(February 7th, 11:13pm)
Tito: "For the last fucking time, open this fucking door you shitheads!"
Tito had been pounding on the inside of the van that had came to a stop a half an hour ago. After merciless pounding, he gave up.
Tito: "Fuck. No use, they've probably just left us in here to rot our fucking faces off."
He slumped and sat down in a corner of the dimly lit van. He lifted his head to get a look at Ryan, but he was curled up in a fetal-like position with his head down.
Tito: "So. who the hell are you?"
No response. He figured he'd try again, so he scooted right up next to him and prodded him gently. Ryan flinched nervously and threw his hands around Tito's neck.
Ryan: "Look here. I lost my wife due to two mother fucking beaners, and you know what? You're Mexican, so don't expect me to get along with you."
He let go and Tito looked at him strangely, with slight fear in his eyes. He sat up and rubbed his neck.
Tito: "Well my FUCKING bad."
Ryan glared at him and started to stare lifelessly at the floor. Tito sighed and rubbed his back cautiously.
Tito: "Look. I'm sorry about what happened to you're wife. I wish I could say I've been through the same thing, but I haven't. Just, life moves on. So you need to move on. And you don't have to get along with me, let alone look at me, but for now we need to cool down and watch each other's backs so we can survive. Alright?"
He didn't get a response. He sighed and stood up, proceeding to try and break the door down again. Right as he was about to throw himself into the doors, he stopped.
Ryan: ".Yeah, alright."
Tito looked at him and smiled.
Tito: "Now that's what I'm fuckin' talking about. Now help me open this fucking door, it's killing me-"
Ryan pushed him aside and looked at the right side of the doors where he saw a small iron pipe being used as a latch.
Ryan: "Well you see, first you take out this pipe, THEN you open the door you half-ass."
Tito narrowed his eyes and blushed slightly.
Tito: "Shut it."
Ryan hopped out of the van and observed his surroundings. From what he could tell, they were in some abandoned city. He walked around the corner and looked at a small box.
Ryan: "Hey, bring that pipe over here, I found something."
Tito grabbed the iron pipe and proceeded to jog over to him, but stopped for a moment to look around.
Tito: "Well, this sure as hell isn't Darkane."
Ryan: "Hand me the pipe."
Tito tossed him the pipe and turned back around the stare at the starless sky. It seemed as if somebody had bombed the sky.
Ryan took the pipe and slammed it against the small lock on the box. He opened the lid and looked in it. There were two earbuds, a screwdriver, and a tazer. He picked up the earbuds and gave Tito one, while popping the other one in his ear. Tito: "What the hell is this?"
Tito eyed the earbud suspiciously and looked at the two other items in the box.
Ryan: "It's an earpiece, put it in."
Tito shrugged and put it in without a word. He put it in the wrong ear, so he took it out and popped it in his right ear.
Tito: "What are those other thingies?"
Ryan picked up the tazer and the screwdriver. He gave Tito the screwdriver and kept the tazer.
Tito: "How come you get the tazer?"
Ryan: "Because I said so."
Tito: "Grr."
As soon as Ryan stood up from his crouched position, static filled the earbuds and a voice came on."
Voice: "Well now, it's about time you two got here. I thought you guys would be locked in that god-forsaken van for life."
Ryan narrowed his eyes and Tito looked around, paranoid.
Ryan: "Who is this?!"
Tito: ".Is this God?"
There was a laugh on the other side.
Voice: "No, I'm not God. But I will be for the time being. You two are my little. toys. You two will have your freedom. But not just yet. You two have to do everything and anything I say, or your lives are over."
Ryan: "Wait. are you trying to re-inact the fucking snuff film murders in 2006?"
There was a small snicker.
Voice: "You could say that. My name is. not important to you right now. All you need to know is that you will die if you don't obey me."
Tito: "What? Snuff film murders?"
Ryan: "Yeah. In 2006, some fuckhead kidnapped a group of people, put them in the Atlantic and made them do whatever the fuck he pleased. Didn't you see the headlines? They called it "The blood work of the century."
There was another laugh.
Voice: "Well folks, let the games begin."
