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2 - There'll never see them - ; Part One
Christian Airman changed often work. During his high school years was used in a pet shop, in a video store, a bookstore, and his parents held us who were independent. Since he graduated and moved to the metropolis, he had no choice in her condition, she could not afford to study continuously, pay college tuition. It was already so much being able to keep a job.
Airman Christian was an experiment, not by his choice. Meant to be in possession of paranormal powers: in his case, visions of the future that are hindered by the reality of everyday life such as hallucinations. Often, they were images of dramatic situations, dangerous. As if they were induced to dall'esplodere emotions too strong to be contained. His parents knew, but no one else could tell them apart, the rest was only the figure of the nerd, even disturbed. More than once he had been fired for having combined a mess because of his premonitions.
The problem was that, apart from the power to foresee the future, to another without any control on his part, had no other gift. Indeed: Christian was below average for his age. To be a male had the physical strength of a sick chick. He had never been good at sports, or agile, or fast running. As he had not yet been arrested was a mystery. Not was able to save anyone short, nor to be a hero.
Yet there he was forced to curse those who had strange powers. He had no allies who understand and support it, had not yet found a way to exploit his psychic powers that prove to be more constructive than just do everything myself and often go mad.
was not even a gift, but a tare. Christian's paternal grandfather was not human, he could do whatever he wanted, denying that branch of the family, but a quarter of his blood was supernatural. And if, unlikely assumptions, the boy had One day into the world of children, sent to the Tara for generations, until it was dissolved.
Working in the big city had proved more difficult than expected - increased the risk of major incidents, and the fire near the Silk Palace it was a test - but for now at least had managed to keep the workplace. His last hallucination had occurred shortly after removing from his turn. Had gone well.
He took a couple of orders at a table where a boy and a girl sitting on the same side, clung to each other and smiled. She was a good friend of Christian, Margaret, a sweet, cheerful, a bit 'dizzy. In the seven years that we knew, had never understood the reason for the strange behavior of Christian. It was the only one of his friends he had left: in fact she had moved a few months ago, in his case to follow her boyfriend, Rick, two years older and now sitting next to her. Over time he became good friends with Christian, worked in a transport company.
"Are you sure that you can not sit a bit 'with us? At this time there is a lot of people in the room " she said, turning to Christian.
"Perhaps it is not the case, Maggie ..." he said in a whisper, almost in an apologetic tone to it.
But the boy's shoulders rose the voice of Michelle, the woman who ran the diner: "Sit down with your friends too quiet, I can handle the situation. If I need to call you. "
Christian nodded, surprised, given that Michelle was a woman of temperament gruff and stern. He had about sixty years: it was not bad, but quite demanding. If you said there was no problem, it was probably true. Was not doing a particular kindness.
With a sigh of relief, Christian sat in front of Rick and Maggie. They were a lovely couple: she had a face soap and water, and a brown bob just left the salon. He looked friendly and nice, and totally shaved skull. He had a small tattoo on one side of the neck, hardly to be seen.
"I feel comfortable here?" She asked, smiling.
Christian looked into her eyes and said: "For now good. More than enough to pay my rent. "
"You have made friends with someone?" But urged the girl, with a mischievous smile.
uncomfortable, eloquent Christian glanced around: apart from Michelle, his colleagues were all middle-aged high school girls.
"You should go to some other environment, expand a bit 'your horizons began to freewheel Maggie:" Attending a few local. We are in town on purpose, no? You miss a lot of fun evening. "
Christian the evening he came home completely exhausted, but it was hard to explain to her. When he spoke he felt the relief and with a strange feeling to be reflected in a distorting filter. Sure, he had real difficulties relational knew, but was not only to the problem ...
not heard the answer, the girl clapped a hand on the table, smiling and impassioned: "We are no longer in high school, Christian. It is time out of your holster, and that could do as your all. "
" I know, "he said almost guilty, "Is not that ..."
