The Last Hour

Part 2

Bram's POV:

I sat in the interrogation room, giving the officer a lazy stare and I say, "Look, lady... I'm telling you the truth." My hands were chained to the table, obviously due to them thinking I was and I quote, "a threat" to all of them because I looked like a maniac waving a gun in the air yelling about complete nonsense to nobody.

The female officer scoffs at my lie, her blonde hair tightly put in a bun and says, "Please, many residents claimed that you were running amok, busting into houses and holding a piece of wood at their hearts; yelling about a god running throughout the town. And killing people as they did their usual routine."

Okay, the first bit was true. I was busting into houses and scaring the daylights out of people because I was asking... Asking if they saw a god in a cream colored trench coat running amok. I exhaled through my nose, looking at the officer and I say in an icy voice, "I was asking if they saw a god running about. He was about, oh I don't know... Six feet tall, wearing a cream colored trench coat and has an accent like an Englishman from the 1940's. And goes by the name of John Smith."

The officer rolled her eyes at me, thinking I was exaggerating and sits on the table. "Look, Mr. Poet. John Smith is a popular name in London, and everywhere else in the United Kingdom. But let's just say there was a god running around in London, England killing people as he wished. Don't you think it's quite absurd that a god would want to kill the human race?" She raises an eyebrow in questioning, her lips were a thin line.

I give out a small laugh, thinking this was funny and I give her the most judging look that I could muster. I say in an even tone, "Please Officer, don't think that gods' are even loving. They are hateful, and would love to tear the human race apart no matter what. All you humans think that gods' are peaceful, loving even but they are evil, ruthless and have a legion of angels at their command to wipe out our existence."

The officer gives me a blank stare, clearly shocked at my words and looks at the window where all the other officers' are waiting for her. She looks back at me and licks her chapped lips before saying, "What you're saying is true then?" Her eyes full of questions, her body tense now.

A smile plays on my lips, liking how she finally understood my ranting for the past hour in the half and I wink. "Of course it is darling, everything is real if you really wish it." I reply truthfully and hold up my cuffed hands. I look her in the eyes and say, "Now do you want to uncuff me or what?"  

The officer gives me a wary stare, not sure if she wanted to trust me and says, "No, I want more answers." She sits down in the chair that was across from me, her facial features were serious and waits for me to reply.

I look at her with the most I-hate-you glares and I don't reply because I wanted these cuffs removed at once. I look into the glass window, a smirk plays on my lips and I say, "Okay, fine... If you want answers. I'll give you some." No, I wasn't it is not safe for them to know what is actually out there. It's dangerous and dangerous is never the idea that I want for innocent beings to get involved with.

The officer perks up at my acceptance, she pulls out the notepad that many officer's kept in handy when they interrogated a suspect and says, "Great, tell me."

Ugh, disgusting. The curiosity that we humans have is deafening. No wonder it killed the cat when it was curious.

I clear my  throat, about to "tell" her everything and say, "Go... Screw yourself." A smirk plays on my lips now as I sat back in my chair.

The officer almost wrote that down, she stops herself and sets down the pen she had in her grasp. She exhales loudly, trying to remain calm and gives me a look. "Bram, be serious."

I give her one of my award winning smiles and say, "I am being serious, darling. Now can you release me?" I hold up my cuffed hands, waiting with raised eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes at me, she gets up off the chair she was sitting on and says, "No." She leaves this room and walks away. Probably to the windowed part of the interrogation room.

I scowl at her back as she left, I slumped in the chair and glare into the window part of the interrogation room. Damn officers being so damn picky about things. I need to get out and fast... Cronus is probably counting up the bodies by now. It's been what? Four. Five hours at most.  I patiently wait for the officer to come back into the same room as I, but that didn't happen anytime soon. I sigh softly, looking around the room; the walls were bare to the point of boredom.

Clink, clink, clink.

I frown at the noise, wondering where that was coming from and I look over my shoulders to see if anyone was behind me. Nope... My eyes soon catches a glimpse of metal and I raise an eyebrow. I stare at where I saw the metal and notice it was a key. And that key was out of my grasp, lying on the floor; taunting me. I growl at this, wondering who got the key and I see something move in the shadows.

Familiar eyes stare back at me and stays hidden in the shadows. Hello Bram, I see that you're finally caught by the officials?  A voice telepathically says inside my head.

I give out a small groan, only one that he and I could hear and I say telepathically back to him, Hello Tokoshi, long time no see? Let me guess you had nothing better to do and decided to taunt me with the only thing that could get my freedom back. How... Nice.