The smell of chalk invades my nose. My head pounds as I try to remember what happened before I blacked out. Peeling my face off a steel table my vision is blurry and my stomach turns. Where am I? I feel the chains wrapped around my hands and feet and fear grasps me when I imagine what I did to get me into this mess. "Remember damn you, remember!"
I open my eyes and see I am not alone. I swing my head up quickly and see several other people my age all around this big steel table. All staring at me. The smallest one, a girl, rubs her chin back and forth on her shoulder while clearing her throat. I try to pull my hands free to wipe the drool from my face but when I cant, I take her cue and wipe my chin on my shoulder.
"Thank you"
"Your welcome" She shrugs at me and I see that she is chained as well. I swing my head to look at every other kid, all 10 of them, all chained.
"Why are we here?" I ask even though I know everyone is probably wondering the same thing. The boy all the way down at the end sighs deeply and shakes his head. He doesn't know anything even though he is playing like he does.
"My name is Cassidy."
I turn my head back over to the right and that girl is leaning close to me with a smile. I cant help but smile back. "Hi Cassidy, I'm Johnny."
"Johnny what?"
My smile fades, I hate my last name. It only depicts who my father is, the famous John Wikk, the sadistic but intelligent serial killer who cant be caught. "Just Johnny." Cassidy's green eyes watch me disapprovingly for a few moments and then she muster's up another question for me.
"Johnny? Do you know why we are all here?"
"I wish I did Cassidy, but I cant remember anything." Her small features scrunch into a frown and I wish like hell I could tell her that everything was gonna be okay.
"Oh yeah? Well can you feel anything? Like how about those fresh stitches in your face?'
My head turns quickly to see the boy down on the end of the table smirking at me. He is all trouble I can tell right away. "Actually no. What's your name?"
"Scoot in closer there Johnny boy.."
I lean my head as far to the end of the table I can.
"My name is, Death!"
OK the mans defiantly lost it. "Nice to meet you death" I say with a smile.
"You think I am kidding? If you only knew who my father was..."
"Shit! That's it!" I look over to the guy across from me, "Whats your dad's name?"
"I...I...I don't want to say."
The kid looked terrified of his forename just as I was. No one was gonna give up their last name first. I turned back to Cassidy, "Cassidy, what is you father's name?"
"I was adopted Johnny."
Oh no, even though I felt a strong need to protect her from the truth, I knew I had to tell them who i was.
"Well since no one else will fess up.." I was cut off my the maniac formally known as death down on the end.
"My name is Joe Sharp."
Everyone except for me inhaled in shock. This idiot really thinks he is the only serial killers offspring in this room when actually I believe we all are. But why? Why are we all here? I look over the guy at the other end of the table, "What about you, whats your name?"
"Are you F****** kidding me? I just said I was Joe Sharp."
The idiots talking again, "I heard you."
"As in I am the son of Joe Sharp Senior, your know the killer?"
Sigh, will he ever shut up? "I am aware of that Joe and you don't scare me" I keep asking around the table to see who if anyone would just tell me who they are when idiot has to have the last word.
"Who the hell are you then?"
I didn't want to answer. Even though I figured all these people had a killer for a parent, my father is amongst the worst for sure. I didn't want to scare little Cassidy who hasn't had to live through what I have. "Like I said, Just Johnny." How can this animal be proud of having a monster for a parent. Although he makes me sick, I give him the benefit of the doubt as I have no idea what he has been through to make him so insane.
I was checking out my surroundings when a door somewhere behind me opened. I saw all the eyes across me glance up but I couldn't turn to see.
"Good morning kids, my name is Officer Mink and you are all now government property."
The eyes glaring above me, sunk down into some desperate state of 'please tell me I am dreaming'.
"Id like to officially welcome all 10 of you to project apple"
Officer Mink finally made his way around to the far end of the table to the right of me. He was short, maybe 5'6", had a black police man uniform on with a bald head. There was a stack of black folders in his left arm.
"F*** you and your fruit project." Of course it was Joe that had to insult the officer.
"Ah Joey," The slam of the folders echoed as Mink dropped them on the steel table, "so good of you to volunteer. Lets see here," He shuffles a few folders around and picked one up. Bouncing it open in his hand he almost looked like he was enjoying himself. "Son of Joe Sharp I see." Mink reads into the file and flips a few pages around, "eh, he was just a gunslinger."
I couldn't help but smirk, even though our parents were nothing to be proud of, Joe's father was just a run of the mill generic shooter.
"Well I don't have a lot of time so I am gonna make this short and sweet kids. First off, we only have room for six of you so let me see a show of hands who doesn't want to be here. Oh silly me, your hands are tied at the moment aren't they"
Reaching into his pocket he pulled a key chain from his pocket with a bottle opener attached. Being a drunk fit his demeanor greatly, as far as I can tell this man was ruthless and without heart. As cuffs came off, hands went up...everyone's but mine. I didn't trust this man. "What will happen to the other four who dont stay here in the project?"
Mink's eyes locked onto me, good, I want to see his reaction when he tries to lie to me. "Well they will go home of course." Gotcha.
I noticed Cassidy's hand way up as high as she could reach and I shook my head at her. I hoped she trusted me at least enough to listen to my warning. 'why' she mouthed at me, 'trust me' I mouthed back. I could feel my body heat up the longer that her hand stayed up. 'please' I pled in a whisper. Her hand dropped.
"Whats wrong sweetie? You don't wanna go home?" Mink wasn't stupid and saw her hand up a few seconds ago. He looked at me and if he read my file then he knew he was caught.
"I just wanna stay with Johnny." Cassidy leaned her head on my shoulder. I would protect her from all of this, or as much as I could.
"Very well. I will call someone in to unshackle your feet and then we will separate in groups from there." Mink picked up his files and I watched carefully to see what arm he placed them in, the left. My heart sank for the other four kids, they weren't going to be going home.
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