Bertini scrittore

The room was so dark, it was possible to see just the light coming from the door and nothing else. It was impossible to say if it was a big or a small room, there was just a man sitting tied on a chair. Steven could just hear the blood dropping from his face on the floor and his panting. They didn’t ask him nothing…yet, but he knew what they wanted and that he needed to resist, to protect his family and his country.

He hears steps coming towards the door…he takes a deep breath and the door opens, someone steps inside, but Steven can’t even open his eyes, his face was so beaten.

The person told him: – You’ve seen better days Steven. –

Steven is shocked, he knows that voice very well and he asks: “Mark is it really you?”

-Bingo! It seems that you can still hear very well. Good! –

– You…you’re one of them? A Cultist?-

– Yeah, is it so surprising to you? –

– Yes, I thought we were friends. –

– We ARE friends Steven, don’t make this personal. –

– Set me free then, you can still make the right thing. –

– I can’t Steven, you have discovered something that belongs to the Earth. Our species lived its time, without concerning of our planet; now it’s the moment for Earth to have a future, we belong to the past. –

– You’re absurd!! You’re talking of your people, your family and your friends… it doesn’t mean nothing to you? –

Mark came closer to Steven and he cleaned his face from the blood and he told him: – It means much old friend, but our time has come to an end, we must face it. –

Other people came inside and Mark told to Steven: – Come on Mark, it’s your Show Time now! –