Mason didn't hesitate much to take the contacts. One of his biggest pet peves is unable to see clearly. When he didn't have his glasses on he was always irritable. Although it took him a while to get them in since he wasn't used to using contacts. When he finally managed to get them on his eyes he blinked to try to adjust them, but felt a prick in his arm. Mason looked over in time to see the needle before his vision was getting blurred and he passed out on the hard floor. He looked peaceful lying there, yet that wasn't true. Inside his mind he was being forced to remember what happened to his parents, a scene he had forced himself to forget before. His dream was like living a nightmare all over again. Reliving the stupidity he had that day.
It all happened so fast but Mason was remembering every detail now as it came back to him thanks to the shot. Mason had walked up the stoney steps of his parents' two story home. His stomach felt like it was in knots since it seemed too quiet around here. Hesitantly he had walked inside through the antique door, peering inside as the feeling in his stomach got worse. Mason knew there was something wrong here, but he couldn't just turn and walk away from his own home. It was a wonderful old place a few miles out of town, a house that was built generations ago by his family on his mother's side. Most of the house kept it's charm but there are some places that were updated. Such as the appliances and furniture. Even though everything looked normal it didn't feel normal to Mason. Staying as quiet as he could he slipped through the door way and cautiously closed the door behind him. He kept his breathing soft and even as he tried to move without the floorboards creaking or groaning under his steps. Unfortunatly one did and he tensed and froze up on the spot.
Someone else was in the house and heard the small groan of the floorboard, making that someone quickly move to that area. The presence he felt definately wasn't his father or mother since their presences were so familiar. This one screamed stranger, and with a turn on his heel he took a swing at the strange man behind him. His fist connected with the guy's face, but that only succeeded in pissing this intruder off. Mason hesitated a few seconds, which turned out to be bad for him, and while he was taking another swing at man he was forced down on the guy's knee, getting winded. The stranger took a hold of Mason's, dragged him to the kitchen, and threw him to the table. He took blow to the side, the table edge digging into left side. He groaned in a pain, not noticing there were other people in the room.
Mason's mother and father were tied up and held by two other men. "Listen boy. You either come with us or your parents will pay the price." The other man, who looked as if he had a tattoo that said Devil on his forehead walked in, rubbing his face cheek a little. It was the guy he had punched earlier. Devil glared menacingly at Mason. "Although I'd love to just kill them now and send you to the boss already. I can tell you're going to be a pain in the ass." He growled and looked Mason over, a look of disgust coming over his features.
"Devil he punched you?" A chubby guy with too many facial piercings asked the thug of a man. Devil nodded, looking slightly confused for a few seconds then, slowly, a grin formed on his face. "He did, giving us the right to show him what happens if he acts out like that," and with a snap of his fingers the chubby man pushed Mason's father up against the edge of the table. Devil grabbed Mason by the neck and held him in a way so it would be hard to get away. "We don't get to do this that often anymore, and since you and me got off on the wrong foot you get to watch as my friend here rips out your dear old dad's heart." Devil said low enough for Mason to hear, yet everyone seemed to hear him as the three men started to laugh together and his mom and dad went wide eyed just as Mason had, struggling against the ropes that held them tightly.
Piercing guy held Mason's dad down with his left arm against his upper back, taking one of his razor sharp blades out. Because of the struggling the deep cut in his lower back was jagged. Mason instantly felt sick from the smell of blood that was filling the room, wanting to just puke his guts out right there. He wanted to look away as well but his eyes were glued on his dad's face, twisted in agonizing pain. The ropes that kept his screams in loosened and fell so they were around his neck now, letting everyone hear the horrifying and painful screams as the man forced the blade up a little. It was getting to be too much for Mason. The blood was making him far too nauseous and his dad's screams just made Mason pale to a sickening white. Then just as he thought he couldn't handle anymore and that things couldn't get any worse, the man started to dig his hand into the deep cut on his dad's back. Mason became chalk white. His dad looked to be in so much pain that he couldn't even scream anymore. Mr. Chubby was ripping out Mason's father's intestines and organs. Mason could see them coming out of the hole in his back along with blood just pouring out of him like a crimson waterfall. It was a wonder anyone could bleed that much.
Faintly he could hear his mom's muffled screams and sobs from where the other man was holding her back. Mason couldn't make any noise. It was like that part of him was frozen just like the rest of his body. Paralyzed by fear. Then as if to end his father's suffering, the chubby man thrust his arm up, grabbed a hold of his heart, and yanked it out of his body. Mason's father slumped down on the table, still alive for just a few moments more. Then the lights of his eyes fadeded and he was gone. Mason didn't realize he was crying until he felt the satly taste at the corner of his lips. His mom was sobbing uncontrolably as well, all her cries muffled by the rope.
"See? Could have avoided all of that." Devil's voice cut through the fog in Mason's mind, yet he still didn't respond. "You gonna come with us or will we have to do something to your mom next?" He asked, looking down at Mason. All Mason could muster was a weak, "I'll come," to Devil and the guy had a smirk playing on his lips. "You boys finish up here, and I'll bring him to our boss." Everything else was like a blurr. Mason was escorted to a van after his hands being tied behind his back and tossed in the back. He could hear louder screams coming from the house when they were outside, but were silenced faster than his dad's had been. It made Mason flinch and he knew they had killed his mom too. All he wanted to do was forget that day, and he made himself do it.
But now they brought the painful and disgusting memory back to him. Why? To make me suffer more than I have to, that's why. Mason opened his eyes and he was back in torture room, staring at the feet of Julia's boss. He didn't move. He felt too numb to move after he was forced to remember everything he so desperately wanted to forget before.