"You're afraid," she ruled, picking up the situation: "And you understand, but it denies you fall in love, to live many nice things. It's not fair that you punish. You know Rick, "she began, turning to her boyfriend:" Christian has spent all the years of school to devour a TV show after another, and promptly takes a crush on one of the male protagonists. Obviously did not say to anybody, but you could read it in the face "turned back to Christian, who considered the volume of the voice that Maggie was holding, was beginning to feel fairly uncomfortable: "I do not think you can continue to live in virtuality ... If only you wanted to, you could be a real boy! You have the right to realize your dreams like everyone else. "
" Shh ... "silenced her Christian, totally embarrassed. This was easy, you ... But it was not true that Christian was afraid.
No.
was completely terrified.
And it was annoying to hear bounce in the face.
Rick smiled and almost trying to apologize to his girlfriend's voice, and he began: "In spite of his ways a bit 'questionable, Maggie is right. You should get out a bit 'more. In this respect, forgive me, but I have arranged a blind date. Why I'm here. "
Maggie's boyfriend was usually placed a kind and mature, with its sweetness. For this reason Christian was speechless. If that speech had come from Maggie, probably would have become bloody and would have accused and condemned to hide your embarrassment. But now it was simply thrilled. Why you put him? Why was not like any straight man of sound mind, and he sat on the sidelines? If he thought it should intervene in the emotional life of Christian had to be really at the stage end.
"What ...?"
"Give me a chance: I spoke to you a colleague and I proposed to him the thing. It is more than happy to meet a nice guy like you. In my opinion there is what you want at the moment: is that a lot of fun, running for local. It might bring. His name is Cooper and I think you would do very well when someone like him. I agree with Maggie that you should have some fun '. "
" Ah ... "could only mean Christian. Anyone could have replied to Rick's mind his own business, but Christian was kind of mind and the other was a nice person, so it was very difficult to take it openly. Inwardly, however, the boy was a river in flood: the very idea of a blind date's throat dried up.
"Do not do that, Christian! "Maggie interjected with passion:" No one said you have to marry him, or even that you should be nice. You just know . Do not hide behind the usual excuses. "
" And when would it be? "Said Christian, looking to be collaborative. Maybe now Rick told him to bring him a day, which would have been even more painful.
But the shaven boy said with a quiet smile: "Tonight, at nine. We met in front of the obelisk, "a sip 'of his coffee, then added as a postscript: "If you is fine ..."
"How ... How's that?" uttered Christian, unable impedirselo: "You've already made an agreement with him, and I up to five minutes ago I did not even have an appointment? "
Meanwhile Maggie laughed in his sleeve, he adored his coolness with which Rick could say anything. If she had dared to propose such a thing a Christian, he would surely have triggered World War III. Instead, Rick, as nothing could in some way to keep it at bay.
"Come, Christian," she purred, leaning forward on the table: "From this possibility. From us, beat it yourself. The principles of story telling, if they exist, are outside the castle. Not meet some nice people where you're just standing still. "
" I met some nice men, but "he let out in an attempt to defend his pride. He achieved the desired effect, but not liked, because Maggie stretched out her ears.
"Listen Hear "she said seriously:" So you are also able to flirt with someone! "
" I did not say this, "he said, blushing again, and lowered his voice:" I only said that of handsome men I see myself. "
" Men like you, you mean? "she insisted.
"Um ... I have no idea," he whispered, "Belli were beautiful, all ..."
"Come on, says "she squealed, leaning his face on his hands.
Now Christian was trapped. How do you explain the matter of the Silk Palace in May? He wanted to skirt the issue, but with those four affected eyes focused on him was difficult.
"Two days ago," surrendered "I went to a concert on the sly. The group's name ... "knew to lie in part, but if it was not the case, did not want to give too much information:" Gunfire Wings. They played in a room near here. For a number of occasions have had the good fortune to enter without paying admission. Only that a security officer I sgam. I must not be his was very nice. "
" When you talk about handsome men you refer to him? "Said Maggie, recording a pause too long Christian, who was lost in thoughts distracted.
