Third person POV
Cold brown eyes studied the boy before him. The boy, either oblivious or uncaring of the scrutiny, leaned back into his chair and rested his dusty, bare feet on the desk.
"It's been such a long time since I last was here," the boy remarked, shaking long, pale blond hair out of his eyes. "This company was just a baby back then. Barely a fledgling."
Mr. Martinez just grunted.
The two were alone, in his office. The boy, relaxed, on one side of the table, the man, tense and nervous, on the other.
There was a knock at the door.
"What?" Mr. Martinez growled at whoever was outside irritably. Didn't his staff listen to his instructions? He thought he had explained very clearly. No interruptions during this meeting.
A young scientist, still wearing a white lab coat, shuffled nervously into the room. "The files you requested, sir," he sputtered, giving Mr. Martinez a thick yellow envelope before rushing out of the room as fast as he could, slamming the door behind him.
The boy paid no attention to this exchange, instead, staring up at the overhead light as if it were a brand new invention.
The staff was unnerved by the visitor, you see. As was Mr. Martinez himself, although he would sooner die then admit that.
Mr. Martinez supposed he had a good reason to be unerved.
It was the eyes, he decided. Palest blue, they seemed to hold all the knowledge and wisdom of the centuries. As cold as ice-no, colder-and filled with a muted vengence. Ancient knowledge in the face of a twelve-year-old boy, ruthlessness swirled among wisdom. Made up of colours so light, they were dark. The sheer impossibility was frightening.
And he supposed the boy himself was scary, in his own way. Dark tanned skin with pale hair that framed an angular face, thin and skinny body that he knew was incredibly strong. Clothed in tattered and faded clothing from a long-gone era.
Inhuman.
Every one of Mr. Martinez's instincts screamed that, and he guessed that that was true. But he needed the boy.
"So...why did you call for me, Martinez?" The boy fixed his strange eyes to his. "It's been so long...I thought the company forgot about me."
Mr. Martinez stared steadily into the lifeless eyes, trying to not show how shaken he was.
"We, the Itex branch of area 23, need your help in capturing six children. They're part bird, and have proved to be a difficult prey."
The boy snorted, his smirk slipping for a moment. "So you called me back, now, to find a bunch of escaped experiments?"
"They're not just that. They are extremely dangero-"
"No."
The boy stood up suddenly, slamming his hand to the desk between them, which shook and wobbled at the blow. "I waited two hundred fifty-eight years for this company to remember me," He said, eyes blazing, voice deadly. "Over two and a half centuries. Maybe for you, with your broken sense of time, that isn't anything. But because of you, I was trapped in a stone prison for all that time, while you grew and prospered and forgot all about me. And now you come crawling back for me to fetch a couple of experiments? A dog with no brain and half a nose can do that! Tell me, what am I worth to you?"
Mr. Martinez blinked. The only sign of his growing panic was a slight tightening of his lips. "But for that, the blame must surely go to my predecessors? I haven't-"
"No, you haven't. But, your predecessors, as you call them, have not done anything either. No, it is the fault of the company for the way I am, and you, Martinez, you are a part of it."
Mr. Martinez swallowed. "But this is a good deal for you. Why refuse it? You can't go wrong with agreeing." He was aware that he sounded on the verge of begging on his hands and knees, something that never happened.
The boy sat back down. "Well, what do I get out of it?" He asked afer a while.
"Pardon?"
The boy leaned back into his chair. "What do I get in return for my services?" he said, louder this time, eyes glittering slyly behind bangs of pale hair.
Mr. Martinez answered without hesitation. "Your unlimited freedom, of course."
The boy sat more attentively and smiled, revealing long pointed canines. Mr. Martinez couldn't help but supress a shudder.
"It's a deal."
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