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And I love all the rest of you who took the time to threaten me with my life if I didn't update as soon as possible...so sweet, (wipes away tear) Anyway I think you'll all enjoy this chapter. I'll update again as soon as possible!
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"What?" He asked the annoyance evident in his voice.
"Uh...nothing. It's just that scar on the side of your face there kind of startled me...sorry... It was rude of me."
"Oh right." Mort flinched away and traced the familiar scar along the side of his face, realizing that it could probably to a little shocking to anyone who hadn't seen it before. Distracted by this thought he didn't really notice the way she was staring at him, her brow wrinkled in concentration
"Have we met before?" She asked finally. Her confusion only enlightened by his familiar voice. The hesitation before his answer was obvious but he did his best to not make it as clear.
"No...don't think so." He began to remind himself over and over again to breath, although his request wasn't activated and he found himself growing dizzy with his panic. So he placed his hands on his head and rested his elbows on the wheel tentatively.
Unsure of what to do Eva bit her lip and placed a small hand on his shoulder. "Hey...it's OK, just take deep breaths..."
She never had the opportunity to finish her sentence however before Mort flinched away to start the car again. He took at breath to steady himself and forced his more terroristic side to take over.
"Asthma you know...gets to me sometimes...." He covered his voice and played his shaken mood off lightly as though nothing but a breathing condition was bothering him. And so they continued on driving, Eva staring straight ahead and stiff, Mortimer doing the same.
They continued to drive on, the blank road mocking Mort's mind as they grew further apart.
She didn't recognize me...she didn't recognize me. He repeated it over and over in his mind until he felt as though his brain was about to explode. And suddenly he needed to hear her voice again, to be so close to her yet so far away at the same time was a greater torture that he ever thought imaginable...so finally he broke the barrier of silence that shielded him with torment.
"Didn't I see you in the paper this morning...?" He asked with a gruff sound. She turned to him clearly startled and twilled her thumbs deep in her own thought.
"Oh..." She smiled slightly and pushed a piece of hair back behind her ear. "Yeah." She refused to look at him and instead kept her head down looking toward her lap that was still soaked with the skies shower. Mort took a brief moment to notice that she had recently bitten away most of the actual nail and she had clearly had to file away the rest.
He smiled at the familiar nervous habit as he looked down to his own hands.
The lights of a small town nearby came up in the distance and he instantly grew cold and hard at the thought of her leaving his sight. What was he doing? He wanted to talk to her, tell her how sorry he was for all pain he caused her, feel her in his arms...dance with her in the rain.
But the word he had dreaded to think about entered his mind.
Engaged.
She was engaged now. She was arranged to be married to some guy she probably didn't even know...some loser that was probably just using her for some reason or another. He found himself gripping the wheel tighter with each thought. Still, he forced the anger into the back of his mind, he didn't want to think about it now. He simply wanted to enjoy these last moments because they were probably the only ones he would ever get with her again.
He took the final turn into the center of the strip where the diner of his choice lay. This was it, he thought. She was going to walk out that door, get in that diner, probably get picked up by her fiancé... he was going to drive away, and she would never even know who he was, or how much he needed her.
He slowed down despite his urge to drive past and keep her with him forever. He pulled the break and they sat in silence for less than a moment more before he somehow found his voice again.
"Pretty good grub in there." He stated pointing to the front door. "My boss got your number so he'll call you when the car's done..." He looked away when she glanced at him for what was to be the last time, she tilted her head slightly and squinted as though she was thinking intently about something. He noticed her eyes changing there direction from him to the clock on the dashboard.
"So are you guys open 24/7 or do you have time to stop for something to eat?"
"Huh?" Her voice had startled him and he wasn't quite prepared to give anything for an answer. But she just smiled and shook her head as though the exhaustion she held was being let out with his ignorance.
"You got a name?" She tried again.
Name. Did he have a name? Why was she asking his name? What was he suppose to tell her?
