Seto walked into the darkened room first. He sat down right in front of a glass window. He saw the empty rows beside and behind him. He stretched back, cracking his spine slightly, and looked behind him. Other people started to come in. The policemen, the chief, the press, and some other people who he never saw before. However, those particular people caught his attention, because they were crying. Seto shrugged slightly and turned around. Behind the glass, the room behind it lit up. The white light revealed a sterile room with a prep table in the middle. On the sides of it were several leather straps fastened with brass buckles. The room became quiet as the door on the other side opened. There were two policemen escorting someone, followed by a doctor. The policemen strapped down the other men and stood next to the door. Seto glared at the man who laid on the table.
So this is the bastard that raped Mokuba? Seto thought to himself.
The doctor picked up a syringe and checked it. He nonchalantly asked the man to make a fist and slid the needle into the man's vein. The doctor pushed the deadly toxin in and pulled it out. The man winced slightly from the pain of the needle, but fought it off, knowing that he was going to die anyway. The man turned his head, taking a good, last look at the mortal world before he departed. He saw something that caught his attention. A brown-haired boy who sat in the front row. He saw his piercing blue eyes, and felt almost like they were seeing right through him. He remembered seeing eyes like that, but where? He started feeling weak and short of breath. He saw how the eyes seemed to narrow as a smirk grew across the boy's face. As his eyelids started to become heavy, he saw the smirk grow into a wicked smile, coordinating with his eyes. Then, the man was no more.
"Just desserts." Seto chuckled to himself.
