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LH Harrison · (09-12-2014)

Ugh...

So much pain. LH's eyes remain shut as he tries to will them open. He can feel the warm drip of blood falling down the side of his face. He tries to lift his head, but the room is spinning. He can't lift it at all. He opens his eyes and sees the floor beneath him. It's concrete. LH Harrison tries to use his arms but they're not movable. They're restricted behind him. He tries again to lift his head. So... much... pain.... he finally lifts his head and it rests backwards. LH opens his eyes and sees bars. He's in a jail cell, but it's no ordinary jail cell. The wall is covered by tools. Saws, wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers, and... and... blowtorches. No, these are normal household tools... these are torture devices. Each of them is crusted right at the end. As if something dried on them. Blood. LH Harrison suddenly finds a reason to break the shackles. He begins pulling and straining at them, but nothing. He can't break the shackles. He hears the sound of a chain being thrown up against the wall every time he moves his arm. LH grits his teeth as he turns his head to the left side. He looks behind him and sees the chains connected to a single nail with a loop coming out of the wall. LH begins raising and lowering his arms behind himself, and the chain and loop looks loose. He begins doing it faster and faster as he winces in pain from the movement.

KATINGTINGTING

The loop falls out of the wall. LH Harrison takes a minute to breathe as he is still in bad shape from whoever jumped him the night before. He finally slows down his breathing and tries to move his arms. Something is still attaching them to his chair. He strains and tries to pull them from the chair, but they don't budge. LH screams in anger.

Who... what in hell is going on?

He calms himself down as his head begins throbbing. Have to think. Have to think. LH know he has to be smarter. LH begins crooking his head around assessing the situation. He's in a small jail cell roughly the size of a small kitchen in most houses. The bars on the cell look formidable, but he notices some rust around the bottom of a few bars. Maybe I can break one off there, LH thinks to himself. He looks around and notices there are two bunkbeds in the room. Each of them is built with wood with a small spring mattress. LH Harrison looks around, painfully, and notices something he hadn't the entire time. He looks straight up and in the corner of the room outside of the cell... is a camera. A small camera pointed directly at him.

I've got to take out that camera. If I do nothing else, then I need to get rid of it. With them constantly on surveillance, I'll never be able to get out of here.

It seems as soon as LH notices the camera, he hears a big creak as it sounded like a door opened. He heard footsteps. One... two... three..........twenty-eight. The footsteps stopped. Then five more steps until the shoes that made them stepped into the view. A large rotund man steps out and surveys the scene.

Well... hello there.

LH just looks at him with disgust. He spits a bit of blood in his direction.

I take it, you aren't comfortable there, Mr. Harrison? Is there anything I can do to make you feel more at home?

LH Harrison just looks at the man with fury and anger in his eyes. He finally is able to muster out a few words, "Who are you?"

The man chuckles at the question and it seems entirely unauthentic, "Who am I? I'm world-renowned. Everyone knows me! Surely, you must be familiar with Ambrose Arkham?"

LH Harrison thinks. He knows that name. Arkham. It's Cain's last name. Is this guy related to him somehow? Is he... a brother of Cain? How could Cain even have a brother considering the heinous actions he took out against Abel?

LH Harrison looks at the man dressed in a nice, expensive suit. He shakes his head as he winces. Mr. Arkham looks at him puzzled and maybe even a little peeved at LH not knowing who he is. He takes his glasses off and cleans them with a handkerchief he pulls from his breast pocket. He makes that annoying clicking noise with his teeth that all the villains from James Bond do before placing the glasses back up on his nose and ears.

"Well Mr. Harrison, soon you will not only know my name, but you will forever have it imprinted into your skull. BERTHOLD!"

A second set of feet is heard descending what now sounds like a wooden staircase. These steps are slower and make the floorboards creak even louder. LH Harrison holds his head up and sees the large man step out from behind the corner. He's roughly 6'8" and looks to weight around 350 pounds. Of sheer muscle. Not fat.

Mr. Arkham seems enthused by the reaction on LH's face as he says, "Mr. Harrison, allow me to introduce you to a dear friend of mine, Berthold. Now, Berthold, please take Mr. Harrison to chamber." He indicates a doorway behind the two men to the left that has a metallic spin lock on it. Berthold walks over to the door and gives it a mighty twist and the lock turns and the door opens up. The smell instantly fills he nasal cavities of LH Harrison. The room smelt of three things: charcoal, feces, and blood. Not an appetizing trio. Berthold slowly stomps his way across the room. Mr. Arkham places the key in the lock and unlocks the cell. Berthold comes in and unshackle LH Harrison who is laying against the chair as if there's something seriously wrong with him. Berthold lifts LH over his shoulder and carries him towards the door. As soon as they cross the threshold of the cell, LH Harrison knees Berthold in the jaw and leaps off his shoulders and grabs the security camera. He smashes it over the face of Mr. Arkham knocking his glasses off. LH steps on the glasses and throws the camera under the bunk bed. He runs up towards the entrance and climbs the stairs. His legs begin to get wobbly as he climbs them too fast. He gets to the top and he can barely walk. He opens and the door and instantly is thrust back down the stairs by a kick to the face. LH Harrison's body convulses as he falls down the staircase until he hits the concrete below. He lifts himself for a minute, but his body gives out.

The sound of footsteps is heard on the staircase again, but this time they're almost inaudible. LH Harrison barely hears the last statement before he fades into blackness.

"Good job Franz. Now Berthold, you buffoon, get this prick back in his cell."

(To Be Continued)

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