-1Light. Dizzy circles. Hard wood chair. Cold room. Smell of rotten fish. In the middle of a room with only one source of light from a small light bulb dangling from a chain. Tied to the cold wooden chair, restricted and unable to move. Henry, that's what his name was or at least what he thought his name was.
As Henry's eyes began to focus from the dim light, he saw an unimaginable horror. Lying at his feet was a man face down on the ground, an ax was protruding out of the back of his head. Blood ran from the back of his skull, down his neck and to the surrounding floor. Violence. Blood splatter. Bone crushing. Dead man. Fragmented memory. Henry closed his eyes and remembered:
" I am going to get you out of here" Frank exclaimed in a high shrill voice.
"How?" asked Henry.
"Shhh. Be quite they can hear you let just untie you feet first." Frank knelled down and untied his feet .Frank stood and said" Now I am going to untie the rest of you." Frank stepped backwards…
Henry remembered the ax slamming into Frank's head. Shards of skull, blood, bone and brain landing on Henry's lap. Henry looked at Frank's lifeless body, he tried to scream but his mouth was too dry. Cross, A big heavy iron cross. Monk, a man who calls himself Monk. Blackout.
Smack! Henry woke up there was a man in front of him. He called himself Monk, he had cross around his neck and dressed in all black. Monk had repeatedly beat Henry with the butt end of a colt .45.
"Demon! Return to the fiery pit of hell!" He continued to smack Henry with the butt of the gun.
"What are you talking about?"
"Vile creature return to hell where you came from! Flee evil one, the Lord is on my side. You can't trick me with your lies, return to hell or I will send you there!"
"I am not a demon, why must you torture an innocent man?"
"Silence!" Monk screamed as he picked up Frank's lifeless body and hurled him across the room into the shadow. Monk put the barrel of the gun square in the middle of Henry's eyes.
" I am on a mission from God the Most High I will kill you demon!"
Sweat rolled down Henry's face and he braced for impact of the blast.