Ok… so I kinda hit a blank wall after part one, but I’m hoping that this would be as enjoyable as the one before. As always, your feedback is appreciated.
P.S. For those who haven’t read part one, I would highly recommend doing so to get a better understanding of the story.
It was quite strange. The environment; the atmosphere; the people. Especially the people. For one thing they were the farthest from the people he had known before. Which made him question: What kind of people he had known?
The little compound he had reached after a treacherous trek in the woods, turned out to be full of people. All kinds. Men, women, kids…even the odd dangerous kinds.
“Fit in or get your head cut off.” He had been warned. Most of his questions went unanswered along with ‘what is this place’ and ‘who are these people.’ After all his money was snatched away-‘your price to stay here’- he had just been whisked to a small windowless room and had stayed there for the past few days-no questions asked, none answered.
A knock on the door indicated the dinner had arrived. But he was surprised to hear the tiniest whisper.
“Open the door, quick!” the urgency in the tone made him open the door without delay. In came a tiny man, so short, for a second he mistook him for a kid.
“DK5643?” the man asked and he was surprised to hear that number again. Surprise gave way to suspicion and then finally relief-relief that someone knew him, that someone held the answer to all his questions.
“Who are you? Who am I? What am I doing here?” the questions came in a burst.
“I don’t know who are you but I do know you’ll be dead soon, unless…”
“Unless what? What are you talking about?”
“I heard that tonight is a night of celebration. And mind you, nights of celebration always begin with a sacrifice. You have to run away before that.”
“What makes you think I’d believe you?”
“Well, it’s either that or your life.”
He pondered that for a second.
“Where will I go? I don’t even know who I am!!”
“I know a safe place a few miles out. I can trek with you. We leave in an hour. Remember; don’t leave the room before I come back. Don’t listen to whatever anyone says. They’d try to turn you against me. They don’t want you to leave. After all, you are their sacrifice… ”
The tiny man walked away and DK5643 stood there stupefied. Could he trust that man? He had no idea who was he-a friend or a foe? Hell! He didn’t have any idea who he himself was. Answers to his questions lay in that man and he wouldn’t let him go so easily…
Right a minute after he left, there was another knock on the door. Before he could open it, someone slipped a note underneath. He picked it up.
Sometime soon, if not already, you’ll meet a man. He is going to pretend that he’ll save your
life. Don’t listen to him. He is lying. He once was a member of this clan, but something went wrong and he threatened us that every night of the full moon he would kill one of our members. We aren’t allowed to talk about it. If they find that I have tried to protect you they are going to kill me. We haven’t lost anyone for the past five years and I don’t want you to be the first… keep safe.
He shivered as he read the note. The man was right. They would stop him from going. But what if the note was true? He started to reason with himself. If the people here knew that there would be a killing tonight, why hadn’t they tightened the security? Why write to him when they could as well confront him? The more he thought, the more he believed in that tiny man. He had told him they would try to stop him. He was right.
He waited for the man to come back. Just as decided, he knocked on the door an hour later.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“DK.” He said. It was the closest to the name he had. Ironic, cause the initials actually stood for don’t know.
“Ok, DK call me Stan. Let’s get out of here.”
They made their out of the compound, swiftly and silently. He could hear the laughter of the people enjoying their ‘night of celebration.’ As they walked pass an open doorway, he saw a man trapped in a guillotine. He shivered. If it wasn’t for Stan, it would have been him. This proved that he could trust him.
The scientists worked furiously, comparing notes, checking and rechecking their evaluations. The lab, twelve floors underground, was a frenzy of action. DK5643 had turned out different from their other subjects. He had blindly believed the person who called himself Stan, and followed him out of the safe house. Now that was strange. Most people checked the authenticity of the story first. But then again, his blind faith could come in handy…
“Hey Stan, when are we going to reach that ‘safe place’ of yours?” DK asked him after they had been trekking for almost over an hour.
“Almost there…” he replied.
A few minutes later, they reached a small clearing, with a number of little huts. They were numbered in an odd way. Two alphabets, followed by a four digit number. Almost like… He opened the piece of paper.
And there it was, on a small hut ahead, the same number which had been haunting him for days. DK5643.
He ran towards it, as Stan took a step back hiding a smile.
He opened the door, and bright flash of light blinded him. He could smell something burning but couldn’t feel anything.
From a safe distance away, Stan witnessed the huge ball of fire engulfing DK5643-the hut and the man…
So like I said, I had a writer’s block and I’m not really sure if this was up to the mark. I’ll try to make up for it in part three… :)