HGW Prologue: "A Lost Man Found"

 0: “A Lost Man Found”

The summer breeze rippled through the warehouse as he opened up a window. Light peered through on my eyes forcing me to shield them as I was trying to lift my hands I realized I couldn’t. I squinted as I looked down to see that I still had ropes tied to me. What the hell? And where was I!? My vision became clearer and I saw a man with sandy blonde hair walk over to a table with papers on it and a box along with a pen. That’s when I realized that I wasn’t alone and that there are two other persons with me.

“Honestly Joe are you sure he’s the one we are looking for?” the sandy blonde hair guy asks Joe.

“Seriously Charles? I’m no Sherlock but I can guarantee you that I am the best detective there is. Now are you going to go through this or not? I don’t want my agency to find out about this shady business that you are putting me through.” Joe said while letting out a sigh of frustration.

“For the last time Joe my family isn’t shady and I do appreciate your help! But was tying him up necessary?” Charles asked Joe and shook his head but Joe’s face turned into a gigantic smile.

“Meh it wasn’t necessary per say but he wasn’t responding well and lashed out on my guys. Hey he even knocked Conner unconscious!” the smile faded and as I began to speak I just heard muffled noises coming from my mouth. That’s when I realized that my mouth was ducked taped. Who are these crazy people!? I rolled my eyes only to see the Charles and Joe looking at me.

“And I see our victim is awake” the grin returns on his face making me shoot daggers at Joe while Charles walks over to me only to stop two feet away.

“Sorry to scare you Marco but according to Joe your encounter with him was a little rough” Charles said…wait how did he know my name? He dug into his trench coat pocket to produce a Swiss Army knife which got me scared. Are they going to kill me? Torture me into information that I wouldn’t know? Didn’t these two buffoons only know I was an 21 year old community college student from Little Rock, Arkansas! Speaking of which WHERE THE HELL WAS I!? I sure wasn’t about to get killed right here and there so I kicked around in my chair hoping I could knock that knife out of his hands.

“And you wonder why I sedated him! But then again pulling a knife out of your pocket isn’t the idea meet and greet huh?” Joe took something out of his pocket something I couldn’t recognize. He walked over to me but Charles only held up his hand to stop him.

“Don’t” he said to Joe who looked at him in frustration. I was happy my vision returned to normal as I was able to get a good look at these two. Joe was a little bit shorter than Charles and he also looked a little bit younger as well. He had short black hair and deep grey eyes. He also wore a matching trench coat like Charles did.

“Seriously Char! If you release him like this he’s just going to bolt to the door and then all our hard work would be lost!” Joe shifted in his feet and I recognize the thing he was holding in his hand a syringe. Specifically a sedative syringe. My eyes grew wide at what he was trying to do…oh God not again! I continued to kick my feet at him only for Charles to tell Joe to put the syringe away. He signed and did what his partner told him to do.

Charles came closer to me and I continued to kick my feet. “Hello Marco” he began in a friendly voice that sent my blood to go cold and my feet to stop kicking.

“My name is Charles Rayford and this is my best friend and detective Joe McKenzie. We are very sorry to have startled you like this but we have been looking for you for a very, very long time Marco. Okay now that the introductions are over I am going to take the tape off your face” he did as he said and took the silver duct tape off my face gently. I was actually glad Charles did and not Joe for I fear that he would have ripped it off only to see me in pain. HELL YEA I WAS FINALLY FREE…to talk but hey it’s a start.

“WHERE AM I” I demanded and Joe placed his hands over his ears as I knew in some way shape or form that I was not back in my home town of Little Rock.

“You’re in the sunny city of Los Angeles, California” my eyes were glued on Charles but it was actually Joe who I refused to look in the face…actually that guy scared the crap out of me. He was the one who sedated me in the process!

“Okay second question: why where you guys trying to look for me?” I asked no one in particular this time.

“B-because” Charles began he ran his hand over his face trying to come up with an answer that could give me enough information but at the same time not enough. And low and behold he did.

“I’m your brother” I was honestly shocked, shocked so much that I began to laugh as it was the only way for me to calm down. My brother? M-my brother ha! Last time I checked I was an only child left at the tender age of six to fend for himself and live off the lands of Arkansas. ALONE. I continued to laugh and began to roll in my chair. I laughed and laughed until my world began to fill in darkness.