In their trap

“You’re Grey?” He whispered with his eyes widened. He touched the tip of his sleeve if he wasn’t seeing a ghost or something.

“It’s you.” He blurts out and fell back from the chair. Wesley stopped whistling, he got up from his chair, and went over to him when he fell. He lift him by the collar and forced him back on the chair.

His body shuddered vigorously at his touch.

“How are you alive?”

“Someone saved me.” The one friend he would never forget. He placed a hand over his chair. Staring into his eyes.

“How did you become Wesley, how did you...?” His voice quaked.

“I was surprised too how it happened but I was burning with hatred to have you down on your knees in front of me. Not as Wesley but as Grey. Don’t worry about the cops they won’t come to get you soon. You still have a lot of time with me.” He smirked and let go of his hands that were on his chair.

Just today he was gonna live as Grey Hansford, the poor boy from San Francisco.

Tonight he would be the pushover Grey tha