PaperFresh Shots

Rapport

The young male took a deep breath before forcibly relaxing himself.

"First time?" A tall man in his late forties asked, his eyes cold.

The younger man nodded quickly, giving a weak smile.

"That obvious?"

The older man chuckled, looking ahead of them.

"I could be blind and still know." He then glanced down at them again. "Yet again, I have seen many things."

The boy chuckled, looking in front of him too.

He was staring through a one way glass, the type that are usually in those cop shows.

On the other side of the glass was a man. Yet, everyone there called him a monster... A demon in disguise.

"What's he in for, Sir? His files never reached me..." The new agent told.

The old man shook his head.

"Backlogged?" There was no need to answer. "In the day and age of technology, we are still plagued with backlog." He sighed heavily with the shake of his head. "You don't truly want to know."

The young agent looked up at him, confusion on his face.

"Sir, what has he done? They wouldn't sign a new guy up to face off with some psychopath, would they?"

The old man didn't say anything, causing the younger to tense again.

Wordlessly, the man motioned for the younger to follow him.

"He doesn't speak English, so I'll be in there translating for you."

The young agent nodded, deciding that he didn't really want to be alone with the man. Not if a senor agent was refusing to tell him why a mortal man was in the most guarded and secretive prisons there ever was.

The two enter the room, the overly-cuffed man watching them.

His sharp, odd magenta eyes watched them intently. His main focus was the younger male. He had to admit, they were cute looking.

He quickly said something that sounded a bit Russian.

The older agent quickly responded with something as the two of them sat down. The new agent knew, without knowing what was actually being said, his partner was telling him their names.

The magenta eyed monster chuckled, turning his attention to the boy. He said something, this time it sounded close to German.

"He said you have an unusual name." Henry muttered softly, his back straight and tense. He was prepared for anything.

The young man nodded. He then focused on the man in front of him.

"What's your name? Your real name, please." His voice shook a bit, but he stayed firm with his question.

Quickly the other agent translated what he said in German.

The monster of a human, laughed. His lips curved into a mocking smirk. He quickly said something, to which the man translated with a pale face.

"He said, 'You can call me the Parasite... All do...'"

The prisoner said something else, his smirk never changing.

"What should I call you?" The man translated.

"PJ." The young agent said swiftly. "Now, please tell me your actual name."

Quickly the other agent translated the demand.

The parasite chuckled softly, finally giving an answer.