A lone man sat on a chair in the middle of the room. Thick ropes tighing him down. He is slummed down on the chair. Blood dripped from his dirty gray hair and his face unrecognizable from the mix of fresh and dried up blood. A spinning wheel sat on the side. 'Stab foot. Pull nail. Punch face. Slap. Punch sides. Break finger. Break nose. Pull teeth. Etc...Kill.'

These were the options on the wheel of fortune or should I say wheel of torture. The 'kill' slide is so tiny that the chance of it landing on it was close to impossible. A table filled with random tools was on the side. A butter knife, a butcher knife, an axe, a sickle, a saw, a hammer, a screwdriver, a hacksaw, nail gun, anything you could find in a workshop or a horror movie.

The floor was covered with newspapers. On closer inspection they were all about a certain person. All praising him. Great citizen award. Best role model. Pictures of him smiling while playing with children. Pictures of him reading a book to children. Pictures of him drawing with children. All the newspapers painted him in a beautiful light. His name is John. His face seems familiar but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before. The newspaper surronding the man sitting on the chair are soaked in blood a meter radius around him. The corner of the room was lined with flowers. Jasione and bird. Yellow and purple.

Revenge and Justice.

"Do you remember this guy now?" Hannah asked as she wrapped her feet in mini black garbage bags.

I sneak a glance at the man, "The man on the chair? No." I shook my head. I shivered at the sight of the gaping wound on his arm. Who is this man? Why does everyone expect me to know him. I have no recollection of ever beating him in my life besides I can even make out his features under all the blood and gashes on his face.

She points down. "How about the one on the newspaper?"

"Vaguely. I think I've seen him before. " The man on the newspapers seemed eerily familiar though I don't know where I've seen him before.

She threw me a plastic covering with holes for my hands and head. "He was our headmaster when we were in the orphanage together." She said.

Hannah pulls her plastic covering over her head and slips on some plastic gloves. I watched her in silence. She grabs the bag that she pulled the coverings out off and hands it to me. I don't know what she expects me to do but if she thinks I'll help them torture a random stranger then something is definitely wrong with their heads.

"Wear some plastic gloves and wrap a bag around your feet." She commanded.

I accept the bag subconsciously as the situation begin to register in my brain. After all even though Hannah is my best friend from the orphanage days, I don't really know her. I don't know what she've become.

"Why?" Is she going to force me to torture this man with her? Who is he? And why is there newspapers of our headmaster on the floor? Did this man murder the headmaster? Are we avenging our headmaster? I feel like I'm about to go crazy if my questions aren't answered.

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Hannah approaches the man and violently tugged his head up. I'm positive she has pulled out at least a chunk of his hair from the roots. She looks back at me, still holding the mans head. "Look at him closely." She bit her lips as she continued to hold his head up against his will.

His left eye is swollen purple as well as all the colours of the rainbow. He opens his right eye just enough to see me. Black orbs. It seems like his irises didn't exist but instead it was just a big set Of pupils. He almost looked satanic.

It's him.

I remember him clearly now.

A pounding ache echoed through my temples. It felt almost as if two powerful magnets were put around my head. I closed my eyes as it seems recognizing this man is the reason for the ache. I put my palms on my temples rubbing in cricler motions which helped ease the throbbing pain. Memories flooded into my mind as I shook my head hoping to repress them. My legs felt like they were noddles. I grab my knees so as to stabilize them. I sneak a look at the man again and he sends me a smirk. His teeth are covered in blood.

He didn't even bother to free himself. It seemed like he has accepted his fate. I doubt he'll be alive by the end of this.

In a second he was knocked to the ground. The chair was still tied to him. Hannah had just kicked him in the face. Her boot marked on his checks through the plastic she tied them in. She walks to his side and grabs a hair full of his head pulling him back up on his chair. He writhed as he extended his neck up so as to reduce the pain. He grinds his teeth with his eyes forced shut.

"Don't try to act smug. Cameron's the reason we all got the courage to face our childhood demon and get our own revenge." Hannah said as she tightened the restraints on him.

She grabs a roll of leather from the table and unfolds it revealing a bunch of syringes filled with different coloured liquids. She pulls out a hypodermic needle then grabs a plastic bag filled with vials of medicine and blood bags.

"Pass me that rack." She commanded and I fulfilled without a thought.

My mind is empty. I'll just do whatever's to get out of here.

I watch in silence as she hangs the bag of blood up and feels for a vein in his forearm. Without even sterilizing the skin she inserts a needle into the man's arm. She picks up another bag filled with normal saline, hooks it up and puts the needle in his other arm.

The man spits out blood. "You people really care about me, huh? Wasting precious blood on me." he laughs then cringes with a grimace on his face. Laughing probably pulled an injured muscle on his beat up body.

"When did you get your last tetanus shot?" Hannah asked staring him down with a wolfish expression. Before he could process her question she turns around.

Bang.

She had grabbed a nail gun of the table and shot his foot. He let go of another screech. Hyperventilating but holding his breath in between. His nose scrunched up as he bit his lips with all his incisors. One of his front teeth were messing I hadn't noticed it when he was smirking before for some reason. He yells a bunch of profanities between each groan of pain with his hands in fists.

She grabs a little dirty cloth from the table and burnished the gun. "We found the dirtiest nails and put them in this gun." She states with a blank stare. Without looking back she throws the gun behind her and it lands on the rest of the tools on the table. "Let's go Cameron."

I follow her out of the room. My mind was overheating with questions but I couldn't concentrate on anything. Nothing here was making any sense. That man made me shiver in fear but it made no sense why I was so scared of him. I don't remember him at all. He seems to have a connection with the headmaster. I'm not all that buff but I'm much stronger than this weak old man. The nightmares I had for the past weeks replayed in my head but now the face of the man was clear. At least his eyes that haunted me.

It was him.

It was this man.