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Authors' note:
So here's the next chapter. A bit short, but it will hopefully make you curious about what will happen next! Thank's for the reviews everybody. And please continue telling us what you think!
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~2~
Pranoid ?
The dark figure sneaked into the apartment building, running up the staircase without much effort. When he reached the top of the building he violently broke the lock of the door that lead to the roof. Looking around, he took in all the surroundings and estimated the distance from here to the large overhead light of one of the top apartments.
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Logan was sitting at his desk, trying to concentrate. But he tried in vain. He couldn't get his argument with Max out of his mind. He would have preferred not to think it all over again. This whole going-out-thing and what it brought about just made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He knew he couldn't be hiding in his apartment all life long, and he wasn't going to, but right now, he wasn't ready to go out partying.
Maybe he was also getting old, he mused. Chair or no chair, he couldn't picture himself at a club or rock concert at all. He'd rather enjoy a quiet evening at the theatre or some classical concert. Maybe he could take Max one time...
But for now he had a problem; he had been real bitchy the day before and had driven Max away. If she was ever coming back at all, she'd probably not be interested in socialising with him, at least not in the near future.
He sighed and wheeled over to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. He didn't feel like cooking tonight. Usually he had the idea that Max might come over to join him in the back of his mind, so it was worth the effort. But only for himself he wouldn't go through all that trouble. Besides he didn't have much appetite.
He scanned through his fridge listlessly, then closed the door again. Actually, he wasn't hungry. Realising that he hadn't drunk anything all day, he poured himself a glass of water and emptied it quickly. Then he filled it again and forced down half of it. But the lump in his throat didn't let any more pass for now. 'Great', he thought, 'Good thing Bling isn't here. Would have earned me another lecture on kidney function and stuff like that.'
He put the glass down and wheeled over to get the phone, not sure if he was really going to call someone....
***
The dark figure was leaning against the chimney. It got out a small cell-phone, still observing the window beneath. "Kita dah jumpa dia!" (We found him)- the man snarled into the phone. He waited for the person on the other side to answer, "Baiklah, kami ahan juga dia" (Okay, we will take care of him) he confirmed, then snapped the phone close and stepped back into the shadows.
When Logan passed underneath the skylight he had the strange feeling that someone was watching him. Hadn't there been a shadow moving across the wooden floor? Or was it just his imagination. He shook his head to himself. Great, now he was getting paranoid! Or desperate. How much he wished for Max to just jump in on him from up there, like she had done before! In the living room he hesitantly picked up the phone and stared at digits. He had Max' pager on speed dial. After what seemed like ages, his finger finally hit the button and he could hear the tones. But before he got the signal that his call had been received, he cut the line. He didn't know what to tell her. He regretted that they had had a fight, but he still wasn't up to explaining anything to her. If she was so self -occupied not to realise why he had reacted the way he had, there was probably no use trying to explain it to her anyway. After all, this was his problem, so why should she bother in the first place?
He put down the phone and stared out into the darkness.
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TBC...soon.
Authors' note:
So here's the next chapter. A bit short, but it will hopefully make you curious about what will happen next! Thank's for the reviews everybody. And please continue telling us what you think!
*************************************************************************************************************
~2~
Pranoid ?
The dark figure sneaked into the apartment building, running up the staircase without much effort. When he reached the top of the building he violently broke the lock of the door that lead to the roof. Looking around, he took in all the surroundings and estimated the distance from here to the large overhead light of one of the top apartments.
***
Logan was sitting at his desk, trying to concentrate. But he tried in vain. He couldn't get his argument with Max out of his mind. He would have preferred not to think it all over again. This whole going-out-thing and what it brought about just made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He knew he couldn't be hiding in his apartment all life long, and he wasn't going to, but right now, he wasn't ready to go out partying.
Maybe he was also getting old, he mused. Chair or no chair, he couldn't picture himself at a club or rock concert at all. He'd rather enjoy a quiet evening at the theatre or some classical concert. Maybe he could take Max one time...
But for now he had a problem; he had been real bitchy the day before and had driven Max away. If she was ever coming back at all, she'd probably not be interested in socialising with him, at least not in the near future.
He sighed and wheeled over to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. He didn't feel like cooking tonight. Usually he had the idea that Max might come over to join him in the back of his mind, so it was worth the effort. But only for himself he wouldn't go through all that trouble. Besides he didn't have much appetite.
He scanned through his fridge listlessly, then closed the door again. Actually, he wasn't hungry. Realising that he hadn't drunk anything all day, he poured himself a glass of water and emptied it quickly. Then he filled it again and forced down half of it. But the lump in his throat didn't let any more pass for now. 'Great', he thought, 'Good thing Bling isn't here. Would have earned me another lecture on kidney function and stuff like that.'
He put the glass down and wheeled over to get the phone, not sure if he was really going to call someone....
***
The dark figure was leaning against the chimney. It got out a small cell-phone, still observing the window beneath. "Kita dah jumpa dia!" (We found him)- the man snarled into the phone. He waited for the person on the other side to answer, "Baiklah, kami ahan juga dia" (Okay, we will take care of him) he confirmed, then snapped the phone close and stepped back into the shadows.
When Logan passed underneath the skylight he had the strange feeling that someone was watching him. Hadn't there been a shadow moving across the wooden floor? Or was it just his imagination. He shook his head to himself. Great, now he was getting paranoid! Or desperate. How much he wished for Max to just jump in on him from up there, like she had done before! In the living room he hesitantly picked up the phone and stared at digits. He had Max' pager on speed dial. After what seemed like ages, his finger finally hit the button and he could hear the tones. But before he got the signal that his call had been received, he cut the line. He didn't know what to tell her. He regretted that they had had a fight, but he still wasn't up to explaining anything to her. If she was so self -occupied not to realise why he had reacted the way he had, there was probably no use trying to explain it to her anyway. After all, this was his problem, so why should she bother in the first place?
He put down the phone and stared out into the darkness.
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TBC...soon.