Chapter 4

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Don's silent thoughts were shattered by the loud creak of the door opening and slamming shut, light suddenly illuminated the room. Don was able to see his suroundings clearly, it was an appartment, or what looked like an appartment. One wall was made of bricks to cut the room in half, the other three walls were white plaster, a window was covered with a black... cloth of some sort that had a slight hole in it.

Don had expected the stranger to be back again, but it was a different person. This guy had white hair, fairly young (not much older than Don), grey eyes, skinny and tall, same clothes as the other guy except this one had a sleeveless trench. It hadn't stunned Don to see an albino, though his brain was telling him he should.

"Hullo," he had a slight Brittish accent. "My name is Bazil, sorry 'bout my friend back there. He gets like that a lot, freaky really." he talked while pulling on gloves, like seeing a person tied to a chair was nothing new.

Don's eyes began to water from the bright light, seeing this Bazil chukled, "I'm not a fan of the dark, not 'fraid of it, Ijust don't like having stubbed toes."

Don wasn't captured by this guy, he might have liked him.

"Now, why I am here, I was going through your wallet, very unorganized by the way for an agent. Lots of pictures, ever hear of picture frames? Anyways there are a few that caught my eye..." Bazil pulled a few peices of paper from inside his coat. Don reconized them instantly, one was of him and his FBI team at one of those company BBQ's, another one was a family photo, the other one was of him and Charlie playing football that was taken a few years ago.

Bazil chose the family photo which contained him, Charlie, his father, and his mother before she died.

"Is it yours? No wait stupid question, of course it's yours, you're in it," said Bazil, holding the picture toDon's face then bringing it back to his own and continued to study it, Don could only imagine what Bazil was thinking.

"Your family? Right?" said Bazil, looking at the back of the picture then flipping to the front. "Nice mum, I don't remember mine, died when I was a baby."

"And is this your father? Nice people fathers are... really." Bazil continued not noticing Don. Don was growing angry, he did not want his family in this.

"And who is this?" Bazil held up the picture to Don, his finger pointing to Charlie's face.

Don remained silent, trying to mask his emotions but failing.

"A brother perhaps?" inquired Bazil.

"Stay the hell away from my family," Don finally spoke, anger seething in his voice.

"Ah, struck a chord I see," said Bazil. "Don't worry we're not interested in your family. At least I'm not."

"But I am." The stranger from before entered the room.

"Roane, I was busy." said Bazil frustrated at the interruption.

"So was I, Bazil," Roane said back. "I need to talk to you alone. Now."

And both men left the room, leaving Don alone. Don hung his head, he wondered what would happen to him, he wondered if his family was alright. After a few minutes, Don felt himself grow sleepy against his will, then he noticed gas being pumped into the room. No matter how hard he tried, Don couldn't keep awake and he fell asleep.

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I am done with this chapter, it was rather short.

I just wanted people to know that I may'be starting another story soon. One-shot may'be.

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Farewell, till I update again.