"Mortimer." He said under his breath. "M-Mort." He decided after a second longer that his hesitation was worth seeing the small that lifted her day worn face.
"Well Mort," She said pointing a thumb in the direction of the diner. "You hungry?"
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She shouldn't be here. No she definitely should not be here with this mechanic she just met less than an hour ago, talking and sharing jokes over coffee and warm slices of pie. It was absolutely insane that she even invited him to eat with her after only knowing him for a series of minutes, but still there was something familiar about him. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on that made him seem like a conformable person, someone modest yet confident, and without knowing it she willing allowed to take an instant liking to him.
"...I don't know. I mean I have nothing against pumpkin pie, theres just something apple that just seems so much more American." He said still conscious of his accent. Mort still couldn't conceive how they had lost their lame conversation and ended up debating about the most favorable pie types. But despite the lucid topic of conversation it was a relative enjoyable atmosphere, and although the small diner reeked of cigarette smoke, and was fueled with aggravated truckers, and raunchy waitresses they table they occupied radiated with laugher and as a result received snickers and questioning glances from people at the counter.
"Well yeah, but with it being fall and everything don't you think Pumpkin is more appropriate?" She lifted another forkful into her mouth and smiled at him as he shook his head.
"I didn't know desert could be appropriate or inappropriate. Do you always eat pastry according to the seasons?" He replied with a playful grin that made a warmth soar through her from her stomach to the nails of her toes. She dropped her smile at the sensation and bit her lip slightly, suddenly feeling bashful.
"I guess..." She stuttered on her words and felt the blood rush to her cheeks at the full mouth of teeth he showed her with his smile. She tried to recompose herself and think of something more clever to say but the sound of a raunchy voice pricked her ears are ridded the place without opportunity.
"Hey lucy! Turn em' TV Up! They talkin' about those damned mutants again!" Shouted the extremely loud and large flannel wearing man on the other side of the floor. The waitress sitting behind the counter rolled her eyes and shifted her weight of her hips but complied and reached up to turn the television louder. The movement caught Mort's attention and Eva's as well in turn they both looked at each other slightly before turning to the Lady Newscaster who seemed extremely preoccupied with the task at hand of controlling her microphone in the breezy weather.
... "And in other news today two children were shot when a mutant rally went terribly tragic at Track ford Park in Washington. The oldest child, Rebecca Orvendal age 15 was shot in the lower torso and killed instantly. The younger child however, Danielle Orvendal age 9 was injured, however not quite as severe The girls were sisters and on their way home from school when arguments from the park's gates became violent and resulted in their fallout. In a repeated series of violent acts contributed by the mutant community the governor has issued a new document declaring that every rally, protest, or meeting has signed permission from the local mayor and special documents..."
Someone had changed the channel to a football game by that point and attention had revolved else where. Eva's head turned back around slowly at the sound of Mort sighing loudly into his coffee mug.
"It seems like it never ends does it?" She said softly more to herself than to her companion. He nodded stiffly but continued to keep his eyes downward.
"I just don't get it. After all the suffering and agony nothing has changed. You would of thought we've of learned our lesson by now." He leaned back into his chair and felt the crease of the hinges on his back.
"Over two-thousand years of evolution and..." He sighed deeply and allowed a sad and dreadful look to take over his face.
"...we haven't evolved into anything." Sincerely deep in his thoughts he didn't notice the understanding and remorseful face that sat across from him. And unaware of anything else to do she reached her hand over the sticky table and placed it over his. This action made him jump slightly, and lift his face. He felt his eyes widen and he couldn't do anything but look into her's as they stared sadly back at her. Her voice was soft and tender when she replied:
"Maybe...maybe we just need more time to find the answers we're looking for."
Miss Rainstorm: Glad to hear from you again! You know a little more frequent reviews would do my heart some good (hint, hint)
Lehcar Sundance: Always wonderful to pick up new readers, thanks for the positive feedback! And yes, to answer your question Mort is suppose to look like Ray Park minus the custome.
