A/N Disclaimers in part one, enjoy this!
The streets seemed so empty, so deserted as I wandered them. My search had lost all direction. It had grown into nothing more than a search driven only by hope. All I did was hope to find her. It was almost useless. Wherever she was, she had sure found a way to hide from me. I could see why too. Why would anyone want to return to me?
I was cold, cruel, manipulative. I thought every move through, well, almost every move. Her vibrant presence used to be able to drive me to do random things. Usually passionate ones. I couldn't even think of anything passionate anymore. Just the word brings memories of her to my mind.
As I wandered the streets I found myself heading towards the park that divided the slums from the high class area. I remembered a time when we had been on the other side of the park, and I used to wander the edge of it, trying to find a way out. Well, I had found it. And now look where I was. Wandering the edge of the park, looking back at the slums.
As I walked down the tree lined lane, I remembered all the time we had spent here. Why couldn't I get her out of my head? I wanted so much to just forget about her. But if I could, then I wouldn't be searching for her, would I? As I wandered lost in thought, a wesely looking man, with limp greasy hair slunk up to me.
"You wouldn't happen ta be the gen'ral that them all are talkin' 'bout, would ya?"
"it depends on which general you're looking for."
"the one that happens t'be lookin' for his sister, that one." I was suddenly intrigued by this man.
"That could be me, what information do you have."
"I can tell ya where she's stayin'." This man now held my full attention.
"Well, where is she?" I asked after he paused for a minute. He stuck out his hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.
"Pay up first." He said, his voice suddenly darker and more serious. I pulled my wallet out, and held out some money. He took it and counted it. "A guy named John. Lives over not to far from here." He said, and slunk off before I could say anymore. My search was no longer hopeless. I knew who John was and where he lived. He and Magenta had grown up together, and she'd kept in touch with her. I turned around and set off towards his house, unsure of what I'd do to him.
The streets seemed so empty, so deserted as I wandered them. My search had lost all direction. It had grown into nothing more than a search driven only by hope. All I did was hope to find her. It was almost useless. Wherever she was, she had sure found a way to hide from me. I could see why too. Why would anyone want to return to me?
I was cold, cruel, manipulative. I thought every move through, well, almost every move. Her vibrant presence used to be able to drive me to do random things. Usually passionate ones. I couldn't even think of anything passionate anymore. Just the word brings memories of her to my mind.
As I wandered the streets I found myself heading towards the park that divided the slums from the high class area. I remembered a time when we had been on the other side of the park, and I used to wander the edge of it, trying to find a way out. Well, I had found it. And now look where I was. Wandering the edge of the park, looking back at the slums.
As I walked down the tree lined lane, I remembered all the time we had spent here. Why couldn't I get her out of my head? I wanted so much to just forget about her. But if I could, then I wouldn't be searching for her, would I? As I wandered lost in thought, a wesely looking man, with limp greasy hair slunk up to me.
"You wouldn't happen ta be the gen'ral that them all are talkin' 'bout, would ya?"
"it depends on which general you're looking for."
"the one that happens t'be lookin' for his sister, that one." I was suddenly intrigued by this man.
"That could be me, what information do you have."
"I can tell ya where she's stayin'." This man now held my full attention.
"Well, where is she?" I asked after he paused for a minute. He stuck out his hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.
"Pay up first." He said, his voice suddenly darker and more serious. I pulled my wallet out, and held out some money. He took it and counted it. "A guy named John. Lives over not to far from here." He said, and slunk off before I could say anymore. My search was no longer hopeless. I knew who John was and where he lived. He and Magenta had grown up together, and she'd kept in touch with her. I turned around and set off towards his house, unsure of what I'd do to him.