Chapter 5: Uno
"Ohhhhh..." he groaned in pain. It had been days since he had had a decent meal and his feet were freezing. He saw only darkness, his head ached deep inside, and he couched up something that smelled awful. "Ohhhh. I...I can't..." he trailed off, drifting into unconsciousness. Suddenly, a door opened, streaming in light that blinded him. "Wha..."
"Nigel, don't be afraid, it's just me," a soothing voice crooned.
He opened his eyes, expecting an angel. What he saw instead was a man in a blue suit with dirty blonde hair. His air was haughty, and Nigel found it hard to believe that the calming voice he had heard before belonged to this harsh character. "Father," he spat, his voice raspy. He struggled to get up, but his arms and legs acted like lead, bringing him crashing down to the cold cement floor. "Ahhh!" His head hit the ground, rattling his brain inside the cage of his skull.
"Don't waste your dwindling energy, Nigel. You need it to survive." The savage in blue laughed mockingly.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Nigel asked weakly.
"The same reason I have been going it for the past six years!" Father leaned closer, casting a shadow on Nigel. "Because you were an enemy, one that my mentor despised greatly. And, by torturing you, I am avenging him. Get it?"
"You're...you're a sick man," Nigel replied in between deep breaths.
"Yes," mused Father. "I may be, but it works. You are helpless, and I have the upper hand."
Nigel was furious, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long, long time. With every smirking word that Father said he felt his strength coming back. "Ahh! Shut up!" shouted Nigel as he lunged at Father. He attacked the man, knocking him down. Father's head hit the cement ground, making an ugly sound. Nigel proceeded to punch him, releasing the anger within. But his strength wasn't enough, as the man beneath him shoved him off.
"You ignorant fool!" His eyes grew in anger. "Do you know what you've done to yourself? You, Mr. Uno, have unleashed my wrath, which is directed at you!"
"Meaningless words will get you nowhere, Kenny." Nigel might have been in seclusion for the past six years, but he had not lost his mind. He had his best friend deep down, his knowledge. But, his friend had let him down, as this did not affect Father.
Instead, the man chuckled understandingly. "Nigel, it makes no difference what you call me, because soon you won't even know who you are. My wrath is upon you, and I am a man of my word." His crooked smile backed up this statement wholeheartedly. "Obviously, you still need to be broken. Congratulations, Nigel Uno. You are still thinking after six years of knowing darkness." With that, Father turned on his heel and left, slamming the door.
Sorry it's so short! Look for next chap tomorrow....or the next day!
