Who am I? ((A Professor Layton Fanfic))

Chapter 7: Eyes

Now, I'm not generally happy person, but today was day 637, and I was sick. You know what sucks the most about jail? Being sick. Because there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.

You don't get to force your family to look after you, or eat soup that your... Mother made. You become hopeless and weak and vulnerable to the evil forces within the facility.

And no, I'm not overreacting.

Jaycie had told me that I didn't have to go to my appointment with her today, so I gladly opted out. I planned on sleeping in my room today. That's all I wanted.

I stared up at ceiling from my bed, looking at all the little cracks in the concrete. As I was slowly falling asleep, I was suddenly ripped from my almost-dreams by a noise. Someone was pounding on the door.

Dammit! Did those idiot guards not remember that I wasn't to see Gray this morning!! He came in and took me by the wrists. I shouted at him that I was aloud to sleep today, but all he did was drag me with him.

I'm going to kill someone.

However I realized that he wasn't taking me Jaycie's, he was taking me to a visitor room. This was great news! It must be seeing Layton!

Shit. I was going to see Layton. Of course I wanted this, but I wasn't prepared for it. Especially while I'm feeling so crumby.

I held my breath as I sat down. He entered shortly after me the same way he did the first time. He looked calm.

"Clive, I don't want to alarm you, please stay." He looked kind of sad.

"I don't want your shit Layton. Tell me what you want." I starred into his soul with my cold eyes.

He thought carefully about his next response then spoke, "Now, Clive, a gentleman never uses foul words, but I can see why you'd be discouraged by my attitude. I just want to help you get better, I though we could just talk. I'm sure you want to know what's happening in London." He smiled his little innocent smile. I started to think that maybe all he did want was to help me. I gave in.

"...H-how is it?..." Goddammit!! My voice wavered and cracked as my nervousness showed. I was supposed to be like a stone; strong and hard!

His smile grew wider as he knew I was opening up to him. "The city is practically back together. They've started running some subway trains in 'future London', so it's not completely a bad thing Clive. Everyone is in houses now and the city is nearly back in it's normal state. Isn't that wonderful?"

It was, it really was.

"The... The injuries?" So many people were hurt though. So many innocent people. I was a monster.

"Everyone is fine, and they found no deaths. But Clive?" His beautiful dark brown eyes looked into my ugly blue ones.

"... Yes Hershel?" I finally said after much hesitation.

"I think we both know that there are only two individuals you actually care to know about."

That damned professor.