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Rightly Planted Tree Chapter 4
It was a dark muted place. One tiny window in the left corner of the 15 square foot room where only the leaves of a birch tree were seen. A thick iron door stood at the face it. The walls were brick and cracked making it obvious that this solemn shack was deserted and forgotten. Steve and Danny lay right in the middle of this compact room back to back binded to steel chairs. Danny stirred a bit, groaning at his uncomfortable position. Steve, being already awake had practically jumped out of his seat.
"Danny! Hey!" Steve whispered as he hoped for his spark of optimism to revive. Only another moan had come out of Danny. During this moment of silence and ache Steve had started to think but thoughts interrupted by the screech of the iron door.
"Glad to see that Mr. Williams has joined the party." The dark man said content with a wide smile of pride. He slowly strided over to where Steve was seated.
"Hardly." Steve uttered, he wasn't going to play games with a man that had nearly killed them. Although many people had shot at them and done something rather the same but this was different. This man had put Danny, his partner, his friend, through this type of damage and it got personal for this man obviously did this for personal, emotional reasons.
"You don't look to happy Stevie, what is it? This!" The man slapped Danny hard across the face. Crack being heard as it bounced and echoed around the room. Danny coughed and finally opened his eyes.
"There he is. Danno, correct?" He said not referring to anyone.
"Fuck you." Steve blurted tugging at the rough ropes that pierced his skin.
"St-eve?" Danny muttered, voice hoarse and almost watery. "Wha-?"
"Allow me to explain Mr. Williams. I…" The man's voice faded as Danny focused on muting the buzz in his ears, the pain that was literally all over. His irregular breathing that just seemed to get worse by the minute. Just the overall confusion and ached that consumed him. He was getting Steve out of a burning car and that was all he could recall. Now they were tied to chairs in a roomy, humid, unclean shack. Who the hell was this guy again? The puzzle was all too hard for Danny and his current state was no encouragement.
"Mr. Williams, DANNO!" He snapped out of his trans and glared the man before him. He did not like Steve calling him that nor would he like a complete stranger calling him that.
"It is rude not paying attention to the people that are talking to you!" He barked and his punched Danny square in the nose. Instantaneous pain flaring up through his nose, around his eye, and straight up into his forehead. He shook it off, or at least tried to as it only caused more anguish. He panted and squeezed his eyes shut as the dim light had become too much for him to handle.
"Don't touch him!" Steve yelled struggling with the ropes.
"Who are you! What the hell do you want?" Steve hated himself for sounding that ridiculously desperate. It reminded him of his pleas to not kill his father. He hoped this wasn't the same situation. He wasn't in control of this so all he could do was stare out the small window and see the shadows wave of the leaves of the small birch trees.