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Chapter 3
The migraine had returned, far greater than it was previously. I clutched the top of my head, shutting my eyes momentarily as I waited for the metro. I quickly popped an aspirin in my mouth, wondering when this hell would be over.
I looked up, trying to distract myself from the pain. My eyes were distracted by a man, wearing a dark suit. Standing like you would in a funeral. His eyes were fixated on something but suddenly looked up as if he felt my gaze. He turned his head around for a moment before resuming his 'grieving' position. He looked familiar.
My eyes widened, when I realised who this was.
"Wolfgang?" I mumbled and he looked up, straight at me. I took a sharp intake of breath, the second our eyes connected - I felt like I had been transported, my eyes couldn't leave his. It felt natural, true. I felt like I was looking into a mirror. Another part of my soul. I was suddenly in another place, a funeral. This was definitely Europe but not France. I could hear the chirping of birds. The wind ruffled my hair, but I could still feel the heat from the station. I could feel myself standing there, before a grave. But before I could say anything or do anything, the train decided to pull up at that moment, making me lose my concentration and my connection, you could say. I was back.
I ran a hand through my hair and got on the train quickly, sighing slightly. I was never going to get used to this, was I? But it was so, surreal. Seeing him in person, I knew everything about him. I could tell you his favourite colour to why he killed his father but actually seeing him, it made all this - being a connector, feel so real. This wasn't a dream, this was actually happening. That was kind of scary.
Before I knew it I was in my office again, but my mind was still attached to the fact that I was a connector. It was, surreal. But I had to figure out a way to make it fun, I mean - I could be at two places at once. Who gets the chance to do that?
The door swung open and Annie walked in, "Hello - oh I, forgot to knock. Should I go back and do it again?" She said tuning back and glancing at the door, unsure of what to do.
I laughed at how serious she looked, "No, it's fine. What is it Annie?" I said, putting my pen down and giving her my full attention.
She gave me a sheepish look, "it's Tuesday, you're supposed to be visiting your brother at the hospital?" She said, looking at the calendar on the wall. "Did you forget?"
My eyes widened, "Oh my goodness, I completely forgot!" I said, jumping up and grabbing my purse. "Thank you!" I said and dashed out the door, as fast as I could with high heels on.
My mind was so concerned with Wolfgang and being a sensate, that I forgot what truly mattered in this world: my brother. Luckily, the law firm was only a few minutes away from the hospital. I glanced at my watch, I was twenty minutes late than I usually was. I hoped he wouldn't freak out about that, I was known for my punctuality.
I walked down the street and turned left where I was met with the huge park that would lead me straight to the hospital. I walked through the stone pathway but stopped when I saw someone standing in front of a grave, unzipping his pants and profoundly taking a piss on the floor. Now, I usually didn't care about these kind of things but this was a nice park and that was not appropriate.
"Hey!" I say, loudly as I stalked towards whoever this was. "Hey! what are you doing, you connard! This is a public place." I said, glaring at the person's back. He stopped what he was doing and straightened his back as he slowly turned to me, my jaw almost fell of my face when I realised who this was.
'It's you." He said, sounding surprised. "Again." his eyes scanned me, trying to see if he had met me before. I bit my lip, unsure of what to say or do. How could I tell him that we were actually both sensates and our meetings were not strange coincidences.
"Oh no," I muttered and suddenly, I found myself, no longer at a lush green park. But facing a grave. His father's grave to be precise, I could tell because his name was written. In German. I could somehow understand German, despite hardly knowing it. I walked over to Wolfgang and stared at the grave. Without prior warning, a sharp pain in the middle of my forehead appeared. A sharp pang, like a stab to the forehead by a dull knife.
An image appeared in my head. I was on the floor and I wasn't in my body. I was in a boy's body. A young one. I could smell cheap beer and could taste blood in my mouth. Standing above me was a large man, with a balding head and dangerous eyes. I felt a tingling feeling on my arm, my eyes glazed over to find a red bruise, recent too. I could hear my heartbeat in my ear drums. The man that stood above me, didn't look human and I had no idea what he was planning to do next but I knew this: he was angry and he wasn't finished.
I gasped. "What the hell?" I asked myself while kicking the dirt. I could still feel the pain in my arm and I instinctively touched my arm, letting my fingers trail over what could've been. What felt so real. How? Who?
Wolfgang. A voice almost whispered into my head. I didn't know why, but I trusted this voice. It made sense. This must've been him as a child - that would explain why he urinated on his grave.
"Rest in piece, you little shit." I said, glaring at the grave. Wolfgang looked up and flashed me an amused but also surprised half-smile, almost a smirk. "What? He was a terrible man." I responded, with ease.
His light green eyes sparkled with interest, but he still seemed to be wary of me. "You knew him?" he asked, his eyes planted on the grave. I wasn't sure if he recognized me or not, but I didn't really want to ask.
"Somewhat." I murmured. Truthfully, I knew nothing about him. I only knew what I 'felt' from his vibrations and what I felt was that he was a terribly violent human being who should've have existed in the first place.
His eyes were still locked on the grave. "Why are you following me?" He seemed to be examining me, closely. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, trying to decode me - figure out who I was and what my intentions were.
"I'm not following you at all. Believe me." I said, a small grin forming it's way onto my face. "How's your migraine?" I say, raising a brow at him cheekily.
He did not seem amused, but rather highly alert and concerned. I wasn't surprised; I would be too if I was a thief and safecracker. "Do me a favour and cut to it. What do you want from me?" he stuck his fingers into his pockets. His voice, which was slightly enticing but mostly terrifying. Sounded like it belonged to a person who was kind of - dead inside. I felt kind of bad that stalking was he thought of but then again, given the circumstances - it wasn't out of the ordinary for a person like him and I was sure that he got stalked on a daily basis.
I shook my head. "What do I want from you? Absolutely nothing at all. Now, let me ask you a question. How is it that I appeared out of nowhere?" I asked, crossing my arms and playfully tilting my head to the side.
"What?" He said, "What-" He spun his head around and finally looked into up and my eyes. Out of nowhere, his whole face changed. Like he recognized me; he just stood there for a moment. Unwavering, still. A look of pure shock on his face. "I know you, from somewhere." He said, his eyes darting across my face. "The train station," he muttered, an unreadable expression on his face. " You called my name. I heard you - I saw you, for a second. Who are you?" he sounded slightly exasperated
"Ah, unfortunately that's all the time I have today." I said and gave him a two finger salute. But that obviously did not satisfy him because he grabbed my arm and pulled me - I gasped at the sudden jerk.
"Why are you so familiar?"
"You'll find out soon enough." I said, a smile on my face. "See you later, Wolfie.' I said with a wink and then, I left. I didn't know how I did it but I was back at the park. I just, could. It was almost natural, a biological reaction that was waiting to happen. There were two things I knew right now. One, I was probably going to be seeing Wolfgang a lot more and Two: I was very late.
connard: jerk/asshole
