A/N - The best of friends can sometimes be the greatest of enemies.
The door slams open and the meeting room is swallowed by the writhing black mass of Dark's aura. Marvin, sat at the far end of the room looks nervous while Wilford is stood beside him, the barrel of his revolver pointing at the magician's head.
"Put down the gun or I will break off your hand." Pure fury blazes from Dark while his aura lashes out, breaking a nearby chair and striking at the table.
"We're just having a talk. Won't you join us?" there's no levity to Wilford's voice as he speaks, and he indicates the seat opposite Marvin.
Wilford is stood at the head of the table, occupying the spot that is usually reserved for Dark but the grey ego feels that now may not be the time to remind him of this.
"Drop the gun."
"Sit down!" Wilford's anger speaks of a fire that Dark hasn't seen in his friend in a long time. An anger that he often forgets given how bright his friend usually is.
Straightening his tie, Dark stalks his way through the room, reaching the chair and slowly sitting in it. He glances over to Marvin, catching the magician's eye. Marvin gives a small shake of his head. He isn't hurt, but with Wilford waving his gun around, it may not stay that way.
When Dark is sat, Wilford speaks. "Something attacked Jim. Then it took Silver. When we found it, it was confused but calm. Then it sees your pixie," he indicates Marvin with the barrel who flinches, "becomes enraged, and attacks. Now why would that be?"
Dark's aura is still raging but the man himself is a picture of calm. Marvin is huddled, head hanging and his shoulders hunched. It looks like neither of them is offering any kind of explanation.
"I may be a bit of an airhead, but I'm not an idiot." he pushes the barrel against the side of Marvin's head. The magician closes his eyes tightly. "You want to keep secrets that's fine. Everybody here has them. But you," he moves the gun to point at Dark, jabbing it at him, "promised everyone in this building your protection. Jim wasn't safe. Silver isn't safe. " Dark doesn't respond, his lips set in a firm line. "This pixie is distracting you from your duty to them." the gun returns to Marvin. "So why shouldn't I just shoot him?"
Dark's calm demeanour cracks as he distorts, rising to his feet, unfazed by the gun suddenly pointed at his temple. His words are barely restrained, filled with fury yet still even. "Try it and I'll pull your lungs out through your throat."
"You haven't got it in you old man!" Wilford shouts back.
"I-"
"Stop!" Marvin's voice cuts between them, drawing their attention to him. He's on his feet and he still looks afraid but its not of the madman with the gun.."I can get him to come out of Silver…I just need to talk to him."
There's a beat before Wilford uncocks his gun and it disappears into his void. He indicates the door. "Shall we then?"