Chapter 5- Trouble in Paradise
Zech couldn't find anything suspicious in the whole town, absolutely nothing and he had been looking all morning, it was like something out of a Stephen King book. Not that the people were extremely helpful, they seemed to be more the slightly un-welcoming and just as distrustful to outsiders.
The town was set up in an interesting fashion, with one street in a circle and the houses set out around them, not convenient in a larger city but it didn't make much difference in such a small town.
"Something's wrong with her." His ears pricked to the conversation next to him. "She only comes down when she has to and never talks to anyone."
He sipped his coffee placidly but all his attention was on the two old gossips behind him, any abnormality in a town like this had to count as suspicious. "I heard she's a mute." The other one replied.
They were sitting in the booth behind him, the very back one in the small diner. The diner itself was dank and dingy, halfway in and halfway out of use but none of the other patrons seemed to notice the partially clean state.
Say where she lives, say where she lives, Zech mentally implored them, but apparently his mind powers weren't on the rise because they just went on gossiping about his mystery woman without revealing anything useful. When they began talking about someone else Zech left.
The street was cold and dark even though it was only about five, it was already getting dark. If anything was going to happen it was going to happen it was happening tonight and that was the reason he was still out in the cold. He would never forgive himself if tomorrow they had another body and no leads or traces.
He allowed his mind to take a break as his body suffered, he wondered what Noin was doing at that moment, if she looked the same? Was she happy? Did she miss him? Had she found someone else? Where had she decided to live? He sighed, what was the good in asking questions he would never have answered his mind asked bitterly but the part of his heart not racked with guilt had no such scruples.
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Relena would remind her of Zech and Sally was on some preventer mission dragged off to god knows where so Noin had to turn to her other two best friends for comfort- Ben and Jerry. They couldn't offer wisdom but their coffee ice cream helped with almost anything. It was getting dark and she knew she should bring up some water incase she got thirst but she didn't care. It was a good night to spend sulking over the one that got away, or in her case, she thought with no just a touch of self-deprecation, the one that didn't want her.
She lit a fire to combat the cold seeping in from every crack in her house, made herself a mug of hot chocolate and sat on her couch staring at the crackling flames. She only had one pair of pajamas and consisting of a tank top and boxers, they were really made for summer so soon she was cold and got herself a blanket for her legs. The thick wool was scratchy but it kept her warm as she snuggled down into the soft cloth of the couch, she was so comfortable, her eyes began to close and the open carton of ice cream dropped from her hand.
Her breathing became deep and regular. The doorbell rang she sat up groggily looked down at the spilled ice cream and made a face. "Stay there." She instructed it.
She opened the door but was greeted by a gust of wind and not much else. That's funny, she thought, I could have sworn I heard someone knock. She sighed and dismissed it as a figment of her sleeping imagination, that was the first in a long series of innocent and potentially deadly misjudgments she would make that evening.
(THANK YOU TO ALL WHO REVIEWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and by the way to the lovely lady who asked a beta reader is someone who reads the chapter before it's posted to tell the author if it's good)
Zech couldn't find anything suspicious in the whole town, absolutely nothing and he had been looking all morning, it was like something out of a Stephen King book. Not that the people were extremely helpful, they seemed to be more the slightly un-welcoming and just as distrustful to outsiders.
The town was set up in an interesting fashion, with one street in a circle and the houses set out around them, not convenient in a larger city but it didn't make much difference in such a small town.
"Something's wrong with her." His ears pricked to the conversation next to him. "She only comes down when she has to and never talks to anyone."
He sipped his coffee placidly but all his attention was on the two old gossips behind him, any abnormality in a town like this had to count as suspicious. "I heard she's a mute." The other one replied.
They were sitting in the booth behind him, the very back one in the small diner. The diner itself was dank and dingy, halfway in and halfway out of use but none of the other patrons seemed to notice the partially clean state.
Say where she lives, say where she lives, Zech mentally implored them, but apparently his mind powers weren't on the rise because they just went on gossiping about his mystery woman without revealing anything useful. When they began talking about someone else Zech left.
The street was cold and dark even though it was only about five, it was already getting dark. If anything was going to happen it was going to happen it was happening tonight and that was the reason he was still out in the cold. He would never forgive himself if tomorrow they had another body and no leads or traces.
He allowed his mind to take a break as his body suffered, he wondered what Noin was doing at that moment, if she looked the same? Was she happy? Did she miss him? Had she found someone else? Where had she decided to live? He sighed, what was the good in asking questions he would never have answered his mind asked bitterly but the part of his heart not racked with guilt had no such scruples.
* * *
Relena would remind her of Zech and Sally was on some preventer mission dragged off to god knows where so Noin had to turn to her other two best friends for comfort- Ben and Jerry. They couldn't offer wisdom but their coffee ice cream helped with almost anything. It was getting dark and she knew she should bring up some water incase she got thirst but she didn't care. It was a good night to spend sulking over the one that got away, or in her case, she thought with no just a touch of self-deprecation, the one that didn't want her.
She lit a fire to combat the cold seeping in from every crack in her house, made herself a mug of hot chocolate and sat on her couch staring at the crackling flames. She only had one pair of pajamas and consisting of a tank top and boxers, they were really made for summer so soon she was cold and got herself a blanket for her legs. The thick wool was scratchy but it kept her warm as she snuggled down into the soft cloth of the couch, she was so comfortable, her eyes began to close and the open carton of ice cream dropped from her hand.
Her breathing became deep and regular. The doorbell rang she sat up groggily looked down at the spilled ice cream and made a face. "Stay there." She instructed it.
She opened the door but was greeted by a gust of wind and not much else. That's funny, she thought, I could have sworn I heard someone knock. She sighed and dismissed it as a figment of her sleeping imagination, that was the first in a long series of innocent and potentially deadly misjudgments she would make that evening.
(THANK YOU TO ALL WHO REVIEWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and by the way to the lovely lady who asked a beta reader is someone who reads the chapter before it's posted to tell the author if it's good)