Chapter 1

He sat on the chair, staring at the ventilation space, the only open space in the room. He had been doing so for the past few minutes, as if wishing it would somehow expand into a hole big enough for him to squeeze through.

The moon was at its fullest. Its beautiful rays shone onto his face. Though dim, it was still possible to see his face. His greasy, dirty, unshaved face. His solemn expression did not affect how handsome he looked. Handsome, but scary. The tip of his nose was like as if there was a tiny diamond put on it, twinkling.

 

But his eyes.

 

His eyes were the main culprit of the intimidating feeling the guards always had. Even the strongest, bravest guard felt eerie whenever near his cell. The way his eyes shone was exceptionally unnerving. The old twinkle in his eyes, the charming way which made his eyes Jenny’s fetish, was gone. In its place, was a dark, cold and empty feeling that was spine-chilling. It spoke only of one word, one language: Vengeance. Even his jet-black, messy hair could not compare with the darkness of his eyes, which appeared even blacker and scarier in the dark.

 

Knock, knock.

 

He seemed oblivious to his guest. He continued staring at the ventilation space, looking at all that he could see of the beautiful moon. It reminded him of Jenny, and his heart ached almost immediately as he saw her face in his memory. Her brown, soft hair, flowing down beside her alluring face. Her lips, he wanted to-

 

Knock, knock.

 

“Are you in there?”

 

He finally diverted his attention to his guest.

 

“Sholov.” His voice was deep, and hoarse. Sexy, as Jenny had described it.

 

“Y-yes.” Sholov’s attempt to conceal his fear seemed fruitless. His shrill voice made him almost visible. His sweaty face near the door, mustering all the courage he had in him to speak to the man in the room, whilst fearing for his life. After all, the man locked inside was the very man who killed the Prime Minister’s wife.

 

In the room, he stood up, his eyes still on the door, but mind still with the beautiful moonlight. He gripped the door handle, and heard a tiny squeal. Outside, Sholov was bracing himself.

 

The door handle moved.

 

Sholov took a step back, and held his breath. It was going to be okay, he thought. Its just a casual conversation, everything was going to fine-

 

The door opened.

 

Sholov froze. It was like snow from the Artic suddenly poured down his back. He trembled a little, not daring to look into the eyes of the most dangerous man in the world.

 

“What is it, Sholov?” Hearing his voice alone was enough to make Sholov drop dead.

 

“I have something to say.” Sholov had finally mustered his courage to speak after a few moments. He put his arms behind his back, and lifted his chin up, although in another direction. No doubt he was trying to display some authority, but it was still obvious that he feared the criminal.

 

“Have I not made it clear that I have no wish of being interrupted at night? Especially a night like this,” The sentence was seemingly threatening Sholov’s life. He shuddered to think what would happen if he continued. Then, suddenly remembering that the prisoner had no weapon, his confidence was boosted a little.

 

He thrust his chest out a little bit, and said, “The Prime Minister, he-”

 

“Wishes to talk to me?”

 

“Yes,” Sholov said. He still could not overcome his phobia.

 

“What is it about?” His voice sounded so life-threatening, Sholov spent a few uneasy moments trying to stop himself from shivering before replying.

 

“He didn’t say. He says its confidential. And that you he is coming in five minutes.”

 

“Is that an order?” God no. Someone kill me, Sholov thought desperately.

 

“F-from the Pr-Prime Minister h-himself.” Sholov said, with a silent prayer that he would not be murdered or tortured in any way.

 

He laughed. Sholov finally looked at him, eyes wide open with disbelief. He seemed like a mad man, laughing at his own joke, which, Sholov was sure, was not funny if told to the Prime Minister himself.

 

“An order, from the Prime Minister himself.” He chuckled some more, and Sholov frowned.

 

“Please, let us get ready.” He insisted, and then it happened.

 

The black eyes pierced the brown ones, and it was only a fraction of a second later that Sholov looked away, terrified.

 

“I see no reason whatsoever that you should be allowed to come in.” He said coldly.

 

Though terrified, Sholov still argued, “The Prime Minister is on his way. It is an honour that he is visiting you, instead of having you brought-”

 

“An honour, you say? An honour that old boy Charlie is visiting me? When the truth is he is too scared to face me?” The prisoner raised his voice. He was angry.

 

But Sholov was angry, too. “You do not know the truth! You have no idea, how much he-the Prime Minister-has suffered, because of you...You...”

 

Sholov looked up to find those eyes piercing him again. He stared back, for once. He was angered, how could he, how dared he-

 

“Gentlemen, please.”

 

Both eyes diverted their attention to the man standing outside, a man in his mid-thirties and wearing a brown coat over a handsome gray suit. In his gloved hands, he clutched a black fedora. On his face, there was a bright smile which made him look like a kind man, along with his dark brown hair. His eyes were black, too. Only it gave out a kind glow, unlike the occupant of the cell.

 

“Prime Minister,” Sholov made a deep and long obeisance, while the man standing behind him had no reaction whatsoever. Sholov threw a loathing look at him, before turning to the Prime Minister.

 

“Sholov, I would appreciate it if you would prepare the car. I am taking our dear friend out.”

 

Before Sholov could even reply, he said coldly, “I’m not going.”

 

The Prime Minister’s smile faded. “Pardon?”

 

“I have no interest in wherever you plan on taking me. If you have anything to say, I don’t see why it would be of any difference here.”

 

“The audacity-” began Sholov.

 

“Sholov.” The Prime Minister held up a hand and Sholov fell silent. “Well then, we shall have our conversation here.” He handed his coat, fedora and gloves to Sholov.

 

Sholov left the room, the closed door once again enhancing the darkness of the room. The Prime Minister and the prisoner sat on wooden chairs, on opposite ends of the table.

 

After a few moments of silence, neither of them taking their eyes off each other, the Prime Minister broke the silence with a single word: Why.

 

“She deserved it.” Was the cold reply.

 

Following that was more silence. After what seemed like 15 minutes, the Prime Minister told the man sitting opposite him something he never expected.

 

“She was your mother.”

Reviews

[Rainbow Rider]

Very interesting. Gripping from the start. You pulled me in right away and now I must read more.

Only a couple of points to corret.

"Sholov freezed. It was like snow from the Artic suddenly poured down his back. He trembled a little, not daring to look into the eyes of the most dangerous man in the world." I think at the beginning you want to say 'Froze'.

"Sholov left the room, the closed door once again enhancing the darkness of the room. The Prime Minister and the prisoner sat on opposite ends of the chair." Here you might want to reword this ending. Unless you want the reader to imagine some weird huge chair that is big enough for two people to sit on with room to spare in between them. lol

And the very beginning, the first few paragraphs, I was confused as to who was who. I first thought that Sholov was the prisoner from the way it reads. Maybe give the character a name, so the reader knows who is who when reading. Just a thought. I really was pulled in to the story line once I figured out who was talking to whom. Great write.