High Moon
Relic of a Bygone Age
@DC981
Watching TV did not calm Tim at all,it had just made it worse when he got stuck on a News Channel,Tim had learned The Police was being praised for defeating his comrades.and that The Director was gonna give a speech.''So that's what she meant...He will be assasinated during the speech.'' he whispered to hismelf.'but how could she know that?' was what he thought right after saying that.''If Ms.Desh knows that there is a posibility that The Director will die,It must be certain that The Director is well aware of this,but then why would he still go to give the speech?.Then it must be staged...A Scenario,that's it!'' He Exclaimed,forgeting that Nika was most probably sleeping.''Are they gonna blame some one? or are they doing to justify something? or...or just for more Tension and Anarchy?'' he asked to himself trying to find an answer to this plot.Walking back and forth,unable to stand-still.
''Is Ms.Desh a part of this scenario? Did she accidantly told me that The Director may die? or was she just trying to test my reaction? Maybe she was gonna offer me to be the Trigerman,Did she just save me to use me? because I am spareable?no that does not make sense!'' he continued questioning.''You are getting Paranoid Timothy! You are thinking too much!'' he yelled to himself.With every passing minute that he could not find a logical answer he became more and more Unstable.''Can't stop it! Too many thoughts!I can't stand it!'' he said as he grabed a knife from the kitchen,and cut his wrist,as blood started to flow to the drain,Tim relaxed a bit his mind going numb for a minute or two before he grabed a towel to press against his self-inflicted wound.The Red colour and the metalic smell of the blood did take his mind off from the unnecesary problems,yet it seemed like the Worries and thoughts were not the only things that he had left his mind since after a few minutes he just dropped the towel and walked towards Nika's room as if he was perfectly fine.
''Is this all a plot Ms.Desh?'' he asked silently to Nika with an voice that lacked any emotion voice,standing just outside her room with the door wide open,looking at her with lifeless eyes,and the bloody knife still on his hand and blood driping from his gash on his wrist.''Are you playing a game with Poor Naive Timothy?'' he continued taking a step forward.''Because,Timothy is sick of being a doll to be used in peoples games.'' he said with a devilish smile taking form on his face,and his eyes gleaming with madness,miroring insanity to whoever looked at them.Maybe it wasn't just the his odd appereance that gave him the nickname of the Deamon-boy.
Watching TV did not calm Tim at all,it had just made it worse when he got stuck on a News Channel,Tim had learned The Police was being praised for defeating his comrades.and that The Director was gonna give a speech.''So that's what she meant...He will be assasinated during the speech.'' he whispered to hismelf.'but how could she know that?' was what he thought right after saying that.''If Ms.Desh knows that there is a posibility that The Director will die,It must be certain that The Director is well aware of this,but then why would he still go to give the speech?.Then it must be staged...A Scenario,that's it!'' He Exclaimed,forgeting that Nika was most probably sleeping.''Are they gonna blame some one? or are they doing to justify something? or...or just for more Tension and Anarchy?'' he asked to himself trying to find an answer to this plot.Walking back and forth,unable to stand-still.
''Is Ms.Desh a part of this scenario? Did she accidantly told me that The Director may die? or was she just trying to test my reaction? Maybe she was gonna offer me to be the Trigerman,Did she just save me to use me? because I am spareable?no that does not make sense!'' he continued questioning.''You are getting Paranoid Timothy! You are thinking too much!'' he yelled to himself.With every passing minute that he could not find a logical answer he became more and more Unstable.''Can't stop it! Too many thoughts!I can't stand it!'' he said as he grabed a knife from the kitchen,and cut his wrist,as blood started to flow to the drain,Tim relaxed a bit his mind going numb for a minute or two before he grabed a towel to press against his self-inflicted wound.The Red colour and the metalic smell of the blood did take his mind off from the unnecesary problems,yet it seemed like the Worries and thoughts were not the only things that he had left his mind since after a few minutes he just dropped the towel and walked towards Nika's room as if he was perfectly fine.
''Is this all a plot Ms.Desh?'' he asked silently to Nika with an voice that lacked any emotion voice,standing just outside her room with the door wide open,looking at her with lifeless eyes,and the bloody knife still on his hand and blood driping from his gash on his wrist.''Are you playing a game with Poor Naive Timothy?'' he continued taking a step forward.''Because,Timothy is sick of being a doll to be used in peoples games.'' he said with a devilish smile taking form on his face,and his eyes gleaming with madness,miroring insanity to whoever looked at them.Maybe it wasn't just the his odd appereance that gave him the nickname of the Deamon-boy.
