Hi guy's, I've FINALY updated and I know it has been far too long, I've had other work and I've been working on my own novels but here it is and I'm definitely going to carry some of these on. This one included. Remember I love reviews and constructive criticism. also, if you have any suggestions, put them in you'r reviews or pm me. Enjoy
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Remembering
Chapter 3
"The rain dripped lazily through the gaps in the sky. Drenching everything it could reach, including Valkyrie. Who was in other notes not impressed." I sprinted down the pathway as fast as I was capable. There had to be some wear to stop eventually, I didn't even know were I was. I watched couples by there cars, making a mad dash to get inside. Children trying to play outside before there parents ushered them to the house. Some of them even looked over at me with a kind a strange expression. Like a mix of sadness and shame, no a spark of something else. Could it be compassion? Maybe but I think I've forgotten what that looks like. Shrugging I kept going till I made it to a bus stop with a roof on it. This seemed pleasant, I almost had it until a bus pulled in. He looked over at me, he was old but hale with greying hair and green eyes. Slowly loosing there spark, tall but lean, obviously unmarried and only mortal. He wouldn't be hard to take down. Wait, take down? This wasn't a mission, I had no reason to fight him. Were did that even come from I wondered until he asked me to board. I stepped up and took in the empty bus. "Could you tell me were this bus is headed? .He spoke with a very pronounced English accent "Back to London, I came down here to Crawly this morning." I searched my pockets, nothing. He must have noticed my expression and scanned the empty bus behind him "Sweetheart, hop on, take the rest you look like you need and Ill wake you when we stop, okay? "o...kay, thanks" This was weird. What was he getting from this? Wondering if he knew he was helping someone who'd killed so frequently I sat a couple of rows back and removed the pack I'd grabbed in my hurried escape, rummaging through the content. Leaving no stone unturned, I found some files, some cash, go figure. A G.P.S the size of my hand, a note book and phone. I packed up and had the sleep I needed wile I had the time.
Everything was so dark, my legs ached and it felt like somebody had put a hole straight through my torso. I was walking through an interminable, narrow hallway. My head was really beginning to throb and my deplorable eye site made me stumble. Someone passed in a long white coat. Was I in a hospital? Why was it so...nefarious? The next thingI knew I was sitting In a chair in the middle of a large white room. "Oh, its a mental-hospital. That explains it" teased my subconscious but I had the creeping suspicion it wasn't. The room I was in had copious amounts of medical equipment in it. Everyone was looking at me like I was the main attraction at a carnival. It wasn't them I was concerned with though. It was the two men in the next room, having a muted conversation that caught my attention. I had a feeling they were making the decisions around here. I tried to listen to what they were saying but I couldn't make out the words, why was my hearing so lousy? They walked into the room but I couldn't see there faces. Everything kind of faded out. Like somebody stuck a needle into my arm even though I knew thats not what happened.
Before I could even think 'strange' I was standing in a similar room. Talking to a man I recognized called Terrance, he helped train me. This was a new kind of dark. My hole demeanor had changed. Then even that started growing indistinct. It wasn't as fuzzy but I had this vague premonition that both scenes were a long time apart from each other. Months? Maybe years? I couldn't
Surmise. It was a shot in the dark. Then I felt something cold touch my face, for a moment I felt slightly incognizant. That was until I opened my eyes and saw those familiar hale green eyes looking back.
The bus driver grinned. "were stopped." I thanked him and hopped off. Leaving a ten dollar note on his seat and saying a silent hello to London. The streets were loud and the weather was nicer, even at night. I think when I was younger, this is were I wanted to go.