I'm hungry.

I've never been so hungry, it's actually scary.

I jumped at the noise of my growling belly. I was curled up in a ball on the bed, clutching my empty stomach. The pain becoming almost unbearable. The door behind me squeaked, followed by light footsteps.

I turned around and at that that moment my belly let out a vicious growl. My cheeks flushed as my eyes met with those brown eyes. From before.

Those Icy Brown Eyes.

"It's you." I sat up, backing away from him.
"Yes, it's me?" His accent flew off his lips like a hawk soaring through the sky.
"It's you, Flash." His eyes moulded into a taunting amusement. I'd never seen such taunting amusement displayed in a person's, let alone a person's eyes.
"You know I was joking about that before right?" His voice was flat, toneless.

I instantly felt ridiculous that I believed Flash was his actual name.

"I was told your name was Harper Bradford," I looked up at him, confusion swirling across my face. "You have an obsessive personality, you have recently commited a murder of a 7 year old boy called Timothy McGregor and are wanted by the state police."
He pulled something out of his pocket, keeping it out of my view.

I leaned to the side to try see but he just moved, blocking my view.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them there was a small gun pointed inbetween my eyes. I didn't know what to do, I instantly grew stiff.
"This is a pistol, not an ordinary one. I shoot you, you won't die instantly, you'll feel like your drowning. It will take you two hours to die." Tears that normally threaten to pour, let put on there own.
"Slow and painful."

"Please, don't hurt me." I was shaking, scared for my life. "I'll do anything, please just don't hurt me."

Flas- Brown Eyes' face hardened at my pleas.
"Is this how you'll react when there is a gun pointed at your head? Your just going to beg not to be hurt?"

The gun was lowered from my head, a shaky sigh of relief left my mouth. I closed my eyes trying to focus on my breathing.

I yelped at the gunshot that sounded through the room, momentarily paralyzing me. I looked up at Brown Eyes.

He was Angry.

"I'm sure Dean has told you about Viper." His voice was dripping with venom.
"Well they won't hesitate to shoot you. So when you have a gun pointed at you, you move."

"And their guns will kill you instantly."

His voice was full of anger, but it wasn't directed at me. I stared at him in thought, thinking about the question I wanted answered.

"What is Viper?"

His eyes flipped to meet mine, emotions of once an innocent teenage boy flashing through them before becoming unreadable. A frown is what he wore.

"Come on, Dinners ready."

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A/N
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Yes, I know this chapter is weird.
But leave me alone I tried.