Dean
I walked inside the abandoned building with my brothers by my side. It reeked of piss and cheap cigars. As we sauntered in, the lights flickered off and on.
Johnathan sat on a chair, tied to the seat as he tried to move and get loose. We got to where he sat, and I threw a leg over to wedge the chair before it was about to fall.
“Hi, Johnny,” Hunter said, pulling out his pocketknife and flicking it under the almost-dying light bulb.
Johnathan shook with fear. His mouth was tied with something rough, making it difficult for him to speak. Mumbled words filled the room as he shook furiously in the chair.
I tsked, then motioned for Logan to pull off the handkerchief binding his mouth. Once he did, Johnathan gasped, taking a big breath before he tried to speak.
I was faster than him
