Escape from Binkoid Village: Chapter 2 Edwin

“Come” he said.

I took a step. I was hypnotized by his loud echoing voice. It boomed against the walls, and rang into my ears over and over and over again.
“Closer” he said.
I took two more steps. And that was close enough. I heard a rumbling sound, like a chain, being lowered. And to my surprise, that was exactly what it was.
A cage, a metal cage, the size to hold a lion! And it came and fell on me, trapped me inside.
All I can remember is that it was dusty, and full of spider webs. I felt like I was some kind of animal.
One of the first things that came to my mind, was my dog. How many times have I locked him up in some thing like this, for hours? How must’ve he felt? Horrible. I knew from that day on I would NEVER keep him in a cage like that ever again.

“ Thank you for coming to my laboratory. I hope you enjoy your stay.” He spat through his teeth, rubbing his hands together and slowly walking around my jail.

“What do you want from me?” I asked chocking back tears, and crouching in the corner.

“I have been waiting for some one like you for 13 years, and this is the day I will make my mark upon the earth. You see, when I was a child, I was poor, very homely if I say so myself, and completely friendless. But of course, I was smart. I was so smart that I got a letter recommending Harvard University. I said yes, but what did my parents want me to do? A SLAVE!! THAT’S WHAT!” he yelled so loud and unexpectedly.

“ I WAS A SLAVE, UNTIL…” he paused, for quite a while, “Till they disappeared. And that was the last I ever saw them. When I was cleaning the backyard.”

He slowly, and painfully took a note from his back pocket. He handed it to me, through the bars of the cage. I read it. It didn’t make any sense.
The letter was horrifying, and to my disgust, I handed it back without a word. Wordless.
He turned around quickly, as if to hide a tear. Maybe that was what it was. The tear motivated him to get angrier at me, like I did some thing wrong, to upset him.
I had only known him for 10 minutes! If that! And he already acted like I had killed a loved one, or kept a secret, so vital, that he hated me, and would keep me locked up until the day I died.
Why? Why me?, I thought in my head. Why must this be the way it is? Does he like making me feel the pain he went through? Like I was the cause of his misery? Some thing isn’t right, and I was right. Yes, oh, yes, I was right. Some thing was about to be destroyed. And that some thing, was me.