Chapter 2 – The serenade of a mad man
"What the hell is that meant to mean….?" She grumbled as she stormed pass to get back in from out of the sands as fast as she could. She couldn't stand the heat for too long it just drove her to sweat far too much and it ruined her hair. This apart from killing was the only thing Dominique really took a pleasure in doing, so swinging the door open and leaving it a jar she made her way into the kitchen and dropped off the bags of food and left them there for the time being heading back into what had became a small sitting area that was slightly littered with a chair or two a table radio and a few other various "homely" objects.
"Now now Hunny is that really the way to come a talk to you dashing man." Midvalley jeered giving one of his carefree smirks to her as he took up a seat and laid Sylvia and a duffle bag down on the floor. "I came just for the night so no need to be like that, you choose your own hell Patchy." "Do not call me that, Hornfreak." She hissed out leaning against a near by wall just staring at him with her useable eye. "Look just come eat sleep, do as you want but I am no one's slave and I did choose this just to shut E.G up, that pathetic waste of space has no right as one of us let alone being allowed to stay in the same area as any of us really guns."
Midvalleys let out a small stretch and sighed out of boredom from her ranting, and sauntered up past her and brushed her hair out of the way of her eye patch and ear, leaning in to whisper. "What ever you want Patch just don't let your temper get too heavy or else I would have to come calling if the out come of that anger went to my little Chaplin now." With that he kept walking and let out a small chuckle as he retired to his room and left Dominique with her skin crawling after his breath had pretty much stained her own skin and mind.
Late that evening she was out walking through the small patch of greenery that was local to the town. It was pleasant walking through here, it was quite too she had one little spot that was in the very corner of the whole area that she had stumbled on one night. It was a surrounded by trees and there was tiny little pond that had been over grown with crawler vines so you could only see parts of the water. It was almost as if the water was reflecting what you could see of the sky between all the branches.
Dominique liked it there it was there she could just sit back and relax with out having to worry who would be looking over her shoulder, what others were think as she done this and that. And she wasn't ever the victim of desperate eyes from leering old men or young little punks that just want to make themselves feel all masculine by taking some poor girl and telling her all the dirty thing she easy and throwing her about while she was roughly taken.
No it was just her, the dampened breeze from hitting most of the trees and the shimmering gaze of the two moons and star on the waters ripples. Taking of her coat an hat she dipped a few of her finger tips into the icy water, even though it was the dessert outside this little pocket the earth around here remained so cold, so fresh that it could have been what the whole of the old world looked like. Time seemed to stand still while she just sat there and thought for what it seemed it brought something of solace to her rather rushed, frantic, destructive life style. Dominique could forget that she was a killer, a so called monster. Her hellish past, the family she once had all of it just melted away till there just nothing but still water like the pond she grew so fond of.
Remembering she had company she thought it better then to not stay the whole night out in evergreen and made a slow track back to their home. The over all journey should of took about ten to fifteen minutes at most yet her feet seemed to drag just like time had before and it was nearly dawn by the time she had gotten back to the oh so beautiful sound of Midvalley's Saxophone playing.
Shutting the door and closing all four locks that were placed on the battered wood door, she hung her jacket up and tossed her hat to one corner and took a bottle label malt whiskey out of the cupboard and sat it on the counter and found a small glass and poured hefty amount of the brown glossy liquid out, and took it even swift drink of it all down in one. Letting out a single breath while the burn warmed her chilly exterior, her ears pricked up when the hovel became silent, had she gone deaf. If she had then she should be put out of her misery now like and old dog, which had become no use to any one.
However the sound of footsteps hitting against the creaking floor boards made it soon clear that she wasn't deaf Midvalley had just stopped playing. Turning the corner he was standing there looking out the back hallway window. "Broke her again have you, you know your a terrible man after all she is the only woman that would ever stay with you." Dominique cackled out, yet Midvalley just stood there gazing out to the blowing sands tha swept along the valley's. "You wouldn't understand….." He muttered storming back into his room and no sooner had the door shut then the blues music was being played that made the bare wall next to Dominique bleed its yellow sap out. Grasping her ears she marched her way back downstairs and thought about jumping out in to the storm and then she took a rain check and just left the music for the chink of ice with the cold taste of drink.