** Chapter 1 has been updated so i recommend rereading that one before chapter 2**
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I open my eyes and try to look around and am suddenly aware of the headache blazing throughout my body. I clench my teeth and sit up. I’m in the middle of a small tube like cave although I can tell the cave doesn’t go all the way to the surface because of the lack of light and air circulation. I pull my aching body over to one of the walls and collapse. Even the small movements of breathing make me aware of the extent of my injuries. I look around the prison like cave and see nothing but round stone walls. Jumbled thoughts race through my mind. Who am I? I ask myself. I pause searching through my brain for some sign of a life. Had I been here for a while? I finally remember. My name is Alexander Fotiá . I have a twin sister. And… what else? OH! Parents! My mom is Aliah and my dad is James. But what happened to them? My heart sinks they died in a fire. Tears gather in my eyes threatening to spill but I have more important things to worry about. “Where am I?” I wonder aloud. “In a safe place.” a raspy masculine voice calls and as I look around I see a figure materialize in front of my eyes. I blink but he doesn’t disappear. He has on a black hooded cape that covers his face and his dark gray pants and black boots look 50 years old. He also has on an pale blue tunic that looks like it hadn’t been washed in a while.. He takes a step towards me and I scoot back hitting my head on the wall behind me. Pain washes over me in waves. I put one hand on the ground to steady myself. I take a few shaky breaths before turning my attention to the figure. “Did you start the fire.” I say looking at his hood which is covering his face. “So our little prisoner hasn’t forgotten how to talk.” The figure sneers. “Who else did this?” I ask accusingly “What do you mean?” His hood tilts to the side and he looks confused. “You said our.” I explain “So that would mean that there was more than one of you.” “Well you didn’t think that I was planning on doing this alone did you?” he asks me with a snort. “No.” I say my face turning pink. “But you still haven’t answered my question.” “Really?” He says his hood tilting up as if he was trying to remember. “it must have slipped my mind remind me what it was” “Did you start the fire.” I ask sucking in a deep breath that made pain explode in my chest. “You say it more like a statement than a question.” The figure observes. I grit my teeth. My patience is wearing thin. “Just answer the question!” I scream at him my face red. “Yes I did.” The figure says clearly enjoying this. “Did you know it would kill my parents?” I say softly looking at the floor and fearing the answer. “What was that? Can you speak up?” The figure taunts. I look up see his hood is still turned away from me. “I said did you know it would kill my parents?” I say louder the question echoing off the walls. The hood turns slowly towards me it looks up and the hood falls off. Underneath is a man about 25 years old with dim yellow eyes and gray hair. His pupils were slits and his skin was white except for his veins which were purple and stood out against his otherwise pale frame. He looks me straight in the eyes and he says. “I was the one with the idea. I knew we had to get you somehow but no one else knew how we could get rid of your mother. She was the only one who would stop us. So I got rid of her. I got rid of her and paid the price. Your father was just a bonus. I was hoping you would die too but I’m not that lucky. I guess we will have to deal with you, there’s no guarantee you’ll leave this place alive.” He laughs a broken laugh. One that echos through my ears so loud that I knew my ears should hurt but all I can focus on is what he said. My parents were murdered. He says something else in a taunting voice but I cant hear him. My vision swims and my heart beats so loud in my ears that I can barely think. So when I look down and see him pointing a gadget at my arm with flames pouring out of it onto my arm I scream. Not because it hurts but because it doesn’t. I feel no pain from the bluish-purple flames and it scares me. My mind is swarming with thoughts rushing through my head and I cannot focus. The flames stop and I hear the figure say seven words that set me off balance. “I watched your mom suffer and I enjoyed every second of it.” He hits me hard on the head with the butt of his gun. I gladly welcome the silent darkness as it drags me under and fills my mind.
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