Chapter 1: Distorted

"This wasn't meant to happen like this"

Dark emerald eyes darted from one shadow to another, sweat slowly fell from his face. Begging and pleading those two shadowed men before him. Tears threatening his eyes, closing them tightly. A soft sob is heard, but ignored.

"Just dispose of him, we don't need him… he's not telling us what we want to know"

The largest figure before him demanded, a hint of disgrace and agression in his coarse voice. His hand waved at his right hand man beside him, Motioning him to do the deed. Before he could collect the details of what was happening, the cock of a gun surrounded him, echoeing through his ears and body. Shivers of fear and dread shook his body.

"Please, I only know of one thing"

He spat, shivering and quivering his eyes sealed shut. Sweat now travelling down his face fast. The adrenaline and fear coursing through his veins, boiling. Opening his eyes, he watched the two figures stand tall and still before him. He had been sitting there bound to a metal chair for days. Torchured and ruined he was yet to say anything till this very moment. Finally he caved in….

"well… hurry up, I don't have all day"

The same voice demanded with a long dried out sigh, frustrated and exhausted. Awaiting the words he needed to hear, or at least something he could work with. Either way, he was to dispose of this man anyways and he just wanted to do it now.. instead of waiting. But the voice in the back of his head told him to hear the man out, incase he had the information he craved.

"I know of a Sam Axe, he's linked to what you need"

He gathered his words, lips chapped and dry.. his throat as dry as a desert. He tried speaking more but he couldn't bring himself anymore, he's said enough and he knew it. Shaking his head in disbelief that he had done what he just did, spilling the information she needed or at least some of it.

A single shot is fired, the sickening sound of the bullet ripping through the man's skull reverberated the room, leaving it silent. The two men walked away from the limp body, exposed with murder written all over it.