Thread: The Special Division Tactical Force-Hareem/Moon

When the door opened again, Nate looked up to see the man from before walking in, someone who seemed to carry some authority in this place from the way he had been ordering people around before. Though after a moment Nate quickly looked away once again, still not touching the food despite the assurances that it wasn't drugged. Feh, you'll forgive me if I don't take the word of a kidnapper about my food. Besides, I think it's pretty obvious I've already been drugged....I bet you had someone slip something into the coffee I had in my last class didn't you? As far as Nate was concerned, that was exactly what had happened. He had been drugged so he would hallucinate, snatched up and kidnapped. And unfortunately it would be days, maybe even weeks, before his absence was really noticed too much. He lived alone in his tiny apartment, no parents since he had grown up in an orphanage and severed all ties to it at the earliest opportunity, and he doubted the teachers at his college would particularly notice or care that a nobody student like him had just stopped coming to class. He didn't believe the assurances that he would only be here for a few hours before being released either. He'd read about this...kidnappers acting all nice, trying to make their victims trust them so things would be easier...well no way he was going to fall for it. Nate listened to the explanation, though showed no outward signs of if he believed it or not, no signs of being shocked despite the amazing things he was being told, just waiting for the explanation to be over before finally speaking. Well that's one elaborate story you've come up with. Gotta give you some points for originality with a story like that. Next time try kidnapping an 8 year old, they might actually believe you. But you can't honestly expect me to buy that load of bullshit can you? Nate finally looked up at Ezequiel, though only to roll his eyes when he got is first decent look at the man. Your mom make that tacky costume for you? He couldn't help being sarcastic to the point of insulting....it was how Nate dealt with pretty much everything. Of course I got to that part of town, I was just taking my usual shortcut home to avoid going all the way through the shopping district He rolled his eyes again at the accusation of being as human as he believed himself to be. This story was getting more fantastic all the time....and the way this weirdo was talking Nate could swear he was believing his own lies. Maybe the guy was delusional or something....would make sense for a kidnapper. Oh no, I know all about werewolves. I mean who doesn't right? They aren't just monsters in movies, they're all around us running around our towns and cities, living among is in a great big conspiracy The sarcastic tone in Nate's voice was impossible to miss. Sure, maybe antagonising a delusional kidnapper wasn't the best idea, but things couldn't really get much worse as far as he was concerned. Red eyes aren't unusual at all. There's an entire clique at the college who wear red contacts to make their eyes look just like yours. You've just seen one too many Twilight movies pal, you might wanna get help for that by the way, you clearly have awful taste in cinema When Ezequiel pointed to the mirror Nate didn't even bother looking at first, but after a few seconds he decided he might as well humour the guy. When he did look up though he was just a little confused. In his reflection, Ezequiel's eyes were completely normal....yet without even needing to look away Nate could see that his actual eyes were still red. For a moment he thought maybe it was some kind of weird trick mirror, something that changed red into brown....but Ezequiel's clothes were red both on his body and in his reflection....and clearly the mirror wasn't some kind of TV screen as it was clearly reflecting even Nate as well, following his movements far too perfectly for it to have a hidden camera in it that could've been used for editing anything. ....Ok....so you got some weird mirror. That doesn't prove a thing you're saying. And will you stop saying I'm not human. I mean come on, look at me. I don't turn into a wolf, I don't have fangs, I don't have weird wings sprouting out of my back....so just let me go home Nate frowned, standing up and glaring at Ezequiel. It was quite obvious what he was contemplating....attacking the man, attempting to fight him and escape. Nate wasn't exactly a pro....he'd never had a martial arts lesson in his life, but growing up had been rough....that taught you a thing or two about needing to take care of yourself. Enough of your bullshit stories and crazy accusations you freak. Either let me out of here right now, or I'm gonna start getting angry