The Security Room
He watched with blank eyes as the lights slowly moved from one plastic frame to another. The tears had long stopped falling; still a fairly large wet patch remained on the maroon carpet. After what seemed like an eternity, the lights moved to the words 'Security Room'.
The metals doors slowly creaked open and he stumbled into a grayish dark corridor where millions of screens blinked and flicked in the dim light of its opposite kin. Images of the building, interior or exterior, left right front center, every single floor imaginable was displayed and monitored in each and every screen. It was pretty impressive considering that the apartment was in a building of 30 floors.
Out of the corner of one screen, there was a growing mob of people. In another screen, there was a man traveling up the elevator to his room. He pressed a series of codes from the keypad on the wall and listened with a blank expression as the computed voice announced the deactivation of admittance to the security room.
He paused for a moment to take note of the screen numbers and resumed his walk to the main viewing room, a steel door with a sign hung over the smooth surface proclaiming in red block letters 'NO ADMITTANCE'. He took out a small key and fingered it as he unlocked the door and stepped inside where he underwent a few retina, voice and handprint tests before he gained full access.
He stepped into a dark room where there were less screens and a single chair to view them all. He sat on the chair and it was a little cramped in the room so he brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them close, like a shield around his small frame. He did that often, but not too frequently because Karu-niisan sometimes made fun of him. Reaching out to key in the screen numbers, he checked the small digital clock on the control panel. Screaming out the time in green digital numbers 7:30:45 p.m. He chewed on his lip and took out a sweet from the secret stash he had stored for him and after a brief moment of ripping off the wrapper, he popped the sweet into his mouth and sucked. Grape. Sweets always helped calm him down, it never made him hyper like those freaky animated cartoon animals advertising for cereals he never bothered to purchase.
The people in the screens moved around, he lip-read the ones in his room. Just like onii-san planned.
"So, you're here. Right on time."
"That's right."
"You'll be caught soon, you know."
"Like hell, what have you got against me? In a few moments a mob of believers will storm into the building and destroy all evidence in their frenzy. Then you and that brat will die. Where is he anyway?"
"That does not concern you, but believe me you will be caught."
"Hah! You have nothing against me!"
"I know you were the one who called the last time, the evidence you left behind was too careless to have been you and judging by the look on your face, I guess I'm right. Everything you said did and predicted were all just red herrings. You thought you could clear your name by putting yourself under house arrest but that just raises my suspicion."
"You may be right, but that soesn't mean it's going to stop me from-"
The stranger was holding a black rectangle and a pen in his hand. The rectangle seemed to be a notebook as the man flipped it open and started to scribble something in it.
7:34:21 p.m. He dropped dead.
The stranger began to laugh.
The boy let out a small strangled noise then fell silent.
Clutching his tiny shoulders, he began to weep.
To be continued…
A/N: Why do I get the feeling this sucks bad? Stupid parallels!