The door opens to show four shadowed figures. The bright lighted window behind them blots out any chance of seeing their faces. I squint to see my attackers, but the light is too bright.
Four voice's in unison speak a chant. "If you ain't Dutch then be not much!" over and over the chant ran. Louder and louder the chant got till all I could hear or reason was that damn chant.
The the leader threw some dust at me. I choked on the dry stuff, as the air filled with it. As I coughed I noted that neither Kevin or Frank coughed or made any move at all.
"Underlings, useless creatures hear now this our curse upon your worthless bodies! We, we of the Dutch Mafia need you as something more useful! The dye is cast, you are ours and so your bodies, here you stay till I call again. Then and only then will our powers be known, by you and by all."
SLAM, went the door closed as I lay covered in a dry ash.