Chapter 2: Cold Shivers
Once clean, Sango and Genevieve walked down to the local pub and ordered sandwiches with homemade potato chips.
"So, how do you feel with the next part we just learned?" Sango asked inquisitively.
"Ha, it seems like fun. I like jump kicks, so this part will be my specialty."
The server bumbled over and cheerily gave the young women their orders. She tottered away to other tables with her bubbling attitude. Just working for a big tip, that's all. Why can't we live in the old days when money was no matter and everyone pitched in to their community? What am I saying, I'm being served food I didn't produce. She turned her face to the direction of the blathering Sango and smiled.
"What?" she asked offended. "Why did you suddenly smile?"
"I just adore the way how you talk. You keep me in a perpetual good mood!" Sango beamed and continued chattering.
"Would you like to walk through the park on the way back home?" Genevieve asked.
"Why sure, but why take the long way?"
"Well, it's just a beautiful night, and we don't have many more like them before winter begins. Besides, the trees and flowing water make me more at ease when I know sleep is around the corner."
The girls rose, paid the ticket, and left a generous tip the buzzing bumble bee. After leaving, the two crossed the street and strode down the hill to where the new part of the park had been erected. The moon hung swollen with light in the purple, hazy sky.
"Haha, this feels so romantic, Gen. I'm swooning over the beauty!" Sango laughed and delicately placed the back of her hand across her forