Later that night Grant woke up to find himself in a dimly lit room, tied to a chair yet again. “Ah I see that you’re awake.” A large figure walked out of the darkness and into the light. Wearing the costume he had seen before, all black with glowing red eyes.
Grant was battered and bruised, maybe even had a few broken ribs. “Hades I presume,” he said. Hell, it even hurts to talk.
“Why call me that when you know my real name?” The person answered.
“Harris.” Grant snarled, “A man that I once called a friend.”
Hades pulled the mask from his face, revealing that he was indeed, Captain Harris. “I thought for sure I had all my bases covered, guess I was wrong. Should have known that making Audrey the fall guy was going to come back to bite me on the ass.”
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