Truth

Part Four

Two was tugging me further into the building. We then turned into a hallway after passing through a door with multiple trespassing warnings stuck all over it, and ‘permitted personnel only’ was painted across it in bright, impossible to miss letters.

“Close your eyes.” She instructed, and I was about to argue when she pulled me to her and stuck her tongue in my agape mouth. She actually kissed well, considering my unresponsive body. I heard voices down the hall, and closed my eyes and kissed her back, guessing that there was someone here she didn’t want seeing her. She would owe me one.

“Get a room!” A voice called out, followed by laughing, before the footsteps faded away. We were instantly moving again, finally coming to a gap between two paintings on the mostly undecorated walls. She knocked on the wall once, stamped twice, and then knocked again.

“Well that’s a crap password.” I stated, expecting the wall to be a door and to be swung inwards, into the face of the poor soul on password duty or whatever it was called. However, the wall slid aside of its own accord, just enough for a single body to slip in. Two shoved me in and quickly followed. The wall slid back into place and we were shrouded in darkness. I heard a slight noise which I connected with the sound of skates gliding across the floor, and soon the dim glow of a hologram turning on supplied the much needed light. Soon, I could see Bӧnen speaking into the camera.

“Our source tells us that Tristan, one of the leaders of Three Ts, has been spotted at one of the sketchiest diners in all the world; the infamous Wheeler’s. We’re here to apprehend him and try get an exclusive interview. Here goes.” He turned away from the camera, and pushed open the slimy door to Wheeler’s.

“I’ll be back.” Two announced as she left the room. I turned back to the hologram. Bӧnen was weaving through the crowd, most of whom spared him a glance before shaking their heads or rolling their eyes and going back to their conversations. The camera took a moment to pan in on a mid performer’s Battle. I heard a noise, and spun around, arms in front of my face.

A young man stood before me. He was probably my age, and had brown hair which hung over his eyes. He was about my height, and well built. He was a solid looking man, but wasn’t in an attacking stance. He was relaxed, and so I relaxed, but only a little.

“Are you the source?” I demanded. Confusion flickered in his eyes before he clearly made sense of something. He chuckled.

“No no. I’m the person who gave Two the heads up. You owe us one!” He laughed. He clearly had no ill intention, and so I relaxed completely.

“So who are you? How do you know Two?”

“My daddy went to school with her daddy. That’s about it really. I’m Yaced Raelcun. Most people call me Atom though. And before you ask, don’t.” Atom was a truly happy man, or as far as I knew him. But I also knew things weren’t always as they were upon first impression.

“Do you know who she actually is?” Atom gave me a sad smile.

“Sorry bud. She’ll kill me if I tell you.” I raised an eyebrow.

“A heartless killer?”

“No. She’s probably one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met. Hell, she…. I can’t tell you that. But I can tell you that anytime she’s slightly selfish, she deserves it. She’s sacrificed a lot. She’s put everything on the line, and never for herself.” He laughed, a knowing laugh. “Definitely not for herself.” He clearly knew far more than me. I resolved to get close to him, to learn as much as possible from him. We both turned our attention to the hologram when a female cried out. The camera man depicted Bӧnen with a knife in his hand and a familiar female holding the strips of material together to stop herself from flashing her breasts to the entire population. Her outfit was black and pink, and very similar to Two’s. However, she just had a pair of black pumps on her feet, not skates, and her hair was short and hot pink, spiked up at all angles.