The room was dusty. Almost too dusty to even begin to think about. It clogged everything in the room except for what was on the table, the small TV located in the corner of the room, and the human sitting at the table. On the TV screen, a man in a suit was up close to the camera. You couldn't see his face; it was hidden by a burglar type mask. His voice was controlled to sound deep when coming through the speakers on his end.
"Chose wisely. If you don't, you'll be forced to kill yourself with whatever you pick up. If you pick the right one, you will have to kill this man."
A picture popped up on the screen, showing a balding man with wide-framed glasses. His hair was turning from a light, mahogany brown, to a very light shade of white. He wasn't smiling. You could see sadness in his eyes. His face was skinny.
"Why? Why are you making me do this?" the man at the table inquired.
"You do not ask questions! Only I will do the talking here," the man on the TV replied, viciously, "you only say yes sir when the time is right. Clear?" His voice turned almost hostile at the end.
"Yes," the man at the table replied, his voice choking on a sob. He only wished he could be with his family. His wife and children. They were all beautiful. But now he wasn't even able to see their faces. This was injustice.
His hand hovered over the three objects on the table. A noose, a glass of sulfuric acid, and a dagger. How was he supposed to choose? He didn't want to end his life. He didn't want to end another's life. How was he to get out of this? Was there even a way out? Maybe he should choose the acid. It seemed like the most violent way to go, right? He didn't want to have to kill himself with sulfuric acid though. How would his family react? He couldn't…
Finally making his decision, he grabbed the glass of acid. He looked up to the television.
"Well, well, well," the man with the mask on said, "seems like you chose the quicker way out. Unfortunately, you'll have to suffer for your decision. I'll tell the wife and kids hello for you."
Wait! "I-I can't do this! It's inhumane! My family! My friends!" he yelled to the monitor.
"Relax; don't get your panties in a bunch," he said sardonically, "Listen. It'll be somewhat quick. All you have to do is take a quick gulp of that acid, and you're family will be with you soon. Kapish?"
He was planning on killing his family too…
No. He threw the glass on the floor. It immediately shattered against the concrete surface.
"I will not do this. I refuse. You lay ONE finger on my family, I'll see to it that you're killed." he explained, standing from his chair.
"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. But, you seemed to have forced me into it," the man on the TV said, while pulling out a gun. He aimed it at the man in front of the table. He cocked it.
"What's that supposed to do, scare me to death?" the man in front of the table said, a bit of hope flooding his adrenaline encrusted system.
The man on the TV pulled the trigger, and the bullet went flying into the room. Aimed straight for the man in front of the table. His eyes widened as he realized that the bullet came through the television. How? How'd it do that?
The bullet hit his forehead with dead-on aim. It had such force, that it knocked him into the wall behind him. Eyes closed, systems stopping, blood dripping down his face. All he had no choice to do now was wait for his beloved ones.
~~End. :3