thespacekid
children, children
Vikram stared blankly at the man in front of him. Leaning back in his chair, his temper was now at an end, what with the wait. He glanced at the lady who he thought he knew, but the helmet was impossible to see through. The only thing he could think of were L's eyes boring into him. He turned back to the face the man, his dark brown irises meeting L's steely grey ones. With a sudden jerk, Vikram moved forward, placing his elbows on the table carefully, moving in closer towards L. "So you've read a lot right? What did that tell you? A lot about our ways, maybe. Our customs, our rituals, our culture, but did you ever get to the real details? Nobody writes about those. It's just murmurs and whispers, since we aren't allowed to talk about it, but I know, I know for sure. I was told before coming here." He slammed his fist on the table.
But now it seems like my work wasn't enough. And now do you know what will happen?" Vikram's hands were on the table, facing down, almost claw-like. His back arched with seeming madness, and his eyes seethed with fear., and widened, "They'll come after me. Not just anyone, oh no. They'll send them."
@Zer0
But now it seems like my work wasn't enough. And now do you know what will happen?" Vikram's hands were on the table, facing down, almost claw-like. His back arched with seeming madness, and his eyes seethed with fear., and widened, "They'll come after me. Not just anyone, oh no. They'll send them."
@Zer0