Riding a bike eight miles is normally not that bad. I've been doing it at least once a week for a while now. It was the least conspicuous way to get to Citysville, and a lot faster than trying to walk it.
Of course, my body hadn't felt sore on the other trips either. How long would Buttercup's ray have an effect on me?
Anyways, Citysville. Even had I chosen to fly here, I would have had to walk once I got into city limits. Didn't care for us flying, after all.
I'm rambling. Stick to the point.
Anyways, I am currently cycling through Citysville, cursing my sore limbs. Dressed as I was, I doubt anyone cared that I was. Just some punk riding through a bad part of town. Good. I didn't want any attention anyways. I had to pull myself out of my thoughts as I arrived at the old apartment building.
"I'm surprised you came today."
"Why would I skip on our appointment?"
The old man swivels around in the office chair, one of the few pieces of furniture in the apartment, to face me. Of course I jump a little. I think it's his goal in life to freak me out as often as he can. "I watch the news, my dear. Your sister made national news." He chuckled to himself. "Actually quite refreshing to see her pretty face after such a long absence."
"She's ugly." I scoffed. It was easier to argue with him than to agree.
"I'm sorry, but didn't you say it should have been you that it happened to?"
"You remember too well."
"Isn't that our arrangement?" The geezer smiled. "I remember everything for you, in case something happens?"
"You still remember too well." I said, shaking my head. "And yes, it should have been me. That doesn't make her pretty."
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." He turned around back to his desk. "It must have been important for you to come out here during such a family crisis."
"I...I fear what might happen. Buttercup really scares me." I can't help but look away. "I wanted to make sure you had everything recorded."
"Alright, what do you want to start with?"
"The beginning." I said, sitting down in a chair. "Just to make sure everything's right.
I sighed, waiting for the last sentence to be written down. "And that's when she left us."
"And..." The old man muttered as the pencil scratched across the paper.
"You saw the news, I'm sure you can figure out what happened."
"Everything else is in your word. Don't you want this to be?"
"I don't know why I didn't see it coming."
The old man shook his head. "She's evil. She could've-"
"You don't know that. You don't know her side of it."
"Neither do you. How can you believe that she might still be good."
I stood up, turning towards the door. "She's my sister. I think I'm obligated to." I opened the door and turned to look back at the old man. "Hopefully, I'll see you next time." I added before I walked out the door. Taking one last look, I couldn't help but be disturbed that there was only one chair in the place.
(That's it. Sorry it's so short. Just had so little to cover. Wow...I seem to be pulling short chapters a lot lately...I need to work on that.)
