Answers

Leaking raindrops like flowing tears of an unnatural dusty face drip onto the quivering marble consistently drilling its inharmonious splashing rhythm into my all too crowded now broken line of thoughts. Spiteful silence lingering in the pitiful, dimly lit twisted shadow has about the same feel as a mental asylum. Two lanterns strung up by what appear to be bloodied nooses light the way through to the incarnated past. Each creaking board I place my cautious foot too moans in regret. Every vague splintery shape is reluctant to let even a wandering, lifeless soul pass, jabbing its split ends, muttering all at once conjuring second thoughts from the black of the mind where they had been pushed aside and hidden. A hesitant shiver caresses my spine stealing the breath from my unsuspecting lungs. A sharp intake or two of musty oxygen keeps my feet in place and revives me from my momentary lapse.
   Practically falling towards a broken bone as a mass of stone steps lunge out from their midnight gloom, glowering as I stumble. Sweating palms collide with a frozen rail, stuttering heartbeats force themselves back to the normal constant drum beat before worry consumes and devours another victim of a sudden jolt fear. I descend the last of the steps; they’re scowling at me for not joining their pile of broken prisoners. Reflections of ancient hope in shattered glass watch me with blind eyes. Souls lost so long ago, now forever caged behind cold gleaming bars of the mind. Every inanimate object observes my darkly illuminated figure brushing gently along the wall for guidance; with their unseeing eyes they’ve seen everything.
    A skulking hunk of flesh infested with lies and schemes, dressed up in skanky jeans and a filthy hoody, the worthless life shrouded away from any possible light that would melt to a puddle of dancing scummy slime, the useless waste of space just in front of my burning vision. I find myself running on sheer anger, tackling the huddled shape mercilessly. Screams escape both our throats contorting into a mixed echo of surprise, anger and pain. Chucked off, I leap to my feet; I’m already reaching for my weapon, snarling at the figure, which remains on the hateful ground. Clutching my pistol I raise it to the man’s hooded head, despite his face being overshadowed by the hood I see his pupils grow wide, his dark eyes fumbling for an escape. Pressing it against his head I flip the top part up with a clicking sound to prove to him I will fire.
“Tell me what I want to know right now or I’ll bang you’re brains to the next wall!” I yell in his ear. The man recoils in shock, inches away from the loaded barrel of the gun cocked at his right temple.
“I-I don’t know what you mean!” The man hollers, a wave of fear flowing through his weak hunched up body. Right now, I have the advantage and I am not taking no for an answer from anyone, especially not the foul squirming shape below me. His hood falls back slightly revealing a shock of spiked up hair engulfed in dust, obviously he’d been down here, plotting a while. Those pitch black eyes...the shock of spiked hair and that marking below his eye!
“You!” I hiss at the scumbag. “Don’t play games with me! You were there in Egypt. I know you and I have no reason to spare you’re life unless you give me answers! NOW!” I’m practically spraying venom. The guy glances around again desperate for escape, perhaps wishing for someone to dramatically burst through the door and save his useless life. My demanding green eyes narrow fiercely. Take no prisoners, is my new motto for this seemingly never-ending second in time, of quickened pulses, darting eyes and hyperventilation. I pull the trigger ruthlessly. “WHERE” BANG “IS” BANG “JOHNNY” BANG “ALEIN?!”