Morning all. This morning I actually woke up and had a reasonably easy time actually feeling awake. As I am not a natural morning person, I found this oddly disturbing. I must have actually slept well last night. Since I never sleep well, this is throwing me off just a little bit as well. So time to do something routine. The morning Prompt. Everyone ready? Excellent. See you in fifteen minutes.
Well I suppose that’s what happens when my brain is slightly more awake prior to doing the morning prompts. I may work on this later this afternoon. I kind of want to know what happens next.
Tuesday, December 8th: I’ve waited for this for a long time.
“I’ve waited for this for a long time,” he said. The voice was cold and menacing, devoid of any sympathy. His eyes though were hot, burning and filled with all of the passion that was stripped from his voice. I flinched back from it, or at least as much as my bonds allowed. The ropes burned where they had already rubbed my wrists raw, but the pain was nothing in the face of my rising panic.
“I don’t understand,” I said. “What have I done to…”
“You know what you have done,” he snarled. The fury leaked into his words like lava oozing up through a hole in the ground. I was surprised the air didn’t hiss and steam around them.
“But I don’t,” I said. I tried to swallow back my fear and sound rational as I spoke with him. This was just a normal, average conversation, Just an attempt to settle a misunderstanding over coffee. He reached for the tray and let his fingers dance over the array of shiny and very sharp looking objects on its surface.
‘Right,’ I thought swallowing back a spurt of panic. ‘Just a friendly conversation.’
His hand closed over the hilt of a small knife with a short curved blade. It looked like it would be painful. I blocked out the thoughts of what it could do to my skin, would do if I couldn’t talk this maniac out of using it.
“Look,” I said. I licked suddenly dry lips as he took a step towards me. “I don’t even know you.”
He laughed “Don’t know me.” He spread his arms wide and I tried not to focus on the knife blade as it glinted in the overhead lights. “Take a look at me Steve. How could you not recognize me after what you and your brother Kevin did to me? I know it’s been a few years, but surely I haven’t changed that much.”
“My name’s Kyle, not Steve and I’m an only child. I don’t have a brother named Kevin. I don’t have any brothers.” I told him.
The man stopped moving. Even still he was terrifying, like a snake waiting for his prey to break cover. “Don’t lie to me,” he said.
I shook my head. “I’m not lying.” I told him. “My name is Kyle.”
He tilted his head to the side as though studying me for a second and then shook his head as though dismissing the thought. “You are Steve. You have to be.”
“I’m not,” I said. “Check my driver’s license. It’s in my wallet.”
I didn’t want him any closer to me than he had to be but if my options were having him pull my wallet out of my back pocket or slicing me open with the blade he had in his hand I would take the wallet.
“It’s in my back pocket,” I told him.
He tapped the flat of the knife against his thigh as he narrowed his eyes in thought. He walked towards me, knife arm swinging casually by his side.
“If you are lying to me,” he began, his voice low and threatening.
“I’m not,” I said. “You have the wrong man.”
He stopped in front of me, his breath hot on my cheek as he reached around to pull my wallet out of my pocket.
Ten til Midnight 