Okay, so there has been a little bit of time jumping in this story so far. I see chapter 2 as taking place some time in the middle ages. Which is actually a MAJOR trip in time for me.
But ANYWAY: Please enjoy this wonderful chapter that I have poured my heart and soul into. Feel free to print it out and then burn it to hurt my feelings or make me soulless. But shame on you if you do.
Enjoy.
It is Halloween.
Sam is alone, drinking in a bar that seems to be filled entirely with people in costumes that Sam knows look nothing like the real thing. A boy dressed as a ghost is simply wearing a sheet over his head. A girl in a mouse costume is wearing a leotard with a tail attached; mouse ears are fixed to her headband.
Neither of these people are what catches his eye and neither of these people spare him a second glance. He thought that having spent so long in Hell strangers would maybe pay him more attention but they do not. He is the interloper at a private party, they do not want him.
A girl sits in the corner, her white dress aglow from the light behind her. A pair of feathery angel wings are strapped onto her back and she is sipping a cup of lemonade using a pink curly straw. She is innocent. She looks up and sees him watching her, flashes him a smile and pushes her brown curls out of her face before looking away.
She is standing outside when Sam leaves, the cold wind making her dress fan out around her. He is a little drunk and she is looking up and down the empty street with an expression of confusion on her face.
"Are you lost?" he asks. She looks up at him and he realizes her eyes are blue-grey.
"A little," she laughs up at him, blushing slightly. "I'm not quite sure where to go. I haven't been here for about thirteen years and I'm not sure where the nearest motel is."
He nods. "I'm actually heading back to a motel myself. You could come with me if you wanted to." There is a moments silence and Sam realizes how forward he sounds. "I mean, to book a room. There are still some vacancies there." He says hurriedly. Thankfully she just laughs and nods, pushing her hair out of her face and introducing herself.
"I'm Ella."
"Sam." He replies.
They walk down the main road, soft pattering of rain starts, tiny droplets of water catching in their hair and on their faces. Fallen leaves blow around them as they walk.
"It's such a shame that they fall. Everyone of them always does." She says simply. He looks at her and finds her expression unreadable.
The streets are empty and the houses dark.
"How far do you think they go?" she asked after a while of silent walking. "The leaves I mean."
He shrugs. "Who knows? I guess it depends on how strong the wind is." He looks down to see her watching him intently. "Well they might just go into people's yards or get to the city." He looks again to find her nodding.
"Or just end up in the river and float away." She smiles sadly.
Again they go silent, only this time her hand slips into his tentatively.
They turn into what Sam assures her is the second last street until they get to the motel, her eyes widen as they pass an old church. The presbytery is next door and she points to it with her free hand.
"That's where we lived." The sign says Church of Our Lady in Heaven but Sam does not notice.
"Your dad's a pastor?" He questions.
"Yeah, something like that." She pauses, as though she's about to reveal something personal but Sam does not believe she will. She surprises him. "None of us, my brothers and I, I mean. None of us know where he is at the moment. C-could we stop her for a while?"
Sam nods in understanding and looks at the ground. Water is running down her from her hair and collecting in a small child sized handprint in the cement beneath her feet.
"My brother and I, we didn't know where our dad was. We looked everywhere, but," he shrugged, "we didn't find him. He found us. He's dead now."
"My brother is dead." Ella says and squeezes his hand. "I was trying to find him but he died. I have nothing. Everyone is gone. I failed."
"Are you always so insecure?" Sam asks bluntly and her face flushed with embarrassment. For a moment he is sure she will be upset but to his amazement she lets out a laugh that seems to ring through the empty streets and he was certain must have woken someone.
"Only when I drink," she assures him before laughing again. The feathers from her wings are beginning to fall from their places.
They make it to the motel and she thanks him. He smiles and nods.
When he goes to her door the next day she is gone.
Pretty much every part of this chapter I have taken from the song that I shamelessly stole the title for this story from. Sea Wolf are pretty much my gods.
I hope you enjoyed it. If you did? Tell me. If you didn't? Tell me. If you want me to write the next chapter while doing a handstand? Tell me.
