Insomnia

Chapter 26: Discussion

"Start explaining Mikael," I said, my voice now low and stable.  It wasn't easy I'll tell you.  I mean, after all of this crying...I still felt exhausted.  And so far, talking wasn't seriously my thing right now, especially when I'm actually talking to this trickster whom I thought died already.

All three of us were sitting at the dining room, black curtains drawn, a single candle lighting the dim atmosphere in this somehow abandoned house.  As you could see, Mikael's studio...or the place he was last seen before he died was here.  How I know? Well, you'd know too if there were traces of tomato juice on the ground, or more likely ketchup with too much crimson dye mixed with it.  It was ingeniously planned if you asked me, the counter looked like a real studio in itself, so I guess I'll have to commend Mikael's taste on settings.

Talk about subtle acting.

I glowered at him, my mouth tasting like metal.  I then shifted the weight of the gun that hit my head earlier, who knew it was a shotgun? This would actually come handy when chased after an angry horde eh? Not to mention, if this idiot sitting in front of me dares to worsen my mood, well, all it would take is one pull of the trigger and his brains would end up getting splattered into bits of nothing.  So let's just hope that Mikael here would choose not to.

Mikael's eyes were bloodshot, almost taking similarity to those zombies' dead and lifeless eyes, only difference is of course Mikael's eyes were red due to his child like bawling, luckily for us though-he had stopped and was somehow at least 'talkable' right now.

Mikael looked down, his hands intertwined as they fidgeted against each other.  "Uhm, Caleb...you won't kill me if I tell you uh, all the things I know, r-right?"

I bared my teeth, shouldn't this jerk be glad that he is sitting in front of me without the ropes? That I even allowed him to sit here in front of me like a real human and not as an animal bound and subjected to the rule of my judgement? Geez, maybe Mikael would actually consider my proposition on feeding him personally to the hungry zombies outside.

He automatically sunk at his seat, beads of sweat pouring out of his face.

"You will be a dead man if you won't spit out those nasty lies the government has fed us all with," I spat out, my hands trembling as they tried to stop themselves from colliding into Mikael's pale face.

Mikael quivered and it must've taken Kit Kat's warm hand to hold me from choking the life out of this jerk, but even then, that wasn't enough to at least let the anger disperse from my system.

And why would it? This anger, accompanied by the sorrow that crawled into the edges of my heart were the ones that gave me the determination enough to find Adrian, my brother whom right now, might be tortured, or even killed for the things he knew.  I mentally shook off those images of my brother...that lost and broken look in his eyes, more visible as ever.

Mikael stammered idiotically.  "C-Caleb, I'm taking a big risk on telling you these things, I mean, most of them are classified," He reasoned, his voice shaking, making my anger soar into different heights.

"Look, I do not give a crap with how classified those secrets are.  I want to hear everything, and if you dare lie to me Mikael, I swear, I will kill you slowly, so very, very slowly."

Mikael flinched at my words and I knew that I had him with everything that I said, even truthfully enough, I was glad that he was afraid, because if he wasn't then God help me but I just might go on bananas mode and decide to actually pull this trigger and give away our position.

He managed to look at me but then glanced at anywhere else except my eyes.  "Uhm...what do you want m-me to tell you?"

Kit Kat answered for me, "Everything, and how you fit into all of this."