Prologue: "In a Bind"
If you were to ask me if I had any regrets regarding my current situation, I'd readily answer you with a "yes" and an irritated glare.
"So, my unfortunate friend, do you have any regrets?"
I have the decency to will up the glare at the very least.
"I'll take that as a yes," he says, not even bothering to hide the pleasure in his voice. "I wonder if your friends have figured it all out yet."
More than likely. I did have the pleasure of being in a circle of smart people after all. They just act goofy. Hmph. Will they forgive me for this? I didn't exactly leave the greatest explanation in the world when I left them all.
"In any event, should they happen to find their way here, they'll be dealt with. Promptly."
I resist the urge to laugh at that remark as best as I can, but a lone snicker manages to escape into the air around us.
"What? Was it something I said?"
I manage to use my beat up vocal cords to form a response, "The implication that anything you throw at my friends will be enough to beat them is pretty fuckin' hilarious from where I'm sitting." My voice is hoarse and raspy from the recent abuse I've been treated to recently, giving it an almost ghoulish sound.
"And the implication that your teen-aged friends, all of whom are in their first year at the academy by the way, could even get a tenth of the way here without so much as a scratch is equally laughable, my friend."
I give him that much. Knowing any of them, they're gonna take a beating getting here... . Great. Now I need to come up with an actual escape plan. That's going to require time. Time that none of us really has to spare at the moment either.
"So then. Let's get started, shall we?" he says with an audible smirk. "First and foremost, please state your name and code name for the record please."
He turns on the camera that had been sitting next to us in the small rectangular room that serves as what is most likely the only "interrogation" room in the whole complex.
Hmm. Come to think of it, this could give me the time I need to think up a way out of here. Alright. I'll play his little game.
"Ahem." he get's my attention once more. I must have drifted a bit.
"Gabriel Roivas. Code Name: HUNTER."
He smiles a bit. I'll admit that the code name fits my chosen occupation a little more snugly than I'd thought it would when I got it.
"Alright Mr. Roivas, I'm going to be asking you about the events that led up to now. This is of course going to be including your rather... colorful creation. Just try to be honest and I'll try to take it easy on you."
"How thoughtful of you."
"Eh, I try. Now, tell me about yourself Mr. Roivas."
"What do want to know?"
"Start at the beginning. Your daring escape from NYZ perhaps?"
Oh. He wasn't kidding, was he? Fair enough. Maybe a little reflection will help me come up with something.
"Well... it goes a little something like this..."
AN: Alright, I'm giving this another go. Hopefully this works out a little better than the other things I've written.
RIP Monty. You'll be sorely missed.