When the door swung open with a bang, Michael was sure he was dead.

He was half right.

He had been dragged down a colour less corridor, his arms held behind his back by an expression less soldier, who was followed by a younger soldier who actually appeared to be sorry for Michael.

He had then been pushed into a, surprisingly, colourful room.

The walls were a sea blue, the floor the colour of sand and the roof a sky blue.

It looked like he was under the sea.

A desk stood on the other side of the room with the chair turned away from Michael, like in a film.

As soon as he finished looking around he was shoved into a small wooden seat facing the desk.

He tried to stupidly get up only for soldier one, the expression less one, to shout for him to sit down.

He turned back to face the desk as the chair turned around to show one of the men Michael hated most in the world.

Viktor Maksim.

The devil who had led the Talons.

Modern day Hitler.

The person responsible for his parent's death and his sister's and friend's suffering.

Michael could only sit stunned.

One question in his mind, actually make that two.

Why was he here?

And why did he want Michael and his friends?

Sorry it's short, I've been busy lately but I will try and update as soon as I can.
Hope you're enjoying my story.
And thanks to everyone who has read it, commented and favourited. You guys are AWESOME.
Robyn out.