Daven: His lost memories

" Jordan! what happened to you man?... You've changed." his voice trembles in the dark. " Phff! What did you expect? people grow and change, can't I also? " The young man in his mid twenties, wearing black clothes slowly approaches Daven, who's hand were tied together behind the chair. " Do you think I would just let the old man get away with this...? " He puts his hands on Daven's head and plays with his dark, long hair which he always envied. " Haha " his laughter was full of anger and jealousy. Suddenly he pulls Daven's hair with a smirk. With Jordan's sudden action, Daven slightly groans trying to suppress the pain. " How about that? It feels good doesn't it? " " Ouch! cousin stop! please! You're hurting me! " Daven found himself shouting as his cousin's grip got tightened with no intention of letting go of his hair. Jordan loosens his grip and pulls Daven's chin up to look at him. " Aww, does that hurt? " his tone was sweet and innocent giving Daven fear of what he is about to do next might not be good. " But cousin just got started." He turns around to his men and signals something with his fingers. " Beat him up till no one can recognise his face." After receiving the orders, two men with black masks covering their faces walks up to Daven who just closed his eyes waiting for his life to end, one was taller than the other. These two men looked really huge and strong and gave off a frightening aura. The first man to make his move was the tall one. He raised his huge fist and strikes it across Daven's face that was full of sweat. Although Daven has faced many dangerous situations in wars, but he was always sure that he was going to survive. But now he has no hope left looking at these two men Infront of him. The first punch was damn painful. It almost knocked him out of life. Because he has trained himself with harsh training and did some boxing, he was still able to take the punch without him passing out. If it was given to a normal person with no fighting skills, that person would have been sent straight to hell. Following by the other man's punch, Daven could already feel his nose bleed. After 10 minutes of receiving some good beating from these two men with gorilla strengths, Daven could already smell death nearby. Jordan steps up to him with vicious eyes and bends down. " Wow... You pretty strong aren't you? You have received great beating from two of the strongest men in this city for 10 minutes and you can still withstand it? " He took out a knife from his pocket looks at it playfully. " I gotta say, I really underestimated you cousin. " " Just kill me already..." He vomits out a mouthful of blood. " What? Me? Kill you?...Yes I will kill you for sure this time. But first let me play with you..." * ring! ring! * Jordan takes out his phone and stands up moving away from Daven. 10 seconds later, he comes back and looks at Daven with disgust with a g*n on his hand pointing at Daven's forehead. " I'm afraid your time ends here Daven. Any last words? " Daven thinks for a moment before starting to laugh. " As long as you are still alive, may you never find peace." " Phff! unthankful i***t! " He got angry after hearing what Daven just said. Without thinking, he pulls the trigger and shoots twice. *** " Oh I swear to you that if it was me, I would've already beaten him to death." " You always like violence... Shush now let's go inside." The two nurses enters the ward room. " I just hate my job." one of the nurses said with a worn out expression. " I don't know why I even listened to my parents! I should have gone with teaching." " Stop complaining and help me clean him." the second nurse gestures for the other nurse to come closer. The nurse that just complained stared at the man on the bed with fear. " Hell no! he looks frightening. Why does he has so much beard... Eww! " " For goodness sake, Frita! I'm not the one who told you to listen to your parents, now come and check his drip! " " Tara, he's frightening." Her voice was small as a mice, but could be still be heard. She walks towards the man's drip in difficulty. Tara breathes in and out, summoning all her courage to look at the man's face. " Where is Amber? This is supposed to be her job anyway." " She has an emergency at home... Alright stop talking and do your job." Tara takes a towel and gives it to Frita. Frita hesitates a little bit before lifting her hand to wipe the man's face. Her hand stops in mid air when she sees little movements from the man's face. " AHH!! He's alive! " Frita runs behind Tara's back. " Ugh " Tara just rolls her eyes in annoyed. " Of course he is! He's just in coma for goodness sake Frita! Get off my back and continue to..." " No! He's alive! " " We are in the hospital not at the mortuary cleaning dead bodies Frita! He wasn't dead!! " Tara's anger was slowly rising for his friend's foolishness. " Oh right... at the hospital... hehe right. " Frita gets back into her senses and realises how silly and stupid she was. " You must stop smoking whatever you have been smoking these days."Tara slightly smacks Frita at the back of her head. " Ouch! Hey what's that for? " Tara ignores her friend and goes to check up on the man. She stares at him and saw that his eyelids were were slowly opening. " Quick! Call the doctor! " "AHH!! He died!? " These words came out sudden with fear. Tara sighs trying not to get angry." Why are you always thinking about death for goodness sake? You should also stop watching horror movies... Quick call the doctor! "