Other worlds Rise

Truth

As Michael went to open the door, he looked at me. "Of course we are friends, but I can't have a blabbermouth on my team. Your a blabbermouth." Then before I could reply they had thrown me into the room.

They slammed the door behind me as I stumbled up and started hitting the door. Crying out as my knuckles bled. It hurt. "I swear noone has to know if you let me out!" I yelled. Only to get no response.

I heard a noise behind me and slowly turned around. It was him. That man that I'd helped. He was just sitting on the chair. It was surrounded by dead, beaten, bloody and cut up bodies. Some I recognized and some I didn't and some that were unidentifiable.

I slowly pulled my gun out, pointing it at him. "Just stay were you are.." I said still trying to open the door.

"Do we really have to do this again, it's getting tedious..." He says. Then he waves his hand and the gun disintegrates in my hand. I stare at it in disbelief.

"Well aren't you going to sit?" He asked calmly as if he wasn't surrounded by dead bodies and that he hadn't just disintegrated my gun in my hand.

I slowly moved into the questioning chair in front of him, clearly unsure of what's going on. But he hadn't killed me. Yet.

He looked at me, like he knew what I was thinking. "I swear I won't kill you. At least not in the next five minutes." He said.

I looked up at him and it was like he knew everything. "Good, now we are getting somewhere..." He said.

I sighed and slowly looked towards the door before looking back at him. He then looked at the door too. "Those men, why did they put you in here with me? What happened?" he asked.

I looked unsure, "I could just make you tell me." He said and I sighed. Knowing that was probably true.

"They... Well, I... I caught them stealing. I was going to turn them in. Tell their superiors. The superiors probably wouldn't have believed me anyway. But they knew what I was going to do. Called me a blabbermouth and threw me in here..." I said trailing off.

"Ah and they thought I would get rid of there problem." He asked I nodded knowing that it was true and hating it.

"I like the tone that your kind uses when they speak the truth. I wish you would do it more. It's very soothing." He said. Wait...my kind. Then what is he?