Fluorescent lights flickered an eerie greenish hue on the ceiling. The room was dead silent; two men facing each other at a cold, metal table, each waiting for the other to break the quiet first, an unspoken challenge that hung in the air.
Finally, one made a move. He was in a black uniform, jaw squared, eyes narrowed to slits. He leaned forward, elbows pushing into the table beneath him.
"Why," he stated simply, voice low and dangerous.
The man across from him only stared blankly. But one could hardly call him a man. His arms and legs seemed long for his body. His face still round and chubby from childhood. Brunette curls tumbled in droves along his temples, framing even darker brown eyes. Eyes that held too much darkness- too much knowledge- too much cold emptiness- to really be considered a child's eyes.
The older man asked again. "Why? Why did you do it?"
The boy blinked. "Because," he answered, licking chapped lips.
"Because, why?" The man pushed.
"Because I could. Because I wanted to. Because I was bored."
"You were bored," the man scoffed, disgusted. He stood up, shaking his head. "You killed hundreds, Pines. You were going to kill more. And all you have to say for yourself is that you were bored?"
A bone-chilling cackle escaped the boy. "That's not all I was gonna do, Officer. You see, that had just been me proving my loyalty. I was just holding up my end of a... deal."
"A deal?"
"Yes, Officer. Nothing I did would've been possible without a little help from a friend..." the teen trailed off, eyes glazing over.
The officer cleared his throat, drawing the kid back to the present. "Care to elaborate?"
The brunette's lips split into a grin. "Of course, sir. Anything for you."
