by Tobias Christopher and I'm Not Mister Mxypltk
Tobias Christopher:
It's been three days. Three hellish days since they brought me to this... place. I don't even know where here is.
There's no one here to talk to, except for maybe a few rats I hear running around in the dark. There are no windows, so I can't see outside. All I ever see is darkness, except for when they open the door and I can see a little light. The only reason they open the door is to come in and break my legs. My speed heals me faster than a normal person, so every six hours or so these bastards have to come in and make sure I can't run away.
Right now it might not be so safe to go back to Chicago anyway. The police probably think I murdered Rebecca, and I'm on the run. These bastards are going to pay for that, I'll make sure of it.
I don't know where here is. But if I ever manage to find a way out of here, I'm going to kick someone's ass.
Mick Harrison opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness. For a second he thought he had died.
Oh, thank God, he thought. Then his vision started clearing, and he realized he was in a small room with no windows. He was alive. FUCK! he thought.
Then he realized his bones hurt. At least he was safe here... for now. After a few minutes of sweet solitude, a door opened. The light blinded him, but he could see two large men coming into the room.
"It's time," one of them said. Mick noticed he had a baseball bat in his hands. He had prepared himself to be beaten, when he realized they were not walking toward him. There was someone else in the room, another prisoner. They started hitting him in the legs.
Oh my God, Mick thought, they're smashing his legs! But the prisoner did not scream. He didn't make any noises. Mick couldn't see his face, but he felt that the look in his eyes was full of hate.
When the two men were finished, one of them said, "What about the other one?"
"What's he gonna do? Turn us into cows? Ha ha ha ha... ha... Hey, that would suck..."
"Yeah. Let's give him something, too." They started hitting him in several parts of the body, but not too hard, because they didn't want to kill him.
"This one is for Mike. Poor guy can barely talk after you turned him into a cow the other day!"
"Yeah, this will teach you not to do that to people... son of a bitch!"
They went away, leaving Mick bleeding on the floor. The other prisoner, though he was noticeably more injured than Mick, asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... I think so," Mick said.
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know, turning people into cows, I guess... You?"
"Long story..."
"I'm Mick," he said, as he slowly moved his blood-covered hand toward the other prisoner.
"I'm Tobias," he answered, shaking Mick's hand.