Do you like my prologue? :)?

Sorry, I'm asking this again. Hahahaha. But I only got a couple of answers before, so what the heck. Do you like what I have so far? Be honest. And would you read on? THANKS! :D

Prologue

Something skittered further into the shadows of the nearly deserted corridor as the dark figure of a man strode up and rested a hand on his belt. A sweet jingling filled the darkness and he pulled out a large key. He fumbled with it for a moment, and then spoke into the darkness as the barred door swung noisily open.

“Get up. Now.” A form in the corner of the dingy cell shifted slightly in response to the man’s command. The large man shuffled closer, holding a hand out to the hunched person. They sat for a moment like that, neither moving. Then, a frail hand swung up and caught the larger, muscled one.

A few moments later, the two were headed slowly down the corridor once again. There was no sound except for the steady click of the large man’s boots and the figure’s bare feet padding across the concrete floor.

They reached another door and the man took out his key once more and opened it, standing aside courteously to allow the other to enter. He gestured towards a small metal folding chair behind a large desk and the figure, now clearly a young boy, no older than seventeen, took his seat.

There was a metallic screech as another man stood up from a metal chair, much like the one the boy was now sitting in. The new man took a moment to straighten his slightly rumpled clothing before he spoke.

“Son,” his raspy voice carried an official tone as he addressed the young man. “I believe you know why you’re here. Once again, I’m going to ask you kindly to do this small favor,” he waited a moment, just long enough to try and decipher the boy’s still blank expression. “Of course, if you decide once again to refuse, I’m happy to let you go another few days without food. You see, when it comes to business, I have no conscience. I don’t care whether or not you’re my son. You will obey me, or die. Either way, of course, is perfectly fine with me.” The man took another minute to eye the boy who was now staring down at his own bony hands. The man sighed.

“Look. We’re not asking you to kill her anymore. We aren’t asking you to kill anyone, in fact. All you need to do is capture her, and return her here before she makes it to the Plains.”

The boy spoke for the first time, his voice surprisingly strong. “And then?” he raised his eyebrows as he said this, as if he were speaking to a small child and on the verge of scolding. His father took a moment before answering.

“And then…you go back to your pathetic life. Unless you change your mind and decide to stay in this line of business. Which I have a good feeling you will, after you actually get some experience.” The boy spat on the floor, silencing his father.

In the silence that followed, a low rumble escaped the boy and his hand flew to clasp his stomach. “I’ll do it.” The boy’s voice shook slightly as he held out his hand. His father grasped it tightly, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.