[ WP ] `` Make sure you tell me how it went . ''

`` What the hell do you want from me!?'' He screamed, arms chained behind his back. He was kneeling, blood drooling from his face and chest. A single light shown down on this poor soul as waited, entrapped in this foreign room. His mind was racing, no single thought was possible to maintain. 
 
 `` I thought we've been over this.'' A familiar yet chilling voice cooed from the darkness. Walking slowly and emerging from the lone light was a man in a brown shirt. It was untucked and messy, full of stains and tears. His jeans were dark with encrusted blood and his whiskered face only knew seriousness. 
 
 `` I wo n't... I wo n't!'' The prisoner declared, swinging his head and sobbing like a child. The man in the brown shirt lifted his right arm, and with it, a bat. The bat rested under the chin of the chained man and his head was slowly raised. 
 
 `` All you have to do is kill him. And I wo n't kill you. That was the deal, and you know you fucked up this time, friend. There's no backing out of it.'' He pulled the bat away and rested it atop his shoulder. 
 
 `` He's my best friend!!'' The man wailed once more; Brown-shirt was not impressed. 
 
 `` Do it.'' He threw the bat down and slowly paced behind the prisoner. The chains were loosened and eventually removed. 
 
 The man fell onto his face, the cold floor pressing against his cheek but only briefly before warm blood subdued it. What should he do? He ca n't run, there's no escape. With his best friend waiting just behind that door, and the only way out is the end his life, what choice did he have? It's been months... This has to end... 
 
 `` Okay...'' He whimpered, staring at the bat through clouded eyes. His mind was hollow. The man in the brown shirt stopped and slowly turned, staring intently at the bat as well. The once chained individual picked up the bat and stared at it. He knew what it meant to be holding this, but he did n't want to. He knew what was the come. He limped towards the door. It was metallic and rusted; dripping with whatever substance resembling iron blood. The handle was cold as his fingers wrapped around it. 
 
 `` Make sure you tell me how it went.''
