[center][h2][color=red] Mystery Captor [/color][/h2][/center]


 [color=darkorange]"You know that wasn't very smart."[/color] A voice echoed throughout the white, void room. The mysterious voice was deafening and might have even made the walls trembled. There was a high-pitch sound that soon followed. It appeared the voice might have abrupted a microphone of some sort. [color=darkorange] "I can't let you guys fool around anymore."[/color] 

 The voice cracked again followed by another microphone screech. The sound bounced the rooms and was causing more strain on the mind than before. The mysterious captor witnessed the incident regarding Marcus and chose this would be the best time than any to reveal himself. 

 A bright light began to form on the farthest wall from the adolescent duo. The illumination was a lighter shade of blue. The more it stayed on the wall, the glossier the appearance. The light began taking shape and stretching across the wall. It almost resembled a portal or an opening. 

 It was then an old boot had emerged from the light. With a giant thump, the boot had taken a step inside the room. The other boot stomped its way through and reveal the mysterious captor. [color=darkorange]"Hello, children. You may have some questions for me."[/color]

 The mysterious individual looked dangerous by appearance. It was no doubt he probably overpowered the teens and kidnapped him. The man standing in front of the duo was the sole reason they woke up in the void, white room. [color=darkorange] "Call me Mr. Russo. [/color]

 Mr. Russo might have served in the military. His posture and attire resembled almost that of a soldier. The man was not properly dressed but did have army apparel. A camo, tank top was wrapped around his torso and exposed his impressive physique. Mr. Russo was not ashamed of his body. Broadening shoulders and giant biceps showed his work out potential. 

 Khakis were worn by his legs followed by his steel-toed boots. Overall, the man was enormous. Mr. Russo appeared to be taller than Street Dragon which only proves this situation to be more frightening. The military man did have a few accessories on him. A dog tag dangled from his neck. White stubble filled his chin and the bottom area of his nose. 

 Mr. Russo began to pull something from his pocket. [color=darkorange]"Relax, it's not a gun."[/color] The military captor demonstrated a thick cigar followed by a crimson lighter. He obviously had no care for the teens because he lit the cigar without any consideration from them. Mr. Russo puffed the roll of tobacco and the place clouded with smoke and odor. It was a small room so the smell quickly traveled. 

[color=darkorange]"Like I need a gun."[/color] Mr. Russo laughed which caused an uncomfortable vibe. [color=darkorange]"Y'know, Marcus. You shouldn't eat without making sure you brought enough to share."[/color] Russo saluted. Immediately after, Marcus was sent another bolt of electricity from his collar. [color=darkorange]"Alright, do you two have any questions for me? I would like to carry this on as fast as possible.[/color]


[center][h2][color=deepskyblue] Marcus Winters [/color][/h2][/center]

 [color=cyan]Marcus could not believe how someone materialized from thin air. What technology possessed someone to do such an ability? Could this be gifted as well? The teen was beginning to create more and more questions. His body twitched from the shock collar; he did not have that much control of his body. 

 Marcus kept his eyes open and scanned the captor. He gritted his teeth while clenching his fists. There were high hopes that the captors were just some low-life gangbangers. Mr. Russo resembled a dangerous man; a person that no one should mess with. Marcus was stuck in his thought process; he tried to think how he crossed paths with this psychotic, army individual. 

 [i]"His biceps look like they can crush my head,"[/i] he thought. Marcus coughed from the cigarette smoke. The room began to be filled with the foul odor. "How polite," there was much sarcasm in his voice. The teen's eyes then widen again. 

 He couldn't tell, but Russo had saluted from his forehead. Marcus considered the motion to be a signal. It had to be given the circumstances. Does this mean that there is more than one person involved in this kidnapping? Marcus' ears picked up a shocking sound. Looking down, he could see his collar going off again. 

 The electricity wasn't harming him anymore; however, he chose to pretend the damage was harmful. He faked his pain and began moaning in pain. [i]"Okay, it worked. He doesn't know. I can use this to my advantage."[/i][/color]