Tito: "For the last fucking time, open this fucking door you shitheads!"
Tito had been pounding on the inside of the van that had came to a stop a half an hour ago. After merciless pounding, he gave up.
Tito: "Fuck. No use, they've probably just left us in here to rot our fucking faces off."
He slumped and sat down in a corner of the dimly lit van. He lifted his head to get a look at Ryan, but he was curled up in a fetal-like position with his head down.
Tito: "So. who the hell are you?"
No response. He figured he'd try again, so he scooted right up next to him and prodded him gently. Ryan flinched nervously and threw his hands around Tito's neck.
Ryan: "Look here. I lost my wife due to two mother fucking beaners, and you know what? You're Mexican, so don't expect me to get along with you."
He let go and Tito looked at him strangely, with slight fear in his eyes. He sat up and rubbed his neck.
Tito: "Well my FUCKING bad."
Ryan glared at him and started to stare lifelessly at the floor. Tito sighed and rubbed his back cautiously.
Tito: "Look. I'm sorry about what happened to you're wife. I wish I could say I've been through the same thing, but I haven't. Just, life moves on. So you need to move on. And you don't have to get along with me, let alone look at me, but for now we need to cool down and watch each other's backs so we can survive. Alright?"
He didn't get a response. He sighed and stood up, proceeding to try and break the door down again. Right as he was about to throw himself into the doors, he stopped.
Ryan: ".Yeah, alright."
Tito looked at him and smiled.
Tito: "Now that's what I'm fuckin' talking about. Now help me open this fucking door, it's killing me-"
Ryan pushed him aside and looked at the right side of the doors where he saw a small iron pipe being used as a latch.
Ryan: "Well you see, first you take out this pipe, THEN you open the door you half-ass."
Tito narrowed his eyes and blushed slightly.
Tito: "Shut it."
Ryan hopped out of the van and observed his surroundings. From what he could tell, they were in some abandoned city. He walked around the corner and looked at a small box.
Ryan: "Hey, bring that pipe over here, I found something."
Tito grabbed the iron pipe and proceeded to jog over to him, but stopped for a moment to look around.
Tito: "Well, this sure as hell isn't Darkane."
Ryan: "Hand me the pipe."
Tito tossed him the pipe and turned back around the stare at the starless sky. It seemed as if somebody had bombed the sky.
Ryan took the pipe and slammed it against the small lock on the box. He opened the lid and looked in it. There were two earbuds, a screwdriver, and a tazer. He picked up the earbuds and gave Tito one, while popping the other one in his ear. Tito: "What the hell is this?"
Tito eyed the earbud suspiciously and looked at the two other items in the box.
Ryan: "It's an earpiece, put it in."
Tito shrugged and put it in without a word. He put it in the wrong ear, so he took it out and popped it in his right ear.
Tito: "What are those other thingies?"
Ryan picked up the tazer and the screwdriver. He gave Tito the screwdriver and kept the tazer.
Tito: "How come you get the tazer?"
Ryan: "Because I said so."
Tito: "Grr."
As soon as Ryan stood up from his crouched position, static filled the earbuds and a voice came on."
Voice: "Well now, it's about time you two got here. I thought you guys would be locked in that god-forsaken van for life."
Ryan narrowed his eyes and Tito looked around, paranoid.
Ryan: "Who is this?!"
Tito: ".Is this God?"
There was a laugh on the other side.
Voice: "No, I'm not God. But I will be for the time being. You two are my little. toys. You two will have your freedom. But not just yet. You two have to do everything and anything I say, or your lives are over."
Ryan: "Wait. are you trying to re-inact the fucking snuff film murders in 2006?"
There was a small snicker.
Voice: "You could say that. My name is. not important to you right now. All you need to know is that you will die if you don't obey me."
Tito: "What? Snuff film murders?"
Ryan: "Yeah. In 2006, some fuckhead kidnapped a group of people, put them in the Atlantic and made them do whatever the fuck he pleased. Didn't you see the headlines? They called it "The blood work of the century."
There was another laugh.
Voice: "Well folks, let the games begin."
