In a white room there sits 2 individuals. One is a modern everyday black youth in his early 20s. He's wearing sweat pants and and black tank top as he caresses his bald head. The other is a man in his 50s with skin so pale you know he's from the coldest parts of the north. He wears an animal pelt hunting suit. Both men smile at each other staring across the table they are seated at.
The youths eyes are a soft blue making an alluring contrast with his skin. There is a slight touch of insanity in those eyes. The type that can draw you in and keep you there. It's a hunger for a challenge and the eyes of a covert predator.
The hunter sweeps his dreadlocks out of his face revealing an almost golden color that would stop the hearts of many women and man alike. Not because of the color but because of the respect those eyes demand. They are the eyes of a true king; they demand absolute obedience and nothing less.
"How did you like my little trick?" the youth speaks first leaning back in his chair with a smile. The hunter sighs and shakes his head with a smirk. "It was truly a nice twist for the fight," the hunter pauses rubbing his chin slightly as if to ease an old ache "How did you pull it off?"
The youths eyes remain cold but takes in the small action. "Hacked into a secret Russian orbital Cannon about 2 years ago. I winged the rest." The hunter nods his head as if finally putting together all the pieces. He laughs shaking his head. This goes on for a minute before calms down enough to wipe a tear from his eye. "You baited me for 2 whole years and I never noticed." he smiles finally cutting off the killing intent he has been letting off since he appeared before in the room.
The youth takes this moment to cut his killing intent off too. He gets out the chair and start walking on the table. "You know," he takes one long stride after another producing a casual looking walk with no opening in it "before you came they tried to say I was crazy. No one understood me. They struggled to do the simplest things. They said my problem was that everything was too easy for me. Be it academics or sports. Shit I could even fight adults with years of training when I just 7." The youth stops a few feet in front of the hunter, sitting down while crossing his legs. He props his head up on his arm before he continues " I had so much fun with you in charge."
The hunter bursts out in laughter, knowing the youth had touched a subject he dealt with his age. " Than they tried to make you into a monster that's dependent on them" the hunter looks at the youth with a brotherly smile "for me it was my son, what was it for you?" The youth returns the smile with the same brotherly affection saying "My gender." They both laugh as the room that was once overwhelmed with killing intent reaches an unparalleled understanding of one's enemy.