Riot [On Hold]

Chapter 5

Curious. I haven't been like that in a while.

"Who the fuck are you?" I repeated again, pulling on his hair so that he would answer as I held the gun to his head.

"Don't you already know that?" He mustered, trying not to wince as I pulled his hair harder.

I leaned towards him and whispered in his ear.
"Tell.Me.Who.You.Are," I spoke through gritted teeth,"Or I'll shoot."

Roy just laughed.

You can't kill him.

Why not?

He's the same,we don't kill the same.

But he's a liability.

I placed my hand on the trigger,ready to shoot.

It was either him or me.

Don't kill him Riot.

But I have to, he knows about us.

But he's like us.

My conversation was interrupted by him coughing formidably.

"Clock's ticking,but I know you won't kill me."

He smirked.

I slammed his head down onto the ground watching him groan in pain.

"Fuck you."

I got off of him,pointing the gun at his face.

I felt droplets of rain on my face,as it began to drizzle.
Roy got up from the ground,holding his bleeding nose.

"You literally just threatened to shoot me,and you didn't,I'm convinced you've never tortured before."

I kept it pointed up at him nevertheless,"Don't underestimate what I can do."

"I think we both know there's nothing to expect."

Riot,he's not a threat.

Sighing,I lowered the gun.

He grabbed a muffled tissue from his pockets and held his nose.

I was tired.

I wanted rest,but I got a mess.

Huh,that rhymes.

The rain gradually began to increase,the pitter patter against the road increasing the drowsiness within me.

Riot, you're only going to get 4 hours of sleep at this rate. Not enough.

I felt my eyes become heavier and more daunting as they begged for rest. I needed to sleep. Fatigue rushed over me,my legs giving way as I fell to the ground,my energy drained, conscience weak.

Riot,get up.

Too much had happened today,I'm tired.

Riot. Get up.

I tried to,but failed. My body just lay numb in the pounding rain as I was forced into a deep slumber.

You're a mortal. And mortals are weak.

Roy's POV

My nose hurts-and that in itself is an understatement.

I grabbed a tissue from my pocket and held it against my nose,trying to stop the blood.

Thoughts rushed through my mind, enveloped in an art that nobody could ever imagine.

My whole life,I was the only one. The only one who had it. The only one who dared to use it.