Warren had just closed the front door to his shop when he
spotted two shadows emerging from across the street. Not to his surprise, one
of them seemed to have spotted him right away and whispered something to the
other.
"This looks suspicious!" he thought
as he secured his shop with a second lock that normally he wouldn't use, "maybe I should call the cops! They'll know
what to do!"
Suddenly, something, a voice, at the back of his head was telling him that he
was in danger. Warren spun around, just fast enough to see a dart flying right
at him. Then the whole world seemed to swirl around him. Then darkness came.
Warren opened his eyes to find himself inside some kind of torture room. There
were chains all over the place; and to his right, he saw two swords, the thin
and shiny blades indicated that they were either sharp or completely useless.
Just then, a man appeared in front of him (out of nowhere). Warren felt fear
rising up within him, but as a habit, he took a good look at the guy ('just in
case I manage to get out of here alive'). The man seemed to be in his forties.
Yet, strange as it might be, most of his hair was already white. Besides that,
there were two scars on his face; one above his left eyebrow and the other was
across his right cheek. Warren would have continued to stare if he hadn't been
interrupted. He felt a cold pointy metal object (possibly a VERY sharp knife)
touched the back of his neck. Warren jumped a little, as he had no idea where
or when the other man had appeared.
"Now, will you talk?" the first men (in his mind, Warren appointed him Agent
#1, and the other, agent #2)
"What do you want from me?" Warren suddenly felt confident, knowing that they
wanted something from him, and they wouldn't kill him, no, they wouldn't kill
him yet, "What could you possibly want from a pawn shop owner?"
"Huh!" the first man sneered at him and grunted, "a pawn shop
owner!"
"You mean the infamous ex hit man, who disappeared nineteen years ago,"
agent #2 glared at him and said, sending a chill down his spine, "along with a
suitcase containing twenty billion dollars and the boss' pregnant daughter!"
"Now tell me!" the first man interrupted, "Where is it?"
"I still don't know what you're talking about!" Warren cried out in panic (or
it seemed), "if I had that much money, I wouldn't have had to open this small
shop. Imagine what I'd do with that kind of money. Please let me…"
"Yes!" agent #2 said coolly, "and that was our biggest mistake!"
"You were always ranting on about how you'd live large with that sort of
money…" he paused and Warren again felt the cool chill down his spine, "and
that was why you were never found for nineteen years."
Knowing that lying wouldn't do him any good, Warren sighed as he accepted the
fate that life had brought him. That here he was, un-armed and tied down like a
pig, surrounded by two cold-hearted men who couldn't give a damn as to how he
was freezing in here.
"How did you find me then?"
"That, is none of your concern? Now tell me where it is and I'll let your daughter
lives!" the man snickered, "Sarah right? She seems to be a very nice girl. She
didn't even object when I told her that I was there to kidnap her!"
At the mention of Sarah, his dear daughter, Warren shivered in fear. Cold
sweats ran down his face, as he knew that no matter what he did, she'd still be
in danger. Men like these ('heh, men like
these...' Warren chuckled dryly as he remembered that he too was once like
them).
"Please, don't harm her, please I beg of you!" Warren panicked.
"If only you co-operate!" the other man gave him a nasty smile that resembled a
snake before eating its prey.
"I've given most of the money to charity already," and that was the truth,
nineteen years ago, over thirty orphanage had woke up to find a big bag full of
cash on their front door, "now please let her go!"
"Not the money YOU FOOL!" agent #1 snapped and smacked him hard with the back
of his hand, "the suitcase! And the beta chemical…"
"Shut up, Howard!" the second man shouted as an indication that agent #1, Howard,
had revealed something he shouldn't have, "Where did you put it old fool?"
"I don't know where it is, I'd never suspected anything besides the money in
the suitcase," and that was also the truth, Warren had no idea where he had put
the suitcase, maybe he'd given it to someone long ago, or maybe… "GOD! I wish I did! At least I'd have a
shot at saving Sarah!"
"This is going nowhere!" the first man seemed to be irritated with all these
questioning. He reached to his belt, pulled out a gun and pointed at Warren's
head, "You have fifteen seconds to decide whether your life or the suitcase is
more important to you!"
"No," the second man, now clearly seemed to be in charge, waved the gun to be
put away. He himself pulled out his cell-phone and flashed that nasty smile at
Warren again, "use that fifteen seconds wisely, your daughter's life is on the
line!"
If he'd only been scared earlier, now Warren was terrified. Sarah's life was in
anyway in danger, he knew that, but what could he do?
"Ok! Ok! I'll tell you where it is," Warren blurted out a lie to get some time
to think, "Let my daughter go first!"
"You're lying," malice showed in both of the men's eyes but the first man
angrily took out his gun, again, and pulled the trigger.
In that one instant before the impact, Warren's whole life flashed in front of
him
...There she was, Emily, his wife, as beautiful as ever…
...The runaway, how it was so romantic back then, the thought of a happy family
forever…
...And his first child...
"Sorry son, but I'm doing what's best for
you!"
"Or maybe…I just did what was best for me!" the last thought ran through his
mind as tears ran down his cheeks, "Forgive me…Peter…"
"BAM!!"
Warren thought no more.
"Why did you do that for you son of a…"
The door slammed open. A feminine figure appeared. Her eyes were filled with
rage; yet her face as emotionless as a statue. She raised her arms and yelled
at the two men.
"YOU ARE DEAD!"
Cold winds rushed into the room. Not only they were icy cold, they were sharp
as a blade.
The girl seemed to sag down as the two figures broke onto the floor in four
pieces. She had cried hard after that, holding her father in arms. She had also
vowed to take revenge on the person who was behind all this. For she was Sara
Parker.
