Beyond The Horizon

Prologue

When Mike walked into the room, the first thing he noticed was how young Kane actually was - he checked once again on the data sheet. 23 was not a very common age for being accused of such awful things.

As he was sitting down on the table, his client looked up silently, greeting him with tired, innocent-looking eyes. This man still had a boyish appearance. For a split second, a voice in his head whispered "wrong" and Mike had to look away, hoping his sympathy didn't start to work at the most inappropriate time. Kane's eyes were a warm color. They would look even more beautiful under the sun. He thought mindlessly, clearing his throat twice before introducing himself to Miles Kane. "I'm Mike Kerr, I'm sent here as your lawyer."

"Me what?" The little frown on Kane's face was indifferent, almost like a polite gesture. Strangely, Kane seemed not interested in their conversation, possibly the only thing now that could have spared his life, in the slightest. He mumbled, "Is that an Earth word for interrogator?"

"No, of course not. I'm here to offer you legal advice," This earned him an incredulous glance. The confusion on Kane's face gave Mike a slight headache, for getting his first taste of the unique "civilization" on the Moon surface. Nonetheless, Mike continued, "I will help you to get a justified sentence on trial-"

"But I have nothing to add, believe me." Kane interrupted. He started to bite on the second knuckle of his forefinger in a childish manner. Mike then figured out his right hand was motionless because it's bound to the table surface with some invisible force. Magic, most likely.

Kane looked quickly at Mike's tablet, then back at his own lap. "You've got all of the stuff on the screen, haven't you?"

"So those are all true?"

Kane gave him a weak smile. "More or less. I mean, I've read it through a couple of times already, man. Really can't think of anything more."

"They got you involved in writing this? That's insane!" Mikes stood up abruptly, completely stunned. "How can you agree to-"

"Of course it's because I'm a cold, heartless killer. Where's the fun if I deny my own masterpieces?" Suddenly, Kane lifted his shoulder up and put on a harsh, high voice. His face was distorted into something very theatrical. Mike flinched, almost dropping his tablet on the floor as he backed off from the table.

Kane retrieved back as well. "Sorry... it's just that you seemed pretty stiff. I figured I'd try something." He shrugged, voice turning back to normal. The smile Kane flashed at him was playful and genuine-looking. "A bit too much?"

The sense of frustration was building fast in Mike's stomach. As the very moment, he already knew he had failed the case. Kane appeared to be extremely calm. Carefree almost. There was only one possible explanation for his behaviour. Still, Mike tried. "Mr. Kane, there's no need for an icebreaker. I am here for my job and that, as I just said, is to help you."

"Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that-but I don't want to waste your time." Answered Miles Kane, and their conversation had come to an end. The look on his face was etched in Mike's memory for years. As one of the best layers in LA, on the record Mike had never lost a case in his entire career. However, He was always rereading Kane's case file in his nightmares, always after reading bad news about the Moon base -

Mike stood still in the dullish room, having a hard time believing one of the most dangerous criminals was such a young lad, while the doe-eyed man looked up.

Kane did not seem particularly sad, but in that hazel shade, no will to live was there to be seen.