Under Investigation
“Why? Oh, well it's a long story, sir. I mean it's pretty complicated.” A raspy deep voice came from one of two squeamish boys, both no older then 15 perhaps, sitting across from a heavy set man in a cold sterile office, little more then file cabinets crammed into a tiny room with a desk and chairs. “We have all the time in the world.” A voice as smooth as a serpent, dripping with sarcasm, escaped the mans mouth. The man was middle aged heavy set Caucasian in a black business suit with blacked out sunglasses. His long light gray hair was slicked back with greasy gel, and he sported a ridiculous looking soul patch on his chin. “Hey! It wasn't me..! It was all Toron's fault!” The boy who had spoken previously stood to point at the smaller boy who sat next to him. “What the HELL.” the other boy stood, clearly furious. “I didn't do anything Nikk you ass!”. “Why don't you both shut up and start from the beginning.” said the man, his composure as undisturbed and secure as his rock hard hair.
Toron was a real slacker, and an Asian so small, he was a borderline midget. He was naturally a real funny guy, but he was also a punk with a short temper. It was legend at his school that someone who had angered “Buzz cut iron claw Toron” ended up in the hospital with bites all over his body. All feared the tiny Asian with a huge attitude.
Nikk was a rather average sized darker skinned Asian with an attitude that could make Nazis run in fear. Without any remorse, Nikk would objectify and make fun of all races and genders, making terribly offensive statements with all the joyfulness of a toddler skipping in in a field of flowers in the spring. Unlike Toron, it was no myth that anyone who dared oppose him would end up humiliated and in pain from some sort of dirty trick. None dared cross the path of the merciless Nikk.
Toron and Nikk were the best of friends, spending their days together making fun of others and causing general humiliation to all those around them. They would make jokes about people. Nobody was safe. The teachers and students knew about this, but nobody dared to face the fearsome duo to tell off their mean and uncalled for ways of evil.
And so, the students and teachers called a meeting in a pitch black classroom with only a candle for light on a central table. Someone had to stop the horrifying duo once and for all. And so the plan was created, they would have to report the two to the only authority even they would not be able to stand up to. The Federal Bureau of Investigation.
However, the meeting fell silent as teachers and students alike came to a horrible realization. They had no real records of the wrong doings of the two, and no way of convicting them of their horrible tauting! Then from the silence, a small quivering voice rang out, “I think I have something.. I'm tired of them making fun of me too.” A shadowy figure placed a CD on the table, light shimmering on its surface. A cd player was placed on the table, and people's jaws dropped with alarm. It was the perfect revenge. The next day, both Toron and Nikk found identical men in black suits at their doors. To their alarm, they were gagged and swept away before they could say anything more then a gargle as they were dragged into black vans with tinted windows.
The man with the rock solid greased hair sat at his desked, his fingers clasped together in front of his lips as his elbows rested on the desk. “We have solid proof of your hate crimes against minorities and all around being asses. The faster you confess, the faster you can get out of here.” the man said, his stature unmoving. Nick gritted his teeth, sweat ran down the faces of both kids as they stared into the mans black glasses. “Well sir... it's a pretty long story..” Began Nikk as he launched into the tale of the epic and disturbing lives of Nikk and Toron.
The man with the rock solid greased hair sat at his desked, his fingers clasped together in front of his lips as his elbows rested on the desk. “We have solid proof of your hate crimes against minorities and all around being asses. The faster you confess, the faster you can get out of here.” the man said, his stature unmoving. Nick gritted his teeth, sweat ran down the faces of both kids as they stared into the mans black glasses. “Well sir... it's a pretty long story..” Began Nikk as he launched into the tale of the epic and disturbing lives of Nikk and Toron.
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