Two men walked down a hallway, lights blinking on and off. One of the number was dressed in a combat BDU, a holster to his hip. The other in a prison jumpsuit, with shackles around his wrists. The prisoner was let in to a small, sort of, interrogation room, with a table and two chairs. A man stood in the shadows, waiting. "Thank you Sargent, put him down here" he calls out, voice masked with static. I(the prisoner) watch, frozen with fear as he approached. He sits down and stares straight at me. With a smile, he pulls a 44. and levels it at my heart."Hello, Mr. Blue, can I ask you something." I lock gazes with him and give him a terrifying look. "Something I said. A slip of the tounge." I scream wordlessly at him. He smiles and says "Yes, I know, but you know I will find out now. Save yourself the pain. Where is the Fiven." I smile and shake my head. "Very well, I hoped it wouldn't come to this". He drops the 44. to my knee and, very softly, says "All of 3 million years of life, I've never shot someone's knee out. First times for everything, I suppos" stepping out of the shadows and presenting the face of a God. A kid.
WIP