He winced, and his face was painted again with shame: "I was impressed because he was very young. And ... uh ... It was too good to be a policeman. He was not aggressive, but had an attitude ... very hard. Aroused a lot of fear. "
"U-uh ... The charm of the currency," said Maggie with an insinuating smile, "You got a crush on a cop, then?"
The question was so unexpected that Christian felt the palpitations in the chest rise and wondered what to take. Only now he realized that as soon as Maggie had spoken of "principles of fairy tales, for some reason had now occurred to the man in uniform. William. William Winter. It seemed, indeed, in all respects, a prince. A tanned prince with eyes of heaven. So perfect that you could hear a Christian puppet of biscuit, next to him. Just about to break.
And to say that had not been very kind to him, nor comprehensive. But then, it was Christian's fault. Winter had only done his job. William Winter, with the initial double as attractive and ethereal. Yes, it was the type to which as a Christian was fantasizing for months. It was as unblemished heroes of which he was a child, as Maggie had said, fell in love with her.
"It's not a crush," said Christian, however, trying to sound cool: "As soon as I know."
"How did it go?" Maggie asked with a hint of disappointment.
"I had to run away because I did not stop. I entered the first door I found, and ... "He paused
. Only then came back to mind with precision Tyler. The solar musician who had invited him to enter the dressing room, who had spoken to him as an old friend. The tension he felt the Christian memory of that day suddenly broke into a smile. The only thing I was happy, in his life recently, Tyler was that he saved. Or so he liked to think. The scaffolding was collapsing on me and Christian had a hair swept away.
"E..?"
"And no, I met another nice guy," Chris smiled, this time participating in the game: "One of those who played in the group. Basically I went into a dressing room and there I found him there. He was very polite ... I drove, in fact. Without knowing it helped me. "
" Oh " Maggie said with eyes that shone: "And how?"
He thought and said: "His name is Tyler. The surname I do not know. It seems like a great ... If you look at it, you wonder which one with that look and that aspect has not yet broken through in the music world. I think it's also pretty good, even if I do not mean "the music of Wings was Gunfire rang out in the minds of Christian, and printed in focus, even before you really feel:" It seems strange to have the talent to warm the heart, while talking to you. I would really like to know a person like that. "
Strangely, speaking of Christian he did not feel any compunction to be honest. Maggie looked carefully relaxed smile that, unwittingly, he had painted on the face of his friend and said, "You are fickle. It promises to slap a triangle. "
" Macchi triangle "Christian laughed nervously driving out the idea with a wave of his hand:" We barely know, and probably I will see them again. I do not know if it would ever be interested in me. Well, to tell the truth to the kids like Tyler, but ... "
the only pronounce that sentence, Maggie sat up antennas, "the musician told you that he likes men? But why have not you tried? Why do we talk and you do not even a shred of phone number? Have you made up his mind not to see them again before you try a minimum, tell the truth ... "
" The situation is more complicated ... "conveyed Christian not knowing how curb the situation.
Fu Rick to stop them, however, handing him a note: "Almost forgot: here is the phone number of Cooper. Give him a chance, okay? I say this for your own good, rather than his. "
Christian picked it up, not knowing what to do or say. Finally he gave up and put it in your wallet, almost without realizing that in this way had virtually guaranteed his presence in front of the obelisk that evening at nine.
At that moment the doorbell rang, a sign that someone had entered the diner. Many eyes got up shocked at the sight a girl with blond braids, from clothes firmly on dark-lolita. Her skin seemed made of fine china, and walked as if gravity did not exist for her, as if he were on the moon instead of a local of the American West.
He walked like a dragonfly sent to the owner, and the voice of a singer asked, "Where can I find Christian Airman?"
Michelle had a look full of disapproval, but he gave it , the newcomer, who was still a guest of its cafeteria, on the contrary it was all for Christian, in a nanosecond as if it had decreed that he was solely responsible for this strange situation.