Guin: Where have you been?! I've missed your comments but I'm so happy your back with me!
And I love all the rest of you who took the time to threaten me with my life if I didn't update as soon as possible...so sweet, (wipes away tear) Anyway I think you'll all enjoy this chapter. I'll update again as soon as possible!
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"What?" He asked the annoyance evident in his voice.
"Uh...nothing. It's just that scar on the side of your face there kind of startled me...sorry... It was rude of me."
"Oh right." Mort flinched away and traced the familiar scar along the side of his face, realizing that it could probably to a little shocking to anyone who hadn't seen it before. Distracted by this thought he didn't really notice the way she was staring at him, her brow wrinkled in concentration
"Have we met before?" She asked finally. Her confusion only enlightened by his familiar voice. The hesitation before his answer was obvious but he did his best to not make it as clear.
"No...don't think so." He began to remind himself over and over again to breath, although his request wasn't activated and he found himself growing dizzy with his panic. So he placed his hands on his head and rested his elbows on the wheel tentatively.
Unsure of what to do Eva bit her lip and placed a small hand on his shoulder. "Hey...it's OK, just take deep breaths..."
She never had the opportunity to finish her sentence however before Mort flinched away to start the car again. He took at breath to steady himself and forced his more terroristic side to take over.
"Asthma you know...gets to me sometimes...." He covered his voice and played his shaken mood off lightly as though nothing but a breathing condition was bothering him. And so they continued on driving, Eva staring straight ahead and stiff, Mortimer doing the same.
They continued to drive on, the blank road mocking Mort's mind as they grew further apart.
She didn't recognize me...she didn't recognize me. He repeated it over and over in his mind until he felt as though his brain was about to explode. And suddenly he needed to hear her voice again, to be so close to her yet so far away at the same time was a greater torture that he ever thought imaginable...so finally he broke the barrier of silence that shielded him with torment.
"Didn't I see you in the paper this morning...?" He asked with a gruff sound. She turned to him clearly startled and twilled her thumbs deep in her own thought.
"Oh..." She smiled slightly and pushed a piece of hair back behind her ear. "Yeah." She refused to look at him and instead kept her head down looking toward her lap that was still soaked with the skies shower. Mort took a brief moment to notice that she had recently bitten away most of the actual nail and she had clearly had to file away the rest.
He smiled at the familiar nervous habit as he looked down to his own hands.
The lights of a small town nearby came up in the distance and he instantly grew cold and hard at the thought of her leaving his sight. What was he doing? He wanted to talk to her, tell her how sorry he was for all pain he caused her, feel her in his arms...dance with her in the rain.
But the word he had dreaded to think about entered his mind.
Engaged.
She was engaged now. She was arranged to be married to some guy she probably didn't even know...some loser that was probably just using her for some reason or another. He found himself gripping the wheel tighter with each thought. Still, he forced the anger into the back of his mind, he didn't want to think about it now. He simply wanted to enjoy these last moments because they were probably the only ones he would ever get with her again.
He took the final turn into the center of the strip where the diner of his choice lay. This was it, he thought. She was going to walk out that door, get in that diner, probably get picked up by her fiancé... he was going to drive away, and she would never even know who he was, or how much he needed her.
He slowed down despite his urge to drive past and keep her with him forever. He pulled the break and they sat in silence for less than a moment more before he somehow found his voice again.
"Pretty good grub in there." He stated pointing to the front door. "My boss got your number so he'll call you when the car's done..." He looked away when she glanced at him for what was to be the last time, she tilted her head slightly and squinted as though she was thinking intently about something. He noticed her eyes changing there direction from him to the clock on the dashboard.
"So are you guys open 24/7 or do you have time to stop for something to eat?"
"Huh?" Her voice had startled him and he wasn't quite prepared to give anything for an answer. But she just smiled and shook her head as though the exhaustion she held was being let out with his ignorance.
