Facing the Past

Sekani turned to look where the clapping came from, with their contact lenses they could see the man but it was his silhouette as he was far into the shadows.

Nikolai felt an invisible icy cold hand reach from inside, from within the deepest parts of himself. Yanking his insides in any and every direction, making him sick.

"Father..." His voice didn't show any hints about how he felt, instead everything he felt over the years towards his father was carried out by that single word.

Nikolai wouldn't have mistaken him for anyone. Even though it was a silhouette, that was a silhouette that haunted his sleepless nights. He knew his father's footsteps, he knew his voice, his smell, so this was nothing for him.

Arnold stood at the hall, arms folded. He was a big man, not the kind of big that was just big for show, he could fight, Nikolai knew this well. Part of the reason why he never made a move until now.