. why should we?

The door swung open and a man in similar clothing to everyone else but the air around him was thick with importance and pride.

"So you're one of those people who were found almost dead at our front gates," he says, his voice deep and dominating.

"Yes I am, I'm incredibly sorry for any trouble myself and my friends have caused for you," I stand up and apologise to him, he just nods curtly.

"I'm Aiato, chief of this village. Now please, tell me why you and your friends are here?" he introduced himself to me and took a seat from the back wall and pulled it to the centre of the room and sat down, crossing one leg over the other.

"My name is JJ, my friends are Zeke and Tim. We are here because we were sent to improve our control over our powers. This is because L. I. A. R.. has learned something, they're getting stronger and its becoming a threat between the superna- no- the gifted and the none gifted. A war could break out and they will come for you guys as soon as they decide to," I tell him, he tuts as me.

"And why should we help you?"

"Did you not listen? They will come for you!" I took a step forward and raised my voice in anger.

"Even so, why should we help you?"

"Because--well I don't know. I've only just been introduced into this area of life. Until recently I have always been just a none gifted person who feared the gifted because I was told to," I caved in and staggered back into the chair I was sat in, resting my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees.

"I see, tell me more," he looked at me with eyes filled with interest.

"What do you mean?" I looked over at him, he smiled and knocked his head to the side and rested it on the heel of his hand.

"Tell me about you, your life and everything that has happened," he says with interest in his eyes and a strange grin plastered across his face. He wasn't acting like a chief, more like a teenager who has been allowed to interrogate a criminal for the first time.

"Why should I?" I asked him, turning the tables of interrogation against him.

"Because we need to know who we'll be helping, if we choose to do so," he fired back, as if he was expecting my question. It was like we were playing a game of Russian roulette, each empty shot was a question and the bullet was the answer, but to whom it should be released on, I wouldn't know.