"If there is nothing to do in the world… There is no point in living" Near said in his monotonic voice. He sighed heavily and opened the doors into the room of cells and began to stroll down the concrete path, cigarettes and a lighter in one hand. Whether he was allowed to be there or not he didn't care. All of the task force and those alike who knew of his existence knew that Near being bored was a powerful and dangerous thing. Saying this, Near was not an idiot and wouldn't be foolish out the loss of things to do. The reason of him being down there wasn't complete boredom but to question one of those who was locked away; the red-headed gamer known as Matt to most. She found his cell and bought the keys from his pocket and opened it. He stepped through, eyes on the floor and leaving the door half of an inch open. He looked up at the miserable boy. Near couldn't see his face under the scarlet hair and orange glasses.
"Matt" he said in a stone cold voice.
The boy slowly lifted his head and looked at him through the orange tinted goggles. "Present"
"I have your bargain" Near held the cigarettes up "Now you gimme yours"
Matt smirked. "What I know is about the latest escapee" Matt smirked, as Near bent down in front of him and lifted his glasses away from his eyes slowly. Brown eyes, almost black, met electric green.
"Beyond Birthday" Near stated with a expressionless face.
"Yes, he-" Matt began, only to be interrupted.
"Your roots have grown" Near stated "You can see the brown"
Matt blinked in confusion.
"Why do you dye your hair red, Matt?"
"Because red is awe-"
"Because you want to hide. But what from?" Near peered into the those sparkling eyes.
"You are here to hear what I know about Beyond Birthday, not to discuss my hair colour, correct?" Matt pouted.
"Yes. But something tells me you will lie" Near lit one of the cigarettes, holding the stick in his mouth as he did.
"What makes you think that?" Matt smirked.
Near took the stick from his mouth, making sure not to inhale, and threaded it between Matt's lips "Because I know who you are"
And with that, he left without another word. With his hands still free, Matt took the cigarette from his lips and yelled out as the door closed-
"What's the point of that, eh? Near! NEAR!"
Near heard, but he didn't reply or turn back. He locked the door behind him, and headed to his room.
What was the point of that? There was so much point but yet none at all, something less people would ever understand. Matt was still calling, but his words with inaudible, making it so easy for Near to walk away.
I know it's short, but I really wanted to FINALLY write a second chapter! And now I have! This story is in no way FINISHED! I just took a while to update. SO readers- even if there isn't a weekly update, it doesn't mean i've thrown the story, it just means I'm busy or trying to finish something else.
Do you guys still think I should carry it on?