Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

... What a fucking retard ... Justin rolled his eyes again, unable to help himself at this point. Just ... really? Wouldn't it have been obvious sooner that someone without the right credentials would have a harder time creating something like a tranquilizer on their own versus someone with a proper degree? One would hope the answer was 'no shit, duh'. But ... apparently this man didn't seem to have the right mindset. Or ... was he just acting? Pretending to be dumb when in actuality he was smarter, maybe more so than even Justin. Academically, for sure but no way would he easily believe he was better in 'street smart' topics. Of course, those were the keywords not easily . Then again, he was being given more important things to worry about. And all revolved around this man ... and the situation Justin was now in. First, disgust filled him. This man sounded ... creepy. Eerie. Maybe even worse. For all he knew, the choice in words were probably too tame and inaccurate to truly describe whoever this bastard was, name wise. The creepy factor quickly rose when he went on to reveal that he knew more than just his last name, but even his past. Hell, this .... captor went so far as to suggest he knew why he was actually arrested. Y-You're ... Justin quickly bit his lip, not wanting to utter any words he may regret. Finally, the attention went away from him and onto the doors. Looking between them, Justin felt at least relieved that his vision was indeed correct. There were three doors the tranquilizer wasn't screwing with his eyesight like part of him had thought. ... But ... why were there three? I should warn you that one of these things is not like the other. Ah, good ol' Sesame Street, hahahaha. But no seriously, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. .... The fuck are you trying to hint? This like some warped test and there is actually a wrong answer? The mere possibility made him more on edge, more scared. The fear was beginning to make a bit more sense, even though Justin hated to admit it. Literally anything could be behind each door. In fact, this felt very familiar, like a famous horror flick he'd seen a few years ago thanks to a fake ID. But ... he couldn't place the name of it. Alas, whether he recalled it or not, that wouldn't matter. What was essential was the fact that Justin may now literally be in a similar enough version of said film. ... N-no. He's fucking with you. This ... no. This can't be the same goddamn thing. He said it himself, you were a test subject. So that's all there is to it, right? Going off the 'clue', the one with the blue sign was the answer. But the real question going through Justin's head was whether it was the right answer or not. Sometimes, something being different was actually a good thing. This is bullshit, he muttered, slowly - but a bit shakily - getting up to his feet as he took a shaky breath. You're gonna be fine ... Although Justin had seen his fair share of EXIT signs with red letters, he had also seen some with blue that were correct and led to a way out. So between that and the man's words, he hoped - prayed even - that he was making the right choice. And so, after mustering enough courage, Justin gripped the handle attached to the blue-colored handle and turned it expecting the worst but certainly hoping for the best.