• Just Business


    I couldn't see, I couldn't hear...I couldn't breathe. Something was wrong. Could it be a dream? No...it felt to real. I struggled to move, but my arms were bound, feet firmly planted to the ground. I was thirsty, hungry, fatigued. What happened? Where am I? Who am I? A sharp pain shot through my head.

    A large hand grasped my head and removed a bag from my head. A stream of light flooded into my eyes. I scanned the area, disoriented. It was a simply basement. Washing machine, dryer, old junk...one would find in any home.

    "My, my. Look at you Tim. Have a rough night last night?" a voice said.

    A figure entered a room and took a seat next to a larger character. The darkness hiding his face from view.

    "W-where am I? Who a-are you?" I choked out.

    "C'mon you don't remember your ol' pal Victor?"

    "Victor? Whose'sat?" I mumbled, confused.

    "Geez, Butch. How hard did you hit him on the head? Don't even recognize his own house. It's me, your buddy...Vic."

    The name sounded familier...I just couldn't quite place it. Buddy? Friend? No, not this man. No friend of mine would do this to me.

    "Vic? Victor! You're that lone shark! Why am I tied to a chair!? Let me go!" I struggled in my chair thrashing about, but the thing was glued to the floor.

    "Ah ah. You don't want my boy Butch here to knock your lights again do ya'? But first...where's Mr. Bocino's cash?"

    "I don't have it Victor! I told Mr. Bocino that I would have the cash in a month!"

    "Mr. B don't have a month Tim! He's out on bail and he needs the money now!"

    "I told you! I don't have your money!"

    "Really now? Your family says otherwise. Butch! Bring 'em out."

    I stopped dead. The large man withdrew to the darkness and appeared once again, wheeling two stiff figures out on a chair. My eyes grew large and I began to sweat. They had my family...

    "ROSALIN!? SAM!? ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?" I yelled.

    "They can't hear you Tim. They're dead."

    My heart skipped a beat. I went into denial. A dream...it had to be a dream. Thousands of thoughts rushed through my head but they didn't make sense. I felt like I was going to explode. I gritted my teeth and tears trickled down my eyes...

    "Y-you...BASTARDS!" The adrenaline rushed through my veins as I tried with all my might to lift out of my chair. The two figures simply stared at me coldly. I gave in, mentally and physically exhausted...I wanted their blood.

    "We have your money Tim...unfortunately, you're services are no longer required."

    No. My eyes widened, and I froze in my chair. The figure slowly stood up from it's chair. He pulled a gun from his coat and raised it to my head. His eyes, cold and hard as ice.

    "Nothing personal Timmy...it's just business."