Corona, Queens, New York - October 25, 2013
Noah stood perplexing still, his face riddled with emotion, very much unsure as to his next plan of action. It had been quite some time since government henchmen last apprehended him. "....." Within seconds he deduced physical contact would serve no viable purpose. Instead the compassionate chancellor adjusted his posture, calmly clasping his bare hands behind his back, and respectfully awaited the inevitable answer to his disgraceful detainment
"........" Soon enough the absence of sound began to irritate his heightened senses; the lack of communication only chipping away at his strong dependence on using conversation to deflect personal anxieties. "Ding!" Rather then focus on negativity the ostentatious optimist closed his eyes, an undocumented fear of closed spaces reaching the surface, and tried his earnest to imagine the people he loved.
"Ding!" Beads of sweat rolled down his chiseled chin; his emotional instability reemerging at the most unlikeliest of times.
"Are you afraid pretty boy?" A raspy voice trailing into his ear made the skin beneath form fitting clothing crawl. "Are you?" Truthfully disgusted by the lack of respect demonstrated by this stateside operation, Noah steps forward in hopes of dissuading violence. "Are you?" He felt a frigid hand slide down his back which only caused further disarray.
"Ding!" Infuriated by the increased disrespect so foolishly displayed, the telepathic mastermind momentarily shuts down the minds of those within close proximity. And as for the one who copped a feel the dapper dignitary wrapped his pulsating hands around his scrawny neck. "I should kill you." He malevolently muttered, tantalized by the idea of poetic justice. However, his sinister thoughts were immediately dispelled upon the entry of another mind withholding magnificently crafted telepathic barriers.
"Let him go." His off putting voice caused an instantaneous relinquishment, though the scrawny aggressor still gasped for forgiveness....claiming to have seen the devil within.
"Why am I here?" He walked along eerily familiar territory, quietly inspecting this finely designed infrastructure whilst ignoring whatever sayings his captor might be uttering.
"I don't care for your apologies. The fact that you didn't do background checks on your men is insulting enough. I entered your custody, because I was caught red handed. I'm considered an enemy of state and I'm prepared to deal with the consequences", he was already hatching an escape plan while conversing with the suspected government official, "I'm just not sure why I'm here. Why haven't I been arrested?"
Noah unwittingly smiled, discomforted by the uneasy predicament he had found himself in.
"Because you're not an issue. Public arrest of Chancellor Addams could incite war with a country our nation is unprepared for. Not to mention your dual citizenship which has given hope to the American people that peace is possible", the seemingly seasoned veteran halted movement and saluted his dishonorably discharged counterpart, "I want you to help me....help you. Which leads me to answer the question you have yet to question." He remained silent for a few short seconds before continuing, "How was I aware of your entry on American soil?"
An arched eyebrow indicated confusion, because the yellow eyed prince hadn't a single clue. As far he knew the only enemy he retained was Clarice Michelle, but even she wouldn't be as appalling as to enable government intervention. "You've been studying me...plain and simple. It doesn't take a rocket scientist."
"I hate to burst your bubble. Trust me, I really do, but you deserve the truth. You're supposed friend Kurt lead us straight to you."
His response was unnatural, unsuspected even, the chancellor chuckled as if he were on an episode of Ashton Kutcher's Punk'd. "You honestly expect me to believe that bullshit?" Noah walked inward, tapping his left temple, threatening to dig into his mind and spin it around like a bowl of spaghetti.
"I don't, but I'm sure you already knew. His constant questions about your life in Venezuela, his disappearances every time you stop by his home. Who do you think supplied him with that apartment? That man is a dead beat. He's been selling you out since day one." The strangely familiarity brushed off his shoulders, apathetic toward this yellow eyed mutant's brash behavior.
"Listen. I hate to shatter friendships, but it's my job to be blunt. You're friend has been trading information to keep his ass clean, but he's been betraying both of us. Rumor has it he's plotting something and it's something big. Diffuse it. Arrest him on behalf of the United States government and you'll be a free man yet again."
He sat on the couch cozily, legs crossed like an actual gentlemen, and blankly stared at an unopened door. Upon the entry of an unlocking noise the disgruntled dignitary would shift back into this rigid reality. "Where have you been?" He'd question his supposed best-friend, increasingly conflicted as to how he'd handle this delicate situation.
"Have you been hiding stuff from me?" His voice heightened, disorientated by the idea of yet another personal betrayal. "Have you?" His yellow eyes darkened, everything around him was literally twirling and then suddenly it stopped. "Have you.....?"