What Happens in Vienna {ManxMan}

CHAPTER 4 (Tobias)

"Dydych chi ddim hyd yn oed yn gwybod beth rwy'n ei ddweud, collwyr!"

That was the first thing I heard when Bryn brought me towards our interrogation room down the hall on the first floor. The moment those words echoed in the air I stopped, my head tilting like that would help me hear better, but even with that I had no idea what was said. I replayed the statement in my mind several times, trying to recognize any of the syllables, but I couldn't. I had absolutely no idea what language that was.

Immediately I was intrigued, looking over to see the irritated look on Bryn's face, "No one knows," he said before I could ask, "He doesn't seem to understand English or German, but he definitely knows when we're talking about him. He's not stupid in any form of the word."

"Interesting," I said, and Bryn sighed, stepping past me so he could push open the door, holding it open with his foot for me as he folded his arms.

Klaus and Kiefer both were already in the room, along with our doctor Adalwolf Meisner, who seemed to be unsuccessfully trying to calm the hysterical young man sitting in the single chair located in the middle of the room. His ankles were strapped to the legs of the seat, but the rest of his body was free, decked in black, which made his red hair stand out.

I must admit his appearance intrigued me as much as his language, as I'd never seen natural hair that sharply colored, messy on his head and hanging just barely in front of his gray eyes. There was blood on his pale face, staining his lips, and his words were rather slurred, his gaze hazy. When his eyes met mine, he stopped yelling, narrowing them into slits so they seemed darker than before, letting me see a wave of green in the iris'.

I turned to look at Bryn, setting my hands on my hips, "What happened to him?"

"He fell off the top floor and landed on a case of AK's," Bryn muttered, and I looked back at the redhead, then at Adalwolf.

"Is he not letting you look him over."

"Tried to bite me!" the man yelled at me, pointing at our captive, who winced slightly from the movement of my doctor's arm, "If he is so ungrateful then I will not help him!"

I held my hands up to calm him down, "Has he told you anything? His name?"

"No," Bryn walked up beside me, letting the door close behind him, "He hasn't said a word that we understand at least."

"I see," my eyes raked over the young man once more before I stepped forward, noting the way he tensed up, his gray eyes following my every move anxiously as I knelt in front of him.

He leaned back in the chair to put distance between us, but I just smiled at him, "Let's see, red hair is usually found on the isles, so he's probably Irish or Scottish."

The snarl he gave me was almost surprising, like he knew what I'd said, "Anwybodus mochyn."

I blinked at his words, "Well I don't know Gaelic. Hm. Maybe he's familiar with other languages. Bryn?"

"Go ahead and try," Bryn sighed again, and I fought the smile as I met the strange boy's eyes.

"Me comprenez-vous?" I tried, but the expression he gave was confusion as he looked between my eyes, so I tried again, "Putasne intellegis me? Mi capisci? Ty ponimayesh' menya? ¿Me entiendes?"

Nothing, he just stared at me with a blank stare, so I stroked my jaw before speaking again, tapping my throat, "Speak, name," I pointed at myself, "Tobias Florian."

He continued to just stare, so I sighed, "Come now, little fox, this," I pointed at him, "Is universal. Haven't you seen that Disney movie Tarzan?" I pointed at myself again, "Tobias," then at him, and he narrowed his eyes, looking behind me at the four other men before dropping his head, looking uncomfortable.