The girl raised her hand by the strange behavior where there was an envelope and said, "I have to give him a letter from her grandfather. It is urgent. "
Before the blonde did miss a few words too, before anyone noticed his orange irises, Christian pulled up abruptly and said, agitated," I'm here. "
She turned, studying it curiously, then reached hand to him and he repeated the exact same tone: "I have to deliver a letter from your grandfather Anemos. It is urgent. "
" Follow me out, "he murmured almost pleading. Then he glanced at a spelling Michelle "Have patience." But it was by no means certain that the woman should have her.
He had not bothered to explain anything to Maggie and Rick. He prayed only that they remain where they were seated, while he went out with the dark-lolita.
"Who are you?" Said Christian when he was certain to be out of earshot.
"tril," she said, moving his lips lacquered rose into a smile.
"tril, my grandfather know that I should look at work or in public roads?" He said in embarrassment syncopation.
"He said he no longer responds to the messages you send. He said that once you were so obedient, but now you do pray. He said he just had to send me, who wants to see you, "she said as a child.
"But I can not make me seen with spirits or fairies ... or like you, or whatever you are! I do not live in your world, I am a normal person. A normal human being. "
" He said he did not go to see him when I called she said, as not understanding the problem: "And therefore had no choice."
He snorted, trying to reason: "And when I see it?"
"Now."
"Now?" he burst out: "But I'm working!"
"You have twenty minutes at most," said tril becoming serious, then turned on his heels and walked away without adding anything.
Christian looked at the envelope, sealed with wax. He had to invent an excuse quick.
Finally he said to Michelle that her grandfather had misheard, and if you could please run the hospital. At the time, Christian was so nervous about the situation at all pleasant or desired by him, which did not bother to be superstitious health the grandfather was seen as urgent, the well was.
Michelle looked at him sideways, clearly not trusting at all - Christian and was a lousy liar - but eventually gave his consent. Maggie and Rick even in their own way, he looked dazed, but had the good heart of not asking for anything. Perhaps, from their point of view, it was touch. Although Maggie had to find some strange idea that the Christian accorresse walk to the hospital by his grandfather, as far as I knew her, it did not live in the city.
But it was not the time to respond questions. The boy had briefly greeted and walked out, heading towards the first shopping center and the first public bath. When he was alone and safe in one of the compartments, he opened the envelope with a snort.
That kind of envelopes were normal. There were no messages in it, but only a blank sheet of paper, soaked in a liquid and scented with rosemary. Just confused the senses through smell, and you did not even have time to realize that nothing of a second after you were in another world.
Christian Now, as planned, was inside the gloomy building where his grandfather lived. An ancient castle, practically released by an illustration of fairy tales gothic, no one could see and yet found on Earth like any gas station, shop like a normal newspaper. It was a long time since he returned there in front of the door of that office, where his grandfather Anemos worked every day, but when he thought not to have never left.
collapsed to sit in the waiting room shooting. There were only three other people in the room, a petite girl like china, which seemed to copy tril but with short hair and green, which served tea. A strange being lower than a meter that seemed a large purple anthropomorphic pig, which at that time looked forward to a clock onion pulled out of a stylish vest. And a woman sitting just in front of about thirty, dressed as you would expect from a gypsy who reads the papers. Even had even a glass ball in his hands, which distracted the lines traced with the fingers of his right hand. Do not take his eyes off a Christian, so he warned him on the skin are almost uncomfortable. He hoped that his turn came soon.
"You are the grandson of Anemos, right? It is a pleasure to see you, "said the woman, who really look a charlatan straight out of a tent.
He nodded his head, trying to be more educated but can not answer. He glanced at the closed door, where stands a golden plaque that reads: ANEMOS. Vigilante Land-Air, the statement that according to the Christian experience is not meant virtually nothing.
But the woman did not give up, "I see many things in your purpose in my sphere. Upcoming events. You have started something. "
Christian knew that the crystal ball was not used to anything.
She took a deep voice, not losing the cheeky smile: "I see three people soon will be very important for you. They will also be good allies. "
" I also like to see this kind of future, and not only accidents and disasters, "he said caustically.
"... but you'll find yourself having to make a choice. You seem very difficult, "she went on, with a sigh.
"I'm not going to pay, if that's what he thinks. I did not asked for anything, "he said, too nervous.
