Showing posts with label part3. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 3, 2014

The Story That Has To Be Told Part 3 written by Terry "Bronsinski" Bronan

“I cannot believe this, you boys actually showed up!” Mr.Hacklam stood in front of his shop, waiting for us upon arrival. Lucky for us, our parents did not care if we were out late or not, which made this meeting easy to accomplish. “Alright Mr.Hacklam, what is this big secret you wanted to meet up for?” My question was blurted out with curiosity, as well as nervosity, but I tried my best to hide it and act tough. Sammy on the other hand jumped high of fear, when Mr.Hacklam irritatingly replied: “Not even a hello boys?!, I am hurt.” “Sorry sir, but we just want to know what you need us for and be on our way”. His face suddenly turned surprisingly gentle. “Very well, follow me.” Hacklam often changed his expression in both body, face, and voice. This made it very difficult to read his current state of mind. With some doubt in our bodies we followed him into the shop, through a door behind the counter. Nobody said a word while we descended the wooded stairs down into the basement. We thought that this was the place where he was going to reveal his secret, but Hacklam went to a stone wall, and pushed open a secret passage. “Come now boys we are going to the end of this corridor.” Hacklam flipped a switch to lighten up the dark corridor.

“Sammy, you hear that?” “Yeah, I can hear it as well.” We had walked for at least 2 minutes when I started to hear the noise. At first it was very vague, but then we soon realized that it was someone screaming. This is where fear took a hold on us, but we still trudged behind Hacklam, who did not even care about the terrifying scream. It got louder as we got further into corridor, and after walking for at least 5 minutes, a wooden door stood in front of us. “Now boys, I want you to look at and take in everything you see in here”. He opened the door slowly, and we all went inside. The sight that met our young eyes was horrific. There was a dismembered body on the middle of the stone floor, blood everywhere, and two men with saws in their hands. “Hello, Mr.Hacklam, we are sorry for the mess. He resisted more than anticipated”, the man to the right said while turning towards Hacklam. Sammy puked, but I somehow managed to keep my vomit inside. The first impressions of horror was soon laid to rest, and that's when I noticed who the victim in the room was. “Oh, my god! It's Jack!”, I blurted out at reflex.

We both looked at Mr.Hacklam with surprised eyes. “He had survived your assault, and was taken to the hospital. But we decided to finish the job you two had started. Clean up this mess!” Hacklam gestured while giving his explanation to us while instructing, what was obviously men obeying his every order. They fetched big black sacks, to put the body parts in while Mr Hacklam started speaking. “You know boys if you are going to hurt someone you might as well finish the job.”
Both me and Sammy looked at the men cleaning up the mess while listening to the words that exited Hacklams mouth. “I am going to go straight to the point, I want to train you boys to become perfect assassins, and valuable assets to my organization.” At this point our eyes turned to Hacklam.
“I'm in!” My excitement shone through my words as they traveled to Hacklams pleased ears. Sammy looked at me at first with surprise, but then his look turned a bit more grim as he finally understood that a yes or death were the two choices here. “I will go wherever Tom goes.” Sammy looked at the spot where the body had been before the cleaning started. “Excellent! Starting tomorrow boys, your lives will never be the same again.”