Taylor had drifted off in his thoughts when he felt the car stop. He looked up and out the window. He saw they were parked in front of a big house that looked to be abandoned. He was afraid of what or who was in there waiting for him.

"We're here" the man said, getting out of the car. He walked over to the passenger's side and opened up the door, "Get out" he said pointing his gun at Taylor. Taylor swallowed hard and got out of the car. He looked at his surroundings. They were in the middle of nowhere, absolutely no other houses or people in sight. He walked with the man to the front door and stopped. Taylor looked up at him.

"Please don't make me go in here, please" he begged. The man rolled his eyes and grabbed Taylor's arm. He took a key out of his pocket and opened up the door, pulling Taylor with him as he entered. Taylor looked around. The room that they had entered was nicely organized. It looked much better on the inside than it did on the outside. There was a stair case on the side and many other doors that led to who knows where. Straight ahead was another door and sitting by it, alone in a chair was a boy who looked to be maybe three years older than Taylor.

"Sit here" the man said pointing to a chair near the door they had entered through. He released Taylor's arm and he took a few steps and sat down on the chair. He breathed in and looked around him. His eyes met with the boy sitting across from him on the other side of the room. The boy glared at him. Taylor looked away feeling overwhelmed by the fear he felt.

The man walked over to the door that the boy was sitting next to and knocked on it. Taylor watched intently feeling scared of who was on the other side of that door. The door opened.

"He's here. I'll take my money now and I'll be going" the man said. Taylor still couldn't see who he was talking to.

"Good work Mark, thank you for doing this. Here is your money of course" the voice in the room said. Taylor watched the man, who he had now learned was named Mark, collect the money and start to walk away. Taylor looked up at him as he passed him by. Mark stopped and put his hand on Taylor's shoulder.

"Good luck, kid" he said laughing and went to open the door to leave. All of the sudden there was a loud shot fired and Mark fell to the ground. Taylor jumped up out of his chair. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his right hand. Taylor dropped his hand slowly to his side with his mouth still open, not believing what he just saw. He looked over at the door on the other side of the room at a large man holding a gun. That man had shot Mark. He then looked at the boy, who still sat there with no reaction at all to what just happened. The man on the other side of the room looked at Taylor and smiled, putting his gun down.

"Hello Taylor, please come in" he said smiling at him.