- Riddle Me This
Nicholas was bored. He rolled his shoulders to try and get some of the blood flowing, but he had been sitting in the uncomfortable chair for too long.
The bonds at his wrists and feet were just slightly too tight, which meant that he had to keep tensing the muscles in his legs and moving his hands about. It was getting tiresome, if he was allowed to say so.
The room was still dark, apart from the little slivers of light filtering into the room from the gap between the door and the door-frame.
Nicholas yawned. It occurred to him that this was the first time since he was small that he hadn't covered his hand with his mouth.
Funny how your brain works in situations like these.
The door opened slowly, with a creak that must have been deliberate.
“Riddle me this, Johnston. How does a man like ye'self get involved with people like me?”
Nicholas grinned at him, “Through money, of course.”
“Of course.”
The man snapped his fingers and someone brought him a chair.
He sat down as though he were a movie-villain, with the chair's back in front of him, straddling it.
Nicholas laughed at the clichéd thought, because he was sure than above it all some God of creative writing was currently laughing at him and the situation he was in.
“You got something to say, funny man?”
Nicholas had to bite his tongue to stop laughing.
The man frowned, “Spit it out, Johnston.”
“You sound like one of my scripts.”
“What?”
Nicholas shifted in his bonds, trying to loosen the ones at his wrists again. It failed.
“You sound like you're quoting something I wrote. Like one of the bad guys from Motor Cop 2 or 3.”
The man raised an eyebrow at him, “You wrote those?”
“Yeah. I know, right? They were crazy sequels, but the production company insisted.”
A moment of pause.
“Hey, what's your name, man?”
A very confused frown, “Tony.”
“Tony! Perfect! I'll put you in the next film.”
Another pause. The man – Tony, Tony was his name – was still frowning.
“Hey, could you loosen these ropes a bit? I mean, it would hardly help the writing if my hands and feet fell off because of bad circulation, would it?”
The man stared at him for a long moment. Then he stood up and said, in the tone of a shop clerk who is exasperated with their latest client, “I'll get my boss.”
Nicholas moved his head around to relieve the crick in his neck as the man walked out the door he'd just come in through.
“Is that a no then?”
It would of been nice to know a bit more, but it's short and sweet nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteThe dude reminds me of Castle. I guess it's the snazzy attitude XD.
ReplyDeleteI would like more and at the same time, I like where and how it ended. Such a dangerous looking environment yet no one fears anything. THUMBS UP!