Wonder Boy
That's what Allan called him; though looking on him now Allan could see very little about him that was wonderful at all.
Tintin was bound to the chair, although there was hardly need for it; he was unlikely to get very far with a bullet lodged soundly in his leg.
Allan kept his mouth pressed in a firm line and pulled his cap down further over his head. Despite all the trouble the boy had caused him, it was still somewhat troubling to see him reduced to such a state.
Bloody and broken; broken beyond hope.
He'd never thought he'd see the day the famous boy reporter gave up hope and yet now here he was; head bowed, tied to a chair in a cabin high in the Swiss Alps. If he died here and now no one would ever find the body.
And somehow that did not seem fitting.
It just didn't seem fair that he would simply disappear and eventually fade into obscurity. If anything he should have gone out with a bang.
People had a tendency to remember bangs. They were sort of hard to miss.
Tintin shifted slightly as he came into consciousness and Allan crossed the room to stand before him. Looking down he regarded the young man thoughtfully.
Left like this he would certainly die. Slowly and painfully.
Trying not to think too hard about what he was doing or why, Allan cut the ropes with a quick flick of his knife. Tintin showed no sign he had even noticed. Allan slipped the knife back into his belt with a grim smirk.
'You know, wonder boy,' he said out loud, 'I'd always picked you as the kind of person who'd go out with a bang,'
Tintin didn't reply, but Allan hadn't really expected him to. Shrugging he turned away and made for the door. Tintin still hadn't moved when Allan stepped out the door a few moments later.
The snow outside had picked up, but not to the extent that waiting entourage would be forced to delay their departure. One of the men looked up as Allan approached.
'Did you finish it, sir?' the man asked.
Allan shot him a look that clearly expressed what he thought of being questioned by a subordinate. The man took the hint and quickly busied himself.
Allan settled himself into the passenger seat of the lead vehicle and within in moments they were off, moving at snail's pace back down the treacherous trail. Allan watched the rearview mirror as it faded into the distance.
Go on wonder boy he thought show me what you've got.
Just a little something that popped into my head. I've always loved the Tintin comics and the animated series, and all the hype about the new movie got me thinking about it again. I haven't seen it yet hehe, I have mixed feeling about the animation =P
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