"You got a name?" She tried again.
Name. Did he have a name? Why was she asking his name? What was he suppose to tell her?
"Mortimer." He said under his breath. "M-Mort." He decided after a second longer that his hesitation was worth seeing the small that lifted her day worn face.
"Well Mort," She said pointing a thumb in the direction of the diner. "You hungry?"
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She shouldn't be here. No she definitely should not be here with this mechanic she just met less than an hour ago, talking and sharing jokes over coffee and warm slices of pie. It was absolutely insane that she even invited him to eat with her after only knowing him for a series of minutes, but still there was something familiar about him. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on that made him seem like a conformable person, someone modest yet confident, and without knowing it she willing allowed to take an instant liking to him.
"...I don't know. I mean I have nothing against pumpkin pie, theres just something apple that just seems so much more American." He said still conscious of his accent. Mort still couldn't conceive how they had lost their lame conversation and ended up debating about the most favorable pie types. But despite the lucid topic of conversation it was a relative enjoyable atmosphere, and although the small diner reeked of cigarette smoke, and was fueled with aggravated truckers, and raunchy waitresses they table they occupied radiated with laugher and as a result received snickers and questioning glances from people at the counter.
"Well yeah, but with it being fall and everything don't you think Pumpkin is more appropriate?" She lifted another forkful into her mouth and smiled at him as he shook his head.
"I didn't know desert could be appropriate or inappropriate. Do you always eat pastry according to the seasons?" He replied with a playful grin that made a warmth soar through her from her stomach to the nails of her toes. She dropped her smile at the sensation and bit her lip slightly, suddenly feeling bashful.
"I guess..." She stuttered on her words and felt the blood rush to her cheeks at the full mouth of teeth he showed her with his smile. She tried to recompose herself and think of something more clever to say but the sound of a raunchy voice pricked her ears are ridded the place without opportunity.
"Hey lucy! Turn em' TV Up! They talkin' about those damned mutants again!" Shouted the extremely loud and large flannel wearing man on the other side of the floor. The waitress sitting behind the counter rolled her eyes and shifted her weight of her hips but complied and reached up to turn the television louder. The movement caught Mort's attention and Eva's as well in turn they both looked at each other slightly before turning to the Lady Newscaster who seemed extremely preoccupied with the task at hand of controlling her microphone in the breezy weather.
... "And in other news today two children were shot when a mutant rally went terribly tragic at Track ford Park in Washington. The oldest child, Rebecca Orvendal age 15 was shot in the lower torso and killed instantly. The younger child however, Danielle Orvendal age 9 was injured, however not quite as severe The girls were sisters and on their way home from school when arguments from the park's gates became violent and resulted in their fallout. In a repeated series of violent acts contributed by the mutant community the governor has issued a new document declaring that every rally, protest, or meeting has signed permission from the local mayor and special documents..."
Someone had changed the channel to a football game by that point and attention had revolved else where. Eva's head turned back around slowly at the sound of Mort sighing loudly into his coffee mug.
"It seems like it never ends does it?" She said softly more to herself than to her companion. He nodded stiffly but continued to keep his eyes downward.
"I just don't get it. After all the suffering and agony nothing has changed. You would of thought we've of learned our lesson by now." He leaned back into his chair and felt the crease of the hinges on his back.
"Over two-thousand years of evolution and..." He sighed deeply and allowed a sad and dreadful look to take over his face.
"...we haven't evolved into anything." Sincerely deep in his thoughts he didn't notice the understanding and remorseful face that sat across from him. And unaware of anything else to do she reached her hand over the sticky table and placed it over his. This action made him jump slightly, and lift his face. He felt his eyes widen and he couldn't do anything but look into her's as they stared sadly back at her. Her voice was soft and tender when she replied:
"Maybe...maybe we just need more time to find the answers we're looking for."