The room exploded into chaos.
People scattered.. Others dove under beds like that would somehow protect them from what was about to happen.
Charles locked eyes with the masked men as if he was actually considering going full WWE on them.
They were calm, deadly kind that meant they knew exactly what they were doing.
Charles didn't run.
He stood his ground, his chest kept heaving, as he still clutched the lamp like it was Excalibur. "You bastards," he yelled at them as they remained calm. "TWO of my fucking friends just got killed in your stupid little game, and you want me to sit around like lab rat and smile?"
No one moved. No one spoke. All of us froze in place, waiting.
The masked men didn't say a word.
The first one stepped forward, and in one blink, Charles swung the lamp. But the man caught it with one hand….just caught it like it was nothing.
