He twisted his wrists viciously. Crispy crackling sounds from his stiff bones echoed in the deserted room. His mind was continuously busy in calculating all the possible consequences of all the possible actions he can do. He looked at both the men and smiled peculiarly. They were staring at him as if expecting a sudden blow and preparing themselves for a counter attack move. 

"So it can't be that easy!", said the man. 

The serious one replied, "Oh, it's easier than you think." 

The man didn't seemed hesitated but twitched a bit. 




There was an awkward silence during this interval when suddenly the dead air broke. The man stretched out his hand quickly and , with a flashing speed, grasped the gun lying on a small stand-table at arm's length. 

He stood up swiftly and pointed the gun at both of them. However, they stood calmly in front of him as if they were anticipating this action. 





"Child's play!", remarked the man, "But before I kill you both, I want some answers. First question: Who are you?" 

The serious one answered, "We are ordinary people you find everyday around you." 

The man didn't exhibit any sign of confusion but continued, "Why am I brought here?" 

The smiling one responded hastily with the usual satirical tone, "You asked for it, low-level life-form." 

"What do you want?", he asked another question as if his brain is ambitiously oozing out inquiries. 

Both of them turned a deaf ear to his inquisition as if they want to ignore his further interrogation without any fear. 





Instead, the smiling one cackled, "He's going to kill us."

"No, he's going to kill himself", declared the serious one. 



To Be Continued


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