Notes: Wow, it finally happened, another chapter. I'm terribly sorry this took so long, but I lost the disc I had the rest on and then this chapter came to me more like I was pulling it out than writing. I think that's why I don't like it as much as the others but I need to get something out.
I'm trying to write an original story for Fpress but I refuse to put it up before I have a few chapters written since I'm such a horrible updater (and I'm still only working on ch. 1!). Anyway, I hope you like this chapter enough to review.
Disclaimer: See ch. 1
Small Wind
Ch. 4 Winter
The pavement swirled with activity. Feet trampled on concrete and wheels rotated on asphalt. Wind, funneled by bricks and laden with crystallized water, twisted its way down and deposited its load on the bodies and machines that blocked its course down the street. Once the snow made contact with a car, it clung on desperately only to find heat blasted upon it and blades to cut through it. Contact with a body found diminished heat through layers of fabric and a face which allowed it to cling to any strand of hair that may have escaped careful hands. White drifting slowly into a churning crowded rainbow. A mass of colors, bright reds and greens dotted with shades of orange, yellow, blue, indigo, violet, brown, white and gray. The automobiles and the buildings joined the array of colors adding a continuous motion and continuity.
Green turned yellow, slow, and yellow to red, stop! Red became white and the crowd of feet began to flow across while cars rolled form another path. A spot of black, all black but a pale face and where the white had fallen upon him. Black fabric tightly fastened, draped down to the black boots and rippled in the frozen wind. White flakes clutched to dark strands; each one tugged by a wind that both deposited more white while pulling to remove those already attached.
Red to yellow, ready, and yellow to green, go! The traffic switched direction once more and the black form continued along the storefronts. Frosted glass tempted each cold passerby with warmth and bright colors: lights, fabrics and objects. Brightly dressed figures fell for the lures and crisscrossed their way through the mass to the bait. A bright red coat bumped the black and the pale face scowled. Inside its black orbs dashed back and forth, scanning each face and every building, the motion of the metal and the emotion of the flesh.
Wait.
Go.
Stop.
Walk.
Shoes struck pavement and cement, heels and soles scraped ice and earth around the sidewalk. The black fabric flowed through the crowd, down the street, around the corner, and down another street. Less feet, less colors, more white and gray. Dirty grays and dirty browns, molding eaten away from ancient bricks. Cold grimy windows, frosted, darkened, uninviting.
The wind picked up speed. Twisting, accumulating, forming a mass. The black turned another corner, the great wall of white turned with him. Velocity matched pace. The lane narrowed, barely room for two machines side by side. Grimy glass on one side glared gloomily at blank brick on the other. The white wall passed the black at the break, twirled around and found only white and brick. The white scattered, found only pavement and building to which it could cling, then, swirled about and continues on its path, leaving the lonely street where the professor had vanished.
Ok, that's all of that I'll put you though. I'll try to continue if you insist, I kinda set this chapter up to do that. Hope you review (ok, I'd really love that).