But she had not yet finished: "But fear not, you will also be of help to them."
"But she is listening?" He snapped, trying to keep the calm voice.
"Usually people are happy, when I talk to them about their soul mate and stuff like that," she said, relaxing and almost changing voice.
He stiffened in his chair: "What got to do a soul mate?"
"What else do you think you were talking about? Love is all, is not it? "She said, stretching:" My clients do not ask me more. "
" listening, not that I care particularly, "he said resignedly: & ldquo , but she first spoke of their . Not a single person. "
She smiled slyly," And in fact I told you that you have to choose. "
He blushed, lowering his eyes on the floor. Then, swallowing, cowardly whispered: "So you're talking about ... Hmm ..."
"The three men?" she asked, eyes widening curious.
He pulled up her head, purple and deeply hopeful: "He saw that too?"
The woman blinked, "No, but it does not take supernatural powers to understand that this is ; that you sorely needed. "
Seeing almost offended, she began to laugh in a musical way. Christian felt with dignity in their shoes, he probably would have talked more, hunting in the streets if possible worse, but just then the little green-haired fairy called it "Christian, right? Mr. Anemos says he can see you now! "
While the gypsy was still laughing, and even with the embarrassment that tinged her face, Christian got up and made some hand put hand to the doorknob. When he was in, without even saying goodbye, without even looking at his grandfather's face, said to break the ice:
"Who is that girl dressed as a weird guy? It seems out of the worst of the cards. "
The man at the desk looked up, and half-smiled under the long gray mustache, and stamped cards after giving him a quick glance:" It's Myriam . She is like you, his grandmother is a dear friend. It can read the future too. "
" I would not use the expression she "Christian said with weary calm, taking a chair in front of the desk and collapse above:" You do not faint in the middle the crowd, does not wake up at night screaming so loud as to frighten the neighbors, do not lose their jobs because of the species has occasional seizures, shall not run at every corner to try to prevent accidents without being believed by anyone. She sees the future when he wants. It also fails to make a buck, because people love to hear what kind of weather. "
" It is true, is very good with relationships "he nodded:" But apart from the links can not predict anything. But you have one of those gifts that you can be of benefit to humans. And if you strive, might be able to control it better. "
" Why did you call me here? "Said Christian, and his tone took on a darker connotation of sad child.
Man suspended what he was doing and laced his fingers on the desk. He had long hair and thick eyebrows, but his face did not seem as old as it should: "For months you do not hear anymore. From me. Since you moved. "
Guilty, Christian tried to be firm on decisions taken many times before: "As you say, I'm trying to handle my problem. Because of the problem was. Unfortunately, over the years is getting worse. The visions come to me more often. I do not come here anymore because you are trying to convince me, like you always do, to be handled better. But no, not what I want. I will finally be left alone until you can. Have a normal life without spirits or fairies or chilling weather ... And for this I must cut this relationship I have with you. After all, it's as if there were. My parents are Arthur and Carol Porter. Your son is not never been anything in my life. So actually, you and I are not really related. "
Anemos made a long pause, did not betray any emotion, nor sorrow, nor anger, nor offended. Then he blinked and said only: "Even today you insist not to use their last name, though."
Those simple words hit on Christian living, and almost tried to apologize " If I had taken the surname Porter, in a sense I would have arbitrarily imposed a burden not to Arthur's. As a child, until I have so many problems, I can not weigh much on his shoulders. "
" why did you move? "said the other, there was a hint of understanding in his voice:" Listen . You should stop calling him 'problem'. Yours is a gift to the world of men even more than for the spirit world. Trust me. "
" You know I do not agree on this, "said Christian, trying to remain polite," I do not think I never will be. "
He loved to Anemos. But their relationship, the tightrope from one half-swallowed by a lack untenable, it was too difficult to pursue. Meant to accept the supernatural Christian life, and at the same time to recall that in his absence the past. What he wanted, the idea that above all reassured him, had run to a normal and ordinary life and let this side of existence behind it. It was just one quarter, a poor quarter of his blood, but the tugging like a runaway horse.
