Chapter 8

Man: "I'm in need of another candidate. My games can't be postponed for very long. They are far too much fun for me!"

He soon went out into the streets to find him a new 'candidate' to play with. He observed several people of interest, but none were his taste for today. He almost lost hope in finding one, until he saw him.

The guy was about 19 years old. He wore a leather jacket with piercings on his nose and mouth. He had short slick black hair, which was combed back. He seemed to be waiting for someone. He walked over to the man.

Man: "You waiting for someone?"

Guy: "Fuck off."

Man: "That's not nice."

The guy pulled out a knife. The man pulled out a gun. The gun had a silencer, so he wouldn't be heard.

*Click*

Man: "Come with me. I want to show you something."

Guy: "Ok, j-just don't shoot. I'm sorry."

Man: "Time for sorry is over, now walk."

He gestured with his gun to the alley from which he came. The guy obeyed and walked into the dark alley.

Man: "What is your first name?"

Guy: "Alex."

Man: "Well, Alex, I am Watson. And I've taken a liking to you."

Watson opened a door and Alex walked in. A few minutes passed until they were in the same familiar hallway and the rooms to the side. Crying could be heard by them. Most of women. Some of men. They stopped at an empty cell. He opened the door for Alex.

Watson: "This is where you will be staying."

Alex: "Like hell I'm staying here! Let me go! Now!"

Watson: "Oh, but I haven't had any fun yet!"

Watson stabbed a syringe into Alex and emptied it into him. Alex began to loose balance, then Watson pushed him into the room.

Alex: "What d-did you d-do?"

Watson: "It's a tranquilizer."

Alex then layed his head down and fell asleep.

Watson: "I will see you when you wake up. Alex."