I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

Frank had woken up sometime later by loud sounds and frantic shouting. His head felt like a bomb exploded from the inside, and his vision was blurry when he first opened his eyes. Once he was able to see clearly, he wished he hadn’t. Frank wasn’t back home with his parents or sleeping over at one of his friend’s house. He was being held in a room that looked like it was made all from concrete from the walls to the floor. A group of scary looking men were in the same room with him, but didn’t seem to pay him any attention. Frank searched every face carefully before he was certain that he didn’t recognize any of them. Frank watched as the men frantically banged on a door that looked like it was made of metal scraps from his spot beneath a rickety old bed frame. The young boy’s heart begin to pick up with fear as everything came back to him. Where was he? Where was his friends? Who were these people?

“Where the fuck are we man!? What the fuck is this place!?” One man yelled from a random corner, where he sat on the verge of a mental breakdown.

“I don’t fucking know, asshole! Why don’t you get off your ass and help us find out!?” A black guy shouted back as he and couple of other scary looking guys continued to bang on the walls and door, demanding to be let go or else. The banging on the metal door echoed so obnoxiously loud that it sounded like a terrible performance of Stomp echoing in your head. NO one was giving it a rest despite the headache effort. Frank couldn’t have helped even if he wanted to, he was just too scared to move out from underneath the bed frame.

Frank let out a whimper while covering his ringing ears, and allowed his tears to fall. He wanted to go back home, he wanted to go to school and see his friends again. His friends…what happened to his friends? Frank covered his face as he began to weakly sob. Were they taken too and held in another room? Or were they left out in the woods for dead? Who the hell were those people? Serial killers or human traffickers? Either way, Frank had never heard any news story about a group of killers in decorative masks running around Jersey kidnapping people. His parents watch the news daily and always keep Frank updated on what’s going on in their hometown just in case. These kidnappers had to either be a newly formed group and this is their first time committing a crime, or they were a group of successful criminals that had somehow mastered the arts of getting caught by law enforcements. But that isn’t possible, is it? At least not forever since DNA and forensic had been invented.

Before Frank could even think it about it further, the sound of the door being unlocked ended the shouts and screams from everyone inside. All the men looked towards the door in shock or with vengeance. Some of the men stumbled away from the door to let the strong ones get the first hit. Others were brave enough to position themselves to where they’d be behind the door when it opened so they can get the jump on the kidnappers. Frank was the only one who cowered beneath the bed.

When the door creaked open a Hispanic man with face tattoos was the first to lunge towards the door.

BANG BANG BANG

Frank jumped as each shot rang out and covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut as he broke down into frantic sobs. The room was silent for a minute before more sounds came. From what it sounded like to Frank, the room turned into a giant scuffle. A gun was fired a couple of times which silenced the room once again. After that, Frank couldn’t make out what was going on. When Frank felt brave enough to peek his eyes open, he saw men in masks blindfold, gag, and bound every man in that room, minus the four bodies on the floor. Frank felt his stomach turn at the sight of a pool of blood before the scene was blocked by a big guy with purple hair and an orange mask. Frank let out a terrified gasp as the man reached under the bed to grab a fistful of Frank’s shirt to yank him out.

“NOO!! STOP IT!! LET ME GO!!” Frank screamed, his small hands trying to smack his kidnapper away, but they were too weak. Frank was dragged out from beneath the bed and easily tied up despite his struggles. Frank screamed bloody murder just before he was gagged and began to sob again when he was blindfolded with a black bandana.

Frank didn’t give up struggling as he and the rest of the men in the room were dragged out of the room to sit in line against a wall in a hallway. Outside of their cell was a big furnished abandoned house that the kidnappers were staying in temporarily. In the living room the rest of the group of kidnappers waited for their victims to be lined up before them. Even though they knew their victims were all securely blindfold, the kidnappers kept their masks on to stay in character.

Once the last few men were dragged out and everyone was lined up in the hallway, the show began. From the living room everyone could hear the muffled echoes of their victims in the hallway as their friend with the pink hair and teal mask stood up and walked into the center of the room.

“Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen. I am Rouge, and I would like to welcome each and everyone one of you to the annual auction house!” Rouge announced quite professionally, making everyone sigh or roll their eyes in irritation. Rouge was the auctioneer every year, and every single time he always went to such great lengths to make himself sound like one of those professional auctioneers. It took up a lot of time to get the show moving quickly and always resulted in everyone becoming so impatient they’d just grab a victim and go, ruining the whole point of the auction. Rouge was warned this year however that he needed to start being quick. The leader, Kobra, felt this year might be a special one, so he didn’t want Rouge fucking it up by being entertaining.

“OK, let’s bring out what we have today. The first prize we have is a serial rapist from a deadly gang out of California. He prefers the old sweet grandmother’s walking home alone kind of prey, and loves to prolong the torture just to hear the old ladies scream for help. He cackles the entire time before he stabs them with his signature knife.” Rouge announced, as a man covered in tattoos is dragged in struggling. Kobra, who usually wear a motorcycle helmet is now wearing a red mask as he takes seconds in deciding.

“Mine.” Kobra calls out, raising a hand. The rapist is knocked out with a simple hit with a baton on the back of his head by Drummer, the blond guy with the black mask.

“Sold! To our leader, Kobra.” Rouge announced, watching the rapist be dragged away towards the stairs to Kobra’s torture room.

“Next we have a caring male nurse that has found a new hobby of killing incubated newborns before they are schedule to leave the hospital to live a life with their loving parents. From what we’ve gathered, his reason for this new sick habit is because he had lost his newborn child from a weak heart, and every time a newborn is to be scheduled to leave the hospital, he relives the feeling of losing his child. In conclusion if he kills the newborns, they will never leave him.” Rouge explained as a man is dragged in whimpering like a baby.

“If no one has no interest I’d person-“Rouge stopped the second he saw his purple haired friend raise a hand to claim the prize. He immediately glared at him and stomped his foot in frustration.

“Oh come on, Iris! I wanted him.” Rouge glared at Iris just before the male nurse was knocked out by Drummer.

Iris had a smug smile on his face. “I know, that’s why I want him.”

Kobra sighed and rolled his eyes, before looking at his red headed brother, who shared the same look from his spot against the wall. Iris and Rouge ALWAYS wanted the same things, whether it came down to a candy bar, or a human being. The results were always a long spewing argument that dragged for months if no one stopped them.

“How about Rouge gets the male nurse.” Jet interrupted, trying to come to peace but was cut off from Iris.

“Na uh, why does he get the nurse!?” Iris shouted, clearly upset.

Jet sighed. “Because he made that bomb ass cake last week that was insanely delicious! But if you’d let me finish, I was going to say you can have double the amount of prizes we all usually get if it’ll help shut you up!”

Iris open his mouth, then closed it in thought. “…Yeah, I’ll do that deal.”

“What!? That’s not fair!” Rouge cried, crossing his arm.

“JUST CONTINUE, DAMMNIT!” Drummer shouted, scaring Rouge into giving up on fighting Iris.

“Fine fine! The next prize is a young boy-“

As soon as Frank was brought in and pushed down roughly onto his knees, the man with the red hair straighten up from his position against the wall and locked his eyes on Frank’s trembling form. He was determined to have him and he wasn’t about to let anyone stop him.

“Mine.” Everyone looked over at Poison in awe.

Rouge looked over at the redhead with a small frown. “I didn’t even get to finish.”

Poison stood up and headed towards them, coming between Drummer and Frank so he doesn’t knock him out with the baton, which was a traditional thing whenever they do an auction. “He hasn’t done anything. I wanted him. He’s mine.”