"How Caroline is, "asked the grandfather with a friendly smile, just to change the subject:" And Arthur? I hope I have not taken too bad, you're away. "
" It's just because you wanted to see me, I'm here? "Christian asked, calm and direct:" Either there is other? "
The man at the desk stiffened, but then decided to speak as quickly as possible, as if to remove his thought:" There is a group of spirits that is creating many problems in the east. Infest, steal, take advantage of human beings in various ways, and there's no way to repress them, for now. "
" Well? "Christian said almost in a whisper.
"It seems that Noel is one of the factors leading to this cell crazy."
Only now the voice of Christian went up in tone, as if someone had touched the key tune on the piano " So what? "
" So I wanted to warn you. Could happen in the end decide to move in big cities. Or there are chances that we pass through sensitive. "
" I see, "nodded the boy harshly:" I will try to ensure that it is not my problem. That's it? "
" For now, yes, "the man said, turning on his papers:" I also wanted to see if he was okay. And I did. "
Feeling dismissed, Christian pulled up his feet, but then he hesitated, suddenly in doubt: "Look, Grandpa, I'm sorry not to be more to come. You did not do anything. It's just that ... "
" I know, "he said only Anemos, including how it was always:" I know. But every now and see the facts, whatever you want. I have no ulterior motives in this regard, and I do not like not either pick you up in weight as it is today. "
Only now, Christian broke into a smile:" Where did you find those bright young girls who work for you ?
"I do, please" Anemos said with a slight familiarity: "Very diligent, but difficult to manage."
In a way, Christian would never be used to this madness. A book of fairy tales from this nonsense matters disguised as normal, only a select few in him and his condition was allowed to see. He still had with him the envelope and opened it a second time.
was in the mall Sunny Field, exactly where it was before the move. Breath: pure, simple normality. Shops, clubs, restaurants. Almost felt like the emergence in the chest to show up at as soon as possible to its very normal blind date.
Well, do not exaggerate. The thought was still a Christian literally get goose bumps. And there were no fairies or spirits that could destabilize the most.
emerged from the bathroom, decided to leave the shopping center needed a breath of fresh air. Perhaps he would be back at the diner, telling a story about a false alarm at that time really wanted to work as much as possible. It was the best way to find your size and not think about anything else, all that he could not manage.
meanwhile walked in the opposite direction to the local, deciding what to do. He liked that avenue and bright day, and if only it had been more cunning took advantage of the situation to enjoy the free afternoon. But he knew that he would not.
He was about to turn back, but only a gesture to a close all too familiar across the oblique head, turning off the view for a moment.
"Oh, no," she whispered, hoping that, as sometimes happened, it was a false alarm. He tried to concentrate, to control what he saw, to reject the automatisms of his psyche, but it was still capable. He felt the blood drain from her face, and the light did not return. He lost his perception of the body, and was totally absorbed in his vision and had too many together, overlapped with neither prevail over the others. A man pointed a gun at his head, a girl's mouth was filled with food, to feel ill, a woman cried with a pain-de-sac, a guy in a bar fell to the ground for too much alcohol, his head throbbed and that seemed to leave the body. Christian in a moment he could hear everything: tears, headache, the bullet that shattered his skull, the vomit rising in my throat. And not even a name, not a figure that would allow him to rescue those people. How many times had happened.
Someone slapped him lightly in the face. Christian noticed to be sitting against the wall. He opened his eyes, and a lady looked at him apprehensively along with other four or five people.
"Boy, are you okay?" Said the female voice, a mother worried, "You're pale as a corpse!"
with confused ideas, Christian noticed someone in the background saying to someone else: "Go and seek help." Footsteps. Each voice was still so separate from everything else, much more than the voices of his tragic vision.
He forced himself, with an enormous effort of will, to try to stand up. It had a lever on the wall that was leaning, and closed his eyes focus better. When he opened them, were turned down.
