Kye and Narain
The door gives way as the black suited guardsman push through.
�What is a past?�
The room is covered with blood, the screams were still fresh in their helmets.
�It�s just one of those things.� She shrugs her shoulders, flipping the menu over. �I�m sure you understand.�
Guns light up the darkened room, bullets screaming into the cloaked body that falls against the wall.
�No I wouldn�t.�
Blood and bullets mar the wall.
�Oh come on, a past is something we all have.�
He rises, holes within the cloak laughing.
�That doesn�t make it right.�
He moves like liquid darkness, striking down man after after man.
�Kye, it�s not always so black and white.� She folds her hands in front of her.
The sounds of men screaming for backup ring out across his com.
�Why not?�
His men.
�Because you just can�t go hurting people because they hurt you.�
The Liquid darkness is upon him, tearing through armor and flesh.
�An Eye for a Eye.�
The talons dig into his chest, wounds burn as he traps the taloned fist from tearing out his heart.
�It�s not important now.� She sighs.
He will not die in vain.
�Narain, now you are contradicting yourself.�
Her head cocks in obvious disbelief, her reply cut short as two steaming mugs are placed in front of them.
�So that will be the usual, western omlette no cheese and tea for the lady, steak and eggs for the young man.�
He nods.
She smiles. �Thanks Bernice.�
The waitress punches numbers into her pad as she bustles away. They are quiet for a moment.