So Called Friend!

Christian's eyes widened in shock, his cut cheek throbbing with every heartbeat. The gash in his thigh, a souvenir from Andy's goons' earlier attack, stung as he spoke.

"Andy, how could you?" Christian's voice reverberated off the concrete walls.

Andy's laughter sent chills down Christian's spine, amplified by the eerie silence.

"You never suspected, did you?" Andy's words dripped with malice.

Christian's torn shirt hung in tatters, revealing bruises and scrapes. A glass shard protruded from his thigh, blood pooling around it.

The only light came from a flickering overhead bulb, casting ominous shadows on the walls. Cobwebs clung to the steel beams, and dusty crates lined the perimeter. The air reeked of decay and neglect.

Christian struggled to comprehend. "We were friends, brothers. Why?"

Andy's expression twisted, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "Because your Father destroyed my father. Because I hate you. I hate you to the core. I created the perfect lie, Christian. Athanasia