The Anarchist

Advent of the antichrist

The blinding light outlined the bold silhouette in the entrance of the building. Rubble was sprawled across the floor like blood. Dust was floating in the air like a forgotten spirit. Boy shook his head suddenly and coerced himself out of his maddening thoughts. Boy zipped up his tie and sat at the steps of the cold, arduous ground. Boy looked around the vibrant, occupied office, running around consistently with statements being thrown at higher officials.

Boy fixed up his tie, and stretched out his coat around to his waist and slid on his sunglasses. He stood up on his feet and ambled up the stairs to the office. His steps died down every second in the noise infested environment. Boy clutched the blue, plastic coated file, gripped tightly in between his fingers under his arm. His leather shoes tapped and lived longer as he began to edge away from the noise. He fixated his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and knocked impatiently on senior commander Miller's door. The golden nameplate upholding the great man, with the name. No answer was given in response instantly, but after a late response, officer Miller shouted out a polite come in in his loudest rowdy voice.

Boy wacked the door handle, like a block and pushed the door with his shoulder. Officer Miller was sat down in his luxurious, exuberant office chair behind a stacked-up desk, of military command, and raid updates. An also a thin leather bind book on his desk, with the number 1962 written in neat handwriting. Miller had his hands on his lap, he had straps on his suit with his coat hung up on the back of his chair. His white shirt had been ironed to perfection and his face in natural frown, or faint scowl.

Miller put his hand to his face and rubbed it across, stretching his lip in the process. He rubbed his eyes through fully as if he had just woken up from an entangling dream, hard to wake up from.

"Sit down," He requested with a breathy voice. Boy looked up through the window behind him with the clouds grazing through the sky like sheep before switching back to reality. Miller looked at Boy with his hands flat on the desk, with the book protected in the middle. Miller looked through Boy as if he was transparent and stared into his eyes. "Why did you steal this?" He asked Boy in an unnerving voice. Boy restrained his lips and forced himself to keep his words inside his mouth. Miller looked at Boy for around 15 seconds before repeating seriously. "Why did you want it?" He asked curling his hand into a fist, nailed into the wood of the table.

Boy moved his hands across his laps, with uneasiness. He licked his lips tediously avoiding eye contact with Miller and darting his visual focus as away from Miller as possible.

"A friend of mine," Boy started, quavering his voice. "Told me, about a mission abandoned in 1962," Boy straightened his back aided by the chair. He stretched his neck sideways and retraced his visual focus to Miller. "You have to let me know," Boy suggested.

Miller kept his hands glued to the table with his fist uncurled again. He looked at Boy in his eyes like a wild animal and smacked his hand into the table in fury. The thud didn't cause Boy to flinch a single bit but had unnerved him more of what he was. Miller stood up, hands on the table and opened his mouth to scream furiously.

Before Miller had enough time to commence his furious anger, the door burst open. A young woman, held the handle and looked up at Miller, with Boy shrivelled to raisin. She held a glance at Boy before shifting her gaze to Miller behind the desk. Boy turned around lacing his hand behind the chair.

"We need you Boy, Sir, we have some new information." She implied. Miller shifted his gaze from Boy to the girl at the door. Miller gave a small cough in his throat before saying

"Well, Boy, you got work to do," Gritting his teeth like two rocks against each other. His jawline had now become sketchier and appear able while he grinded his teeth. Boy stood up from in front of Miller's desk and walked through to the door past the woman into the hallway. The girl followed shortly after while he began to pace down the flight of stairs.