Wesker
I watched as Miss Muller hugged her cousin. He blushed as he hugged her in return, before turning back to the piano. He sat down and played something I didn't know, more than likely an original composition, but nonetheless a beautiful song.
Again, applause could easily be heard. He must be the only good pianist in the whole country, judging by the way they're acting.
A few more songs were played, unrecognizable to my ears, until what I assumed would be the last song of the night. Almost unconsciously, I started 'singing' along to it.
"Ground Control to Major Tom,
Ground Control to Major Tom.
Take your protein pills
and put your helmet on.
Ground Control to Major Tom,
Commencing countdown,
engines on,
Check ignition
and may God's love be with you."
The piano let out an awful noise as he hit the wrong keys. Henry stopped and turned around, eyes wide and glaring. I could already hear the words coming off of his lips.
"What the hell?" he asked me, getting up.
Miss Muller instantly came over to her cousin, gripping his upper arm, but she was no use considering she was a half foot shorter than him.
He came over to me. "Why are you here?" he asked me, leaning over. Any normal person would cower back, possibly even piss their pants, but I remained calm. I looked him right in the eyes.
"I believe this is a public establishment, isn't it?"
A low sound emitted from him and it took me a moment to realize that he was growling. It was a true growl, not something to be ignored.
"Get out," he said as he dragged me up.
"You really should learn to be nicer to people," I told him, brushing myself off, but other than that, making no move.
"Get out!"
I loved seeing him riled up like this. I could see the rage building in him. I wanted him to smash something, to see the true beast in him erupt-because there surely was one. There was frustration and anger, yet he refused to show it.
"Henry, please calm down," Muller begged him.
Instead, he walked out. The slim waitress stood there, sniffling. A moment later, the owner came out.
"What the Hell is going on out here?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she muttered, going back to the table she'd been at.
It was hours later and the restaurant was closing up. I was still there, choosing being among other people versus being alone in my hotel room.
"I'm sorry for my cousin," Muller said to me as she came over, a worn coat over her clothing.
"It's fine. I've ticked off more than a few people in my lifetime," I told her. "Though none of them have acted quite like that."
She blushed heavily. "I don't know what's gotten into him lately."
"Is it possible it has something to do with his late parents?" I asked her.
She stopped, looking at me and frowning. "How do you know they're dead?"
"I asked."
"Oh. I mean, it might, though I'm not quite sure. They died when he was six months old," she explained to me.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's not your fault. Either way, he's been living with us...My parents are his parents, too, even if he calls them aunt and uncle."
"Hey, Muller, want me to walk you home?" a boy asked her as he came out of the kitchen.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "No, Alan, I don't. I'm capable of walking myself home."
I chuckled. "You sure know how to shoot a guy down," I told her.
She giggled. "He's been trying to get in my pants for the past year and a half," she explained to me.
"Ah, I see. I suppose I shouldn't try to escort you home either?" I asked her.
She looked up at me. "Really? Uh, I mean, sure, if you want, I guess."
I tried to smile at her, which I supposed worked because she smiled back at me.
"So you like Swan Lake?" I asked her as we walked outside.
"It's so haunting…" she said to me, her voice soft. I looked over to her, watching as frost formed from her words. "I wish I could go see it."
"Isn't it supposed to be playing somewhere near here?" I asked her.
She nodded. "I can't afford it though…"
"We could go together; make a day out of it," I told her.
She looked up at me. "Really? Would you?" She laughed before I could answer her. "I don't even know your name!" she reminded me.
I smiled again. "I'm Wesker."
She grinned was so wide that her teeth showed. "Well, Wesker, this is my stop. Will I see you tomorrow?" she asked me as we got to the apartment building.
"More than likely," I told her.
She nodded. "See ya then, Wesker."
"Good night, Muller."
Author's Note:So... Yeah. Haven't updated this in a long time, though I'll try to finish it over break :) I want to add more completes to my list of stories!
Please review, they're always much appreciated :)
~HolleringHawk65
