Stand Off

“You can do anything you please, Orpheus. But you have very little time to do it in.”

“You mean you’re actually going to kill me?”

“I mean just that.”

This was it. All his research, waiting, planning, it all led to right now. Before him stood Frederick, a gun raised to Orpheus’s eye level. Waiting. This would end in three ways, Orpheus bends, Frederick bends, or Orpheus dies. Simple as that.

“Well, go ahead.” Orpheus nodded, his hands folded behind his back as he looked past the gun and into Frederick’s eyes. Like melting ice, Prideful and hurt.

“I’ll do this my own way.” You stated with a sharp tongue and glare, your finger not on the trigger but nearby. “Look, you already know my purpose in being here, you will either give me my information, or I will kill you. You have until 9’O clock.”

Orpheus chuckled, stepping closer to you as he reached out and touched the nozzle of the gun, gently pushing it out of the way. So he could look at you directly.

“You won’t do it, you can’t pull the trigger. You can’t pull the trigger because you love me, it takes a very cold and a very brave man to do that Frederick. I don’t think you can. Isn’t that true? Isn’t that why you’re waiting?”