Finch rubbed his temples with his fingers, his brow furrowed and eyes shut tight.
You're making this harder than it needs to be the voice came again, louder this time. You have to kill her soon, or I swear Janice will go through Hell and back before I let her die.
The voice then cackled madly, blending with the cackle of the oldman in front of them.
What's happening to me?he thought to himself, his mind returning to him. Why me, WHY ME!? he screamed inwardly, a deep urge to cry stinging against his eyelids.
He took a deep breath and regained composure. "Sorry dude" he said, adressing the old man. "But we've been fed so much bullshit in thisplace, that I ain't believing anything till I see it. So if we see her, we'll know she's alive, and then we'll talk about saving her. But if you ain't got proof, then get the Hell outta my way. Cos bro,I won't think twice about breaking your neck myself." he finished morbidly, the red mist of rage blurring his vision.