Waking up, Marek was surrounded by pure darkness, no light to be seen or sound to be heard.
Thinking about what happened, the last thing he remembered was turning around to face the one who spoke to him. Then getting punched in the face so hard it knocked him unconscious. "So they took me huh," Marek thought as he touched he throbbing jaw.
"There's no time like the present I suppose," Marek thought as he slowly got up still sore from getting punched by a hunter. He didn't know why that his body hurt besides his jaw, maybe they beat him up more after he was unconscious.
Standing up, Marek slowly walked in one direction, taking one step at a time. Having his hands stretched out before him so he doesn't run into a wall.
Finally, after a half dozen of steps, Marek ran into a wall. Touching the walls, moving his hands up and down, side to side, searching to find a window or another way to break out of the cell.
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After an hour of searching the room, Marek couldn't find anything that could help him escape. No windows, only thing he found was a door, the only thing besides the walls that were there.
Marek had tried to open the door, but it was locked, something he expected. He tried a few ways to get the door open, kicking it, seeing if it was unlocked, he even resorted to screaming hoping someone would hear him.
Nothing worked. So Marek decided to wait, wait for the people who broke into his home and kidnapped him.
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Time passed. Marek spent time thinking and sitting in the dark.
Marek started to hear a whisper, that whisper slowly grew louder as the sound go closer. Then the door that was locked slowly clicked then opened.
Standing there in the doorway of the room were two men. The men were dressed like the people who kidnapped him. They just stared at each other until Marek broke the silence," what do you want? Why did y'all break into my home and kidnapped me?"
"We want to know where your parents are," one of the men in black answered. "We took you because what parents wouldn't care about their child wellbeing."
Marek responded," I don't know where they went or what their up to."
The men in all black walked to Marek, one remained standing while the other slowly knelt down eye level to him. Grasping his throat, the man slowly squeezed and pulled him up. "Boy, give us what we want to know and maybe you'll have a chance of living," the man said before releasing his grip on Marek's throat.
Marek dropped back to floor coughing due to how hard his throat was squeezed. Barely able to spit the words out," I don't nothing. My parents left a few years ago not telling me anything. They didn't leave anything behind nor anybody to give me to."
"Let's get to know each other, we got plenty of time too. Nobody's looking for you so you can give your hopes up," the man said continuing," people call me Mitch." Marek stared at the man, not knowing how to get him to believe that he was telling the truth.
Mitch waved his hand and the guy standing behind him walked over to Marek and started to beat him. Kicked to the stomach, punched in the face. It continued with Marek not knowing how much time passed or how many punches and kicks he took. The man controlled his power to not knock Marek unconscious. Otherwise, he could kill Marek easily. Marek knew, that both men were hunters.
From what Marek knew, hunters were like superhumans. They held power that mere mortals like Marek couldn't fathom. His parents were the same. His parents told Marek a few things about hunters, what to be wary of, different classification of hunters, special powers some have and a few other things. Marek was thinking before he was interrupted by Mitch.
"I'll comeback maybe in a few hours or days, when I do you better tell me what I want to know or... I'll let you imagine the rest." Mitch finished waving his hand getting the man to stop beating Marek. Mitch started laughing as he and the other guy left the room with a resounding bang as the door closed.
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Marek didn't know how much time passed, whether it was hours or days but Mitch never showed back up. Marek was happy about that, not having to suffer their abuse again. He feared that the next time he sees them, they will take it a step further, torture.
Then he heard a sound, a whistling of sorts. Marek was staring at the door fearing what will come through that door. He knew, he was going to get totured to find the answer he didn't have. He didn't know where his parents went or what they were doing.
Click
The door opened and it was another man standing there by himself. The man wore the same getup as the others. He had short blond hair, with bright blue eyes. It looked like his eyes were glowing. He had a blond goatee. The man was pretty tall, looked to be a lot taller than the previous two guys.
The man walked into the room and stood in front of Marek. "Finally found you boy," than man said.