Chapter 7
Jason's POV
'School.' The last clue I had received is 'school.' They weren't talking about a real school. My foster home, my prison, my school for young orphaned criminals. I stood in front of the newly renovated building, narrowing my eyes. The past is only going to get worse, before they finally decide to stop torturing me and kill me; making sure I don't come back again.
A three story, dilapidated prison house with bars on the windows, a nice big yard with an electric fence, a meth lab in the basement, and a sign reading 'Mary Gunn's Foster Home for Orphans' used to be here.
Now the house is being used as a shelter for the homeless; courtesy of the Wayne Foundation. The house has no bars in sight, electric fence has been disabled, the smell of meth is probably gone, and a sign reads 'Wayne Foundation Shelter' has replaced what once was here. But, the memories haven't changed. They will never change. Never.
I stepped onto the newly refurbished porch and slowly turned the door knob. A homeless man was on the floor sitting execution style as a red skull lodged a bullet through his cranium. The repaired flooring was stained crimson from the bodies of twelve innocent lives. Twelve innocent lives that I couldn't save.
The skull turned her attention to me, while another member of their sick and twisted cult closed the door behind me; locking me and the executioner inside.
"We were expecting you." She purred from behind the red plastic.
"Really? I never would have seen that coming!" I growled.
"I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you!" she yelled.
I smirked. "You must be new, let me tell you how this works. I do whatever the hell I want, before deciding whether or not to kill you and how to kill you in the most painful way possible. You don't want to piss me off!"
Soon we're standing within touching distance of each other. Towering over her, I returned the glare I knew she was giving me from beneath her mask.
"You are mistaken; you do not want to piss me off. Remember that we have your weakness." She threatened.
I laughed. "We? There is no 'we.' I don't see the kid here. You have nothing over me, your 'master' might, but he isn't here. You have nothing to stop me from killing you. I have no weakness." I threatened while stepping forward as she stepped back.
Before I could even touch her, a dart pierced my neck. Damn! I should have seen that coming! Without warning, my knees collapsed from underneath me, once again. I fell onto the bloodstained flooring. I lost control of my body. My sight is blurry. I can't focus on anything, but the red. I can feel the drug surging through my body for the second time.
She bends down beside me and whispers, "You should never have betrayed us. Have fun, I know we will."
Tim's POV
My eyes followed the masked master of his cult. He'd be scribbling something down one minute, the next he'd be pacing the room. He kept returning to the cabinet and table containing chemicals for embalming people and chemicals of unknown substances; he'd mix a few of the chemicals together and fill syringes and darts with the unknown mixture. He would glance at the clock mounted above me and he would look down at me.
I avoided the mask every time he would glance in my direction. I did not like the way he'd stare at me. It was as if he couldn't wait to dispose of me, yet for some reason he was keeping me alive. He would then approach me and lift my sweater and hoodie in order to check on the towels taped to my wound. He'd occasionally run his hands through my hair and caress my cheek causing me to grow tense and allowing a shiver to run up my spine. He'd tell me that I was 'a pretty baby' and that he could see the reason why Jason would come for me. I wanted to get as far away from him as possible. I'm afraid of him. He could do anything to me; he could do anything to Jason.
Another of his 'followers' entered the room. His people continuously entered the room and left with a syringe and a location of something. Some would enter the room, only to give reports about Jason.
"He has been given the second dosage. Twelve witnesses were present, but they have been removed as a threat." The follower reported.
"Excellent. I believe he shall only require three more, before he starts wishing for death." The black and red mask replied to his slave.
"But, Master, what shall we give him after the fifth dosage?" the servant asked.
The leader turned in my direction. "Give him what he came for." He replied insidiously.