(Drip...drip... drip)
Gods I hate that sound.
(Drip... drip... drip)
I wince every time I hear the wet sound of a droplet hit the floor.
I'm tired, my body is feeling heavier by the second. It's taking all the dexterity I can manage not to slip on the mess of oil and blood that's spilled on the floor.
As the chains feel like they are about to rip my arms right out of my sockets I hear the loud clank of the warehouse door. They are coming... but I can't bring myself to look up, I can't bring myself to face the mess that is hanging not even two meters infront of me.
Poor girl... how am I ever going to face her father again, if I even make it out of here alive. Her screams are still ringing fresh in my ears. I never knew a person could make those sounds.
Fucking scavengers the least they could have done was kill her before ripping out her cybernetics.
As I'm lost in this thought I feel I forceful hand grab me by the chin to lift my head up. It's them the same one that butchered her, that took away one of the only things that brought me joy in this piece of shit city.
"Do you have any idea who your fucking with"
I sceam trying to put on an intimidating act. I must look pathetic right about now.
"They will find you, find out what you did and your whole crew will be absolutely fucked"
That's not a lie, the people who will be coming for us are a whole lot scarier then a rag tag group of scavengers. Honestly I'll probably be fucked too, this was my job, she was mine to protect.
The scave just looked at me, I can't tell what they are thinking, with their face hidden behind a led mask. The led smile looks like a clowns reminds me of a retro video game I played when I was a kid.
The clown pulls his hand away, that's when I realized it wasn't just them that came in.
Standing behind them looking over the girl I would of... should of given my life for was a tall man in an all black suit his eyes glowed red. Either I'm just hallucinating from the fatigue or this is the devil himself.
"You failed" said the red eyed man.
"Cut her lose the boss will take care of this him self"
"Fuck me"
was the last thing I muttered before the scave brought down a club on my head knocking me unconscious.
As consciousness slowly returns, I'm greeted by the sterile brightness of fluorescent lights
"Ugh that's bight."
Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I struggle to make sense of my surroundings. It seems I'm in some office and by the looks of how extravagantly it's decorated I assume it belongs to someone important. Well they did say they was taking me to their boss.
I nearly jump out my skin when I hear the door shut from behind me. I bolted out of the chair whit a spin.
"Good morning Koga" said a man standing there with a metallic smile.