Timmy coughed. The fire was everywhere, he couldn't breathe. The door finally gave up and he was out his burning apartment, in cold night air. But his frozen blood had nothing to do with the weather. It had to do something with the fact that he forgot to take his guns. And since the fire could not be an accident... A ounch at the back of his head was no suprise.
„Where is Brandon!" Timmy was hanging upside down in a cold room that was, judging by the red stains on the walls, torture room. A blade, that was previously put in fire, made another cut in his abdomen „I don't know!" he screamed „I don't know, I don't know!" He hated the sound of pleading in his voice, but he couldn't help it. The pain was almost unbearable. The man holding the knife snikered „We know that, dear child" he made another cut, causeing Timmy to cry out „We just want to play, you know?" Now it was a punch that broke his know. Timmy was blinded in pain, but he continued to listen „You made a lot of enemies for your twenty years, got that? Well, one of them paid us to kill you, but nobody says that we can't have our fun, right?" The man took his left arm and roughly broke it. Timmy screamed. „Please, stop" he whispered. Someone in the crowd surrounding him stood up „Dude, just kill him already, I am getting bored" The man that was torturing him for hours growled, but obviously decided to obey „You are luck guy, ya know that?" Before Timmy could say something about the absurd of that sentence, his neck got broken as well. His body was found next morning in the Magix lake.