Well, I've been put on the spot. (OOC)-Take a deep breath. You can do this. (IC)-Raven 2:55 pm Day 2 Raven's Room -------------------------------- "What makes you a target?" asks Michael. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this, the government and all. If that is indeed his current contractor. There's no way you can tell if a stranger is telling you the whole truth. Especially in this line of work. "It's not like I have a choice in the matter," I say, trying to maintain my glare. "What matter?" Michael asks, leaning slightly closer to me. "What I mean is...It's not so much what I have done, it's what I could do." "How do you mean?" Michael looks genuinely perplexed. "The truth is...there's no telling where the future might take me. I don't exactly come from a model family." "How not?" The guy obviously knows nothing about me. "My father," I say slowly, "was...is a demon. The worst, actually. He's bent on creating what he calls 'the destiny' of the Earth. To him, it is inevitable that the world will end. More specifically, it is inevitable that he will end the world." Michael appears to put two and two together. "He wants to end the world through you. He'll use you as his tool to end the world." "Exactly, and God knows he's tried before. I have to meditate all the time to keep his influence suppressed, to keep my powers in check. If I lose control...If I have one lapse in concentration...I'm afraid I will destroy the planet. Maybe things would be better if I were dead." This new guy, this Spicer guy, has made me see myself in a different way. How much safer the world would be without me in it. "It sounds like your screwed either way," says Michael. "On the one hand, I kill you. On the other hand, you're responsible for the deaths of 6 billion people." "I guess that's the way it is. Save myself, or save the planet." Michael just stands quietly in front of me, not moving. "You know what you have to do," I tell him. If everything goes right here, my life is over right now. Michael pulls a pistol out of a pouch on his left leg and holds it with two hands, on by the handle, the other on the muzzle. He seems to be contemplating something. "If you have any sense, you'll do it now," I say, clenching my teeth. Michael holds his gun in firing position and slowly points it up at me. The end is now. ----------------------- (OOC)- PHEW! There it is.