If there ever was any such thing as East Quatermen Drive, there would be a
very small building with a very large room. And in this room the walls
would be padded and the only pieces of furniture would be a table and two
chairs. If these chairs existed, in one would sit a man, wearing tattered
old clothing that had passed threw many hands. In the other chair there
would sit another man, dressed in a black suit with a very plain and quite
mismatched green tie. And, supposing there ever was a plain white table, on
it would sit a tape recorder.
"Welcome," the man in the suit said. "I am quite sure you already know my name, though if your memory seems to fail you at this moment it is Dice. Now please, be a gentlemen and tell me yours."
The man in the old clothing said nothing.
"Don't be shy," Dice said slowly and wretchedly. His words pouring against this troubled man to whom he was interrogating. Pouring threw his ears and down his back, slipping into every crack and crevice in his body until he felt nothing more like a lost child afraid too take a step to far or to close to which he feared most.
Dice was a man tall in stature, he had thin brown hair with a sharp receding hair line. His eyes were black and dull, full of contempt and hatred. When one would first meet Dice, they might see a certain archaic tone in his voice. Though for one to suggest that he was vain or a fool would be most unwise. For he would immediately correct you in certain ways; some painful, some not. He doesn't just believe that he is truly matchless, it is because he is. Therefore; he believes he has the right to appropriately say so on various occasions.
"Tussin," the man said.
"That is a good boy. Now, Tussik I am sure you know why you are here, do you not?" Dice said.
"My name is Tussin," Tussin said with accost in his voice.
Dice grined for a moment, staring Tussin down. "Ah yes, I have always enjoyed that about you tussik, you never cease to have a hatred for athority. That is probably the reason they selected you; you, above all others. Tussik? Yes it is indeed a good word for you. I have always enjoyed hebrew insults, but they are some times hard to place into context." Dice paused for a moment.
"Ah yes, let us not get off track; there is much to talk about, in the words of another, we wish to ascertain the reason why you have decided to grace us with your generosity this evening." Dice laughed.
"I have always hated Lucy, he never just, I am not sure in which to describe it." Dice paused for a moment, his blackening gaze piercing Tussin. "Ah yes, I have reached a conclusion. He won't fucking die, he will never just sit down and fucking die."
"Lucid is-" Tussin said..
"A liar," Dice said. "Everything you have been told is a lie, all you have strived for this past year is a lie. You have done nothing to save anyone."
Tussin said nothing.
"Still unwanting to tell your little story? My associates are most interested in you my friend. No? Very well. I have a story of my own to tell you." Dice said leaving his chair and slowly pacing him self around the table.
His footsteps echoed and Tussin felt sick, he felt like he was being beaten to death by a bunch of laughing children. Tussin felt weak and so full of anger and confusion. "I had a little dog, and this dog I always have had a special place in my heart for." said Dice, suddenly stopping behind Tussin. Dice waited for a moment and grabbed Tussin around the neck with the whole of his arm.
"Do you want to die? Yes, yes. I am sure you have thought about it. Taking one too many pills or ramming a knife into you throat or cutting your wrists. We all have thought about it. Death waits for us, only he knows when your time is up, only he knows." Dice tightened the grip on Tussin's neck.
All Tussin could do was struggle to breathe, he choked back tears like a child.
"You are going to die and I am going to kill you, understand? You know this, you know your time is up and you will not live long. I am going to kill you. But first you must tell me everything, We must know how it happened, I cannot have this kind of thing happen again. Do you understand?" Dice loosened his grip and slowly, he moved over to his side of the table and crossed his arms waiting for an answer.
Tussin could barely breathe.
"Start from the beginning, and I will tell you more about my little doggy. Who knows? Perhaps these last few moments might be your best."
"Welcome," the man in the suit said. "I am quite sure you already know my name, though if your memory seems to fail you at this moment it is Dice. Now please, be a gentlemen and tell me yours."
The man in the old clothing said nothing.
"Don't be shy," Dice said slowly and wretchedly. His words pouring against this troubled man to whom he was interrogating. Pouring threw his ears and down his back, slipping into every crack and crevice in his body until he felt nothing more like a lost child afraid too take a step to far or to close to which he feared most.
Dice was a man tall in stature, he had thin brown hair with a sharp receding hair line. His eyes were black and dull, full of contempt and hatred. When one would first meet Dice, they might see a certain archaic tone in his voice. Though for one to suggest that he was vain or a fool would be most unwise. For he would immediately correct you in certain ways; some painful, some not. He doesn't just believe that he is truly matchless, it is because he is. Therefore; he believes he has the right to appropriately say so on various occasions.
"Tussin," the man said.
"That is a good boy. Now, Tussik I am sure you know why you are here, do you not?" Dice said.
"My name is Tussin," Tussin said with accost in his voice.
Dice grined for a moment, staring Tussin down. "Ah yes, I have always enjoyed that about you tussik, you never cease to have a hatred for athority. That is probably the reason they selected you; you, above all others. Tussik? Yes it is indeed a good word for you. I have always enjoyed hebrew insults, but they are some times hard to place into context." Dice paused for a moment.
"Ah yes, let us not get off track; there is much to talk about, in the words of another, we wish to ascertain the reason why you have decided to grace us with your generosity this evening." Dice laughed.
"I have always hated Lucy, he never just, I am not sure in which to describe it." Dice paused for a moment, his blackening gaze piercing Tussin. "Ah yes, I have reached a conclusion. He won't fucking die, he will never just sit down and fucking die."
"Lucid is-" Tussin said..
"A liar," Dice said. "Everything you have been told is a lie, all you have strived for this past year is a lie. You have done nothing to save anyone."
Tussin said nothing.
"Still unwanting to tell your little story? My associates are most interested in you my friend. No? Very well. I have a story of my own to tell you." Dice said leaving his chair and slowly pacing him self around the table.
His footsteps echoed and Tussin felt sick, he felt like he was being beaten to death by a bunch of laughing children. Tussin felt weak and so full of anger and confusion. "I had a little dog, and this dog I always have had a special place in my heart for." said Dice, suddenly stopping behind Tussin. Dice waited for a moment and grabbed Tussin around the neck with the whole of his arm.
"Do you want to die? Yes, yes. I am sure you have thought about it. Taking one too many pills or ramming a knife into you throat or cutting your wrists. We all have thought about it. Death waits for us, only he knows when your time is up, only he knows." Dice tightened the grip on Tussin's neck.
All Tussin could do was struggle to breathe, he choked back tears like a child.
"You are going to die and I am going to kill you, understand? You know this, you know your time is up and you will not live long. I am going to kill you. But first you must tell me everything, We must know how it happened, I cannot have this kind of thing happen again. Do you understand?" Dice loosened his grip and slowly, he moved over to his side of the table and crossed his arms waiting for an answer.
Tussin could barely breathe.
"Start from the beginning, and I will tell you more about my little doggy. Who knows? Perhaps these last few moments might be your best."