"108...that's not good..." She pulled the blankets off of me and I began to shiver a bit. She went to the bathroom and came back seconds later with a damp, cool rag. She rested it on my forehead and hummed quietly. I was reminded of someone who I couldn't quite remember. Their face was blurry and their voice sounded like static. But they were right there on the edge of my memory. My eyes traveled to the name tag on her breast pocket but she turned before I could read it. Then she just left me.