Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Jason woke up with a massive headache. Everything was dark. The air he sucked in was humid and rank.

"Why is there a bag over my head?" He wondered. Disoriented and confused, he tried to move his arms only to find they were bound behind him. He kicked his legs to find that they were bound as well. Then his memory slowly became unclouded.

"The man in the alley, he did this to me." Jason thought. He struggled some more, trying to free himself from the bindings. He had to stop though as the pain was unbearable. The bindings seemed to be cutting into his skin. In frustration, desperation, and fear, Jason screamed out. The scream then turned into a cry.

"What is going on? Why is this happening to me?" He questioned out loud.

"Because you have information that we want" a voice replied. Jason nearly fell over in his chair from fear, when the voice sounded. He thought he was alone up to that point.

"So tell me what you know and I will make your death less painful."

"I swear to you I don't know what you are talking about, please just let me go." Jason pleaded. The man walked up to Jason, lifted his leg up and kicked him in the chest, toppling Jason to the ground and knocking the wind out of him. The bindings on his wrist dug deeper into his skin. Jason fought for air, and when it returned he yelped in pain.

"I will give you a minute to think things over. When I return, I will not be so patient." The man said calmly.

Jason then listened to the footsteps of the man distance themselves from where he now lay. He heard a door creak open and slam. The footsteps then faded away. He shifted his body to the side and began to shake nervously.

"Who is this guy? What does he expect me to tell him?" He thought. He lay there in pain for five minutes, trying with all his might to know what it was he was being tortured for. I he knew he would have no problem giving the information up. But that was just the thing. He didn't know anything. Had the man picked up the wrong person? There could be no other explanation.

The door cracked open again, and the man in the bowler hat walked in the room.

"Have you made your decision?" He asked.

"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about. I really think you have mistaken me for someone else. If you let me go, I promise I won't say a word to anybody. I mean, I couldn't even if I wanted to. I haven't even seen your face." Jason pleaded.

The man neared Jason and kneeled at his side.

"Perhaps you are right my dear boy. Perhaps you aren't Jason Jason. Maybe you aren't the one I have been tracking for the last 6 months. I guess it could be possible you aren't the one who has been contacted by the Ghost. So I guess I can let you go. I mean, after all, you haven't seen me or anything."

The man paused for a second; he reached to his thigh and unsheathed a 10-inch hunters knife. He looked at it shimmer in the light. His eyes shot up and to the left as he thought. He shook his head and put the knife back in its place. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a Swiss army knife. He searched for the corkscrew and pulled it out of its slot. He nodded in approval.

"Lets just make sure you don't ever see me." The man said. Then he slowly pierced the corkscrew through the black sack covering Jason's head and into his right eye and twisted until it was in an inch deep. He then tugged Jason's eye out of its socket. Jason howled in agony. The pain was excruciating. The man started on the second eye and did just like the first. This time Jason didn't feel the pain; he had gone unconscious once again. The man removed the black sack that had been covering Jason's head.

"You won't be needing this anymore." He said to the sleeping Jason. He walked over to a table and grabbed a medical kit. He returned to where Jason lay and started cleaning his eye sockets.

"Mother always told me to keep your toys nice and tidy."