There was the lady with the suit before him. Christian looked up and met the eyes of a face just as surprised. With a start in that beautiful man's face the boy instantly recognized the character of the agent Winter, and as if that name had triggered an automatic reaction, he felt blood run cold.
imperceptible, the surprise depicted on the face of the agent is erased to make way for a new veil, impenetrable seriousness: "You feel bad, boy?"
That surprises Christian tone, still not very polished. For a moment he thought that the man had not recognized. Yet, surprisingly, that expression had read for a second ...
The lady with the suit went to the police apprehensive and said: "You fainted in the street, Officer. It took two minutes for him to return to good sense. Perhaps it is best to get him to hospital. "
only now that Christian took his rescuers were called to the man. Probably the first representative of the police who had found around.
"I'll" dry Winter said: "Do not worry. Now leave him a bit 'of space. "
On the face of Christian was still embedded sweat cold. He did not have to look good. He felt the light touch of the policeman on his arm, and asked him: "You need the hospital?"
"Er" for some reason, Christian man, always ended with stuttering or sputter; but in his physical or mental condition of the moment, it was quite inevitable, "No ... Only a low blood sugar."
"Can you walk?" asked the man with zeal, while passers-by Christian Aid had begun to displaced. Him, but could not stop looking blue eyes hypnotically Winter, nodded obediently.
"Then come with me" said the man in uniform.
"Really ..."
"Come with me, I said" Winter repeated with little more firmly.
Peacefully, still unsteady on his legs, Christian resolved to walk, escorted by the agent process just to his left. He wondered by what strange chance, between all the people in that city who could help him, he just had happened.
"You're a real cop?" Christian asked, almost hearing the outside, almost without realizing it. Perhaps the silence was too heavy. He feared at any moment that the agent could bring to the table their last meeting, at which point the boy did not know how to get out. She hoped fervently that spared him the sky.
But, unexpectedly, Winter pretended not to hear any questions. He stopped only when he came the vending machine that was next to a shop. He tried something in their pockets.
Christian did not understand his intentions for a few seconds, but he stayed good and with his tail between his legs, anxious that the man say something. Whatever. Then he saw Winter absently counting some coins in the palm of your hand. Christian stared at him so hard that the man came to look up, and how to give explanations did, in a voice almost listless, "You said you had a low blood sugar."
Only now including Christian, and hastened to say: "Wait, I do!"
But extending the arm, Winter put the coins in the vending machine in one motion and chose a fruit juice. He bent to pick it up and offered it to the boy.
Stunned, Christian took it mechanically, totally forgetting to thank. For some reason, felt a tension in the air at all encouraging.
the end, without any change in tone, Winter said: "I did not think to see you again so soon. Let alone to find you lying unconscious in the street. "
That's the point. Christian felt through by a rush of adrenaline, and his eyes expressed a visible fear. He remained silent, hoping that the man was to continue.
string just your eyes, Christian Winter looked with extreme suspicion, and then his voice was changed, becoming slightly hostile: "It was interesting. Someone screams in the face that the Silk Palace will be a fire as an excuse to get inside, and half an hour after a fire really. "
Not knowing how to hold that look inquisitive, Christian dropped eyes. My heart was pounding with fear. Maybe it was really in trouble, and did not know how to hunt out.
The agent continued to look down with a barely perceptible anger: "No wonder. If a fire breaks out and only a few minutes before someone, especially out of my head, sing praises to your fire, police is not difficult to put two and two. The problem here is that instead there were doubts about the identity of the person responsible immediately. Apart from the fact that he lost his life, this case is smoother yarn oil. You tell me that I should think, "asked to treason.
"How ...?" Christian exhaled, feeling now emptied of all energy from any justification.
"You tell me what should I do now?" Repeated Winter, and mixed with extreme severity, there was a hand of sincere personal frustration and confusion: "I should arrest you? Maybe I should. Perhaps you deserve it. But who could give me credit in the police? "
" I did not do anything! " Christian said exasperated, seeing no more way out. It was not the first time that his problem exposed him to risk being arrested. The despair that had just exploded from the throat was not addressed to the agent, but to himself. He was sick of all those troubles go every time he tried to help someone. It was too difficult.
Oddly, Winter's not angry anymore, but rather, seemed to want to control, indicating the juice with a movement of the head and said, "You should drink it."
Almost obeying a order, Christian nodded sadly and unscrewed the cap.
Agent Winter said the contours of the brown eyes of Christian, which remained low. He could see only her eyes, but it was enough to observe the degradation that marked the boy now. Bringing out a question from the day of the fire remained suspended in midair, the agent asked now, trying to mask the nuance of understanding that could perhaps have uscirgli: "What is your name?"
As an obedient dog and killed, the boy replied: "Christian."
Winter's voice became harder as he fell to succeed in his eyes.
"You have drug problems, Christian?"
that question the boy startled visibly, and looked like a man hoping that he was making fun of.
"How?"
With no discount, the other said dryly: "It is absolutely normal for a boy your age like that faint in the middle of a road. He did not look a low blood sugar, are not so stupid. "
In tone, in the words of the agent there was no hint of concern, or familiarity. Only a simple and direct condemnation. Chris felt his eyes stinging with tears that were emerging.
looked at the man again, his skin from the sun dipped, the high profile of the body. He had long hair just enough to keep them in place with a rubber band, that day, a short tail. And Christian is asked why a man so beautiful at all costs wanted to prove so unbearable.
"I do not do drugs" conveyed Christian plan.
"I have some doubt about it," Sharp said Winter, "Now, if you allow, I would still avoid meeting in suspicious situations, Christian. I think I had enough for this life. I will pass over the face of the Silk Palace, with great effort, but if you repeat ... This time I will explain. "
Humiliated, Christian would not say anything. It was useless: Winter could not understand. We merely observe, and eventually distracted.
"You ..." could not help but wonder at the end, turned to the policeman: "You're right, Agent Winter? I mean, no one was hurt? At the Silk Palace. "
In a sense, Christian felt even more stupid to ask that question, and knew that he could even appear hypocritical. But failed to your impedirselo.
Surprised, Winter's blue eyes widened, "No. Not even a scratch. I thought it was way worse you. Anyway ... "she hesitated," Christian, I'm Will. I mean, "he paused again, in an attempt not to seem too friendly or being misunderstood:" Anyone who calls me well, hardly anyone turns to me by last name. I do not think you have many years younger than me, so ... And then I often patrol in the area of the city. "
" Oh, "said Christian surprise is hidden behind the fruit juice heartedly pretending to sip . Sought to investigate whether the tone of his party was quiet, patronizing, hostile, but not was no evidence to help her. As far as I understood him, the policeman was putting on his level, or just the opposite. It was mere formality in which to hide a sincere aversion.
It looked like much more trouble to his tone when Will sighed wearily and said: "Where do you live? Need me take you home? "
Christian trembled imperceptibly, and hastened to say:" No, no ... I'm fine now. "
" Sure? "
"Um ... I've already held too," said Christian, while the discomfort grew. Will the agent was more close than a pile of bones he felt rather stupid.
Only now, for the first time, the agent smiled, but it was a smile half-heartedly without any real joy, a smile acid and intimidating: "I do not think I'm still here only to provide a juice fruit and you recover the sugars. If I wasted so much time with you, because you know that I went down the thing as last time. You got it. Know that you keep an eye on. "
Slowly the bitter smile had disappeared to give way to the usual charismatic earnestness. Will all that said, though without any pride, it sounded like an order that you could not refuse.
In fact, the cop was in his way a lot of uncertainty in that situation unexpected in unexpected encounter. He saw the expression of Christian - he knew now that his name was inextricably stuck to his person - be darker to his every word. But did not react. Everything about him screamed guilt, and his conduct was objectively between the suspect and the irrational, and yet ... the eyes of Christian were empty of all lies. It was something difficult to decipher, and Will put on edge.
Christian took his leave with a melancholy gesture of his head, unable to say anything. While going on until just before turning for home, still felt those eyes inquisitors and judges press on his back. Just perfect. Now there were also those who were convinced that he was an addict.
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