Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all be a dream Mockingbird- Eminem
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The gravel yet rich voice leaves the room heavy with power. The entirety of the chamber shifted from sheer chaos to a haunting silence within the blink of an eye yet the tension seemed to be feeding on this silence as it grew heavier every second that passed by.
The murky space bursting with the piquant smell of metal and water went from spinning around making me nauseous to completely still as if it stared right into Medusa's face.
My eyes snapped wide open at the unexpected interruption and trace the imposing voice back to the entrance of the room.
The light that was earlier flooding in from beyond the door was now blocked by the presence of a man standing tall by the doorframe.
He wasn't completely inside the room, which made it difficult for me to get a glimpse of his face.
All I could make out was a broad and towering silhouette; His arms crossed against his chest as he leaned against the doorframe leaning all his weight onto his right shoulder and even though I couldn't see his face I knew he was looking unswervingly down at me.
I could feel the weight of his intense observation boring into my skin, making the hair at the back of my neck prickle.
His posture would normally portray relaxation but the way his head was tilted only a slight bit to his left, turned my lungs to a void.
All of my emotions, thoughts and fights had shrunken to the smallest corners of my body only leaving me with an anonymous urge.
The urge to know who this man was, what he looks like and what does he have to do with me. I could feel the intimidation and curiosity within me stir together making my brain go haywire.
The rusted pipes around me that covered every inch of the wall beneath them seemed to shrink infinitely small trapping me and this man in their clutches blurring out the rest of the world.
My mind reels back to the red headed guy who I suppose is named Leo mentioning a 'he'; can this person be him?
The excruciatingly awkward silence finally breaks as Leo puts forward a protest
"But she knows nothin' bout the damn Harrington and got nuts for 'er memory" he reasoned.
I could hear the tiny annoyance that slipped into his comical accent; maybe he wasn't trying to hide it.
He shrugs his shoulders urging the malicious shadow for a response that makes the gun in his hands weave around in front of my face.
A single wrong movement in his finger that was on the trigger is all it would take to create a hole in my face.
Leo's protest went unanswered and was only met with silence, a long eerie silence.
The shadow figure seemed frozen so still that you could barely tell if he was breathing, so stealth that you could almost miss him standing there if you didn't pay enough attention.
