"Those eyes, I had seen them on TV and online before, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe I would witness their chilling nature from so close." My voice quivered slightly as I continued portraying signs of trauma.
"There’s no way it could be him, right…tell me it was my imagination…" Staring off into the void and falling into disassociation, I was soon snapped back to reality by a loud sound and vibrations running through the train cabin.
BANG
"TELL ME EVERYTHING! WHAT HE SAID, HOW HE ACTED, DO NOT LEAVE OUT A SINGLE DETAIL!" Inspector Slater’s voice was cold and booming as he slammed his fists onto his thighs with enough might to rock the entire train car for a beat.
"I…he…Inspector, it couldn’t have been him…right? There is no way; the reports all said he died during the invasion." Trembling with fake fear, I gave an Oscar-worthy performance while internally laughing my ass off.
’Hook, line, and sinker, Slater, Slater, Slater, you’ve always been quick to be blinded by your will to hunt me down; it makes you so easy to toy with.’
"He…he…he told me to commit his words to memory, that there would come a day when I would need to tell them to the correct corresponding party; I just never thought that time would be so soon." Gulping down a mouthful of saliva, I looked down at my shaky hands before clutching them into fists as if I were steeling my resolve.
Meanwhile, Inspector Slater had enough sanity left in that pea brain of his to quickly withdraw a pen and notebook from his inventory, assumedly to write down whatever it was that I was about to say.
’Uhhh…fuck, ok um, INITIATE BULLSHIT SPEWING MODE!’
"Hark, simpleton nave, and rejoice. I come not as the revenant of doom and destruction but as a beacon with plans of cleansing, of freedom, of revolution." As I spoke the antiquated words, I added some extra effects by making my eyes glow while loosening my expression so as to emulate a person under the control of my talent.
The drastic change in my body language sold it for the Inspector, who had seen this exact transformation more times than he could ever hope to count, and upon recognizing it, he nearly dropped his pen onto his lap in shock.
"Ye unwisened and foolish may have believed me to have passed on to the great nether, yet here I stand, living, breathing, thriving in the past."
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"To those who once hunted, thwarted, and intercepted my schemes, I say to thee, bringeth the fuck on; I hope you are ready to meet once again."
"It may not be now, nor tomorrow, or even a year’s time, but come it will, the day when the past we have returned shall know my name, and Xipher shall reign once again!"
’Ok, Dear Inspector, don’t fail me now, because if you do, this is gonnnnnnaaaa suck.’ With that thought, I reached into my backpack and grabbed my dagger, spun it around my palm, angled the blade upward, and thrust it toward my own neck.
"FUCK, THIS AGAIN!" without hesitation, Inspector Slater danced like the marionette I wanted him to be as he jumped forward and caught my wrist, stopping the tip of my dagger only a few millimeters away from my throat.
For a few seconds, I fought against Inspector Slater’s grip, trying to finish myself off as I had forced so many people under my control to do before, until finally, I closed my eyes and fell limp, smacking my head against the Train window in the process, but putting on a good show for the Inspector.
"Damn it, DAMN IT, I SWEAR he was DEAD, I was sure of it; someone of Xipher’s caliber is incapable of going a year without being in the limelight; all the signs pointed toward him being deceased…" Seeing as I had "passed out," Inspector Slater released his grip on the hilt of my dagger and collapsed back into the seat he had taken as his own for the duration of the trip.
"The kid wasn’t faking it…I thought he may have been, but I’d recognize those glowing eyes anywhere, and the body language he exhibited leaves no doubt in my mind…Xipher is alive and has returned to the past…forget about the how or even the why; I need to think about the facts and figure out his current plans." Inspector Slater mumbled as he picked up his notes and began jotting everything down.
"There is always a lot of detail buried in his speeches, but what is he plotting this time? The use of medieval phrases, such as nave, should be a sign that he will be working here in the UK for some time, and the way he describes himself in a biblical sense should be a rough estimate of the period he will personify….no, that’s not right."
’Heh hehehe, aw, it’s so pleasant to be able to see him trying to break down my bullshit first hand. If only he knew that I always come up with my speeches on the fly, and they LITERALLY have nothing to do with what I plan on doing.’ Listening to the Inspector’s analysis, I was practically about to burst at the seams from laughter.
’Still, it’s totally fine if I drag him along on a wild goose chase to search for me on the entirely wrong side of the world. The best part is I change my accents so frequently, from American to Australian to English; I’ve even used Middle Eastern and Irish accents so as to throw him off my origin.’
’I’ve listened in to his briefings and brainstorming sessions with the teams he leads in the Origin Timeline, and never once has he gotten even remotely close to figuring out where I was born or my true identity.’
’Heh, if only he knew that I was literally sitting across from him, he’d probably shit himself; ahhhh, that would be hilarious.’
"Serial Killers, it has something to do with serial killers…I don’t see Xipher going out of his way to deal with Harlow Sheffield unless he had some ulterior motives….wait….the body, shit, if it’s Xipher, I wouldn’t put it past him to fake Sheffield’s death so that he could turn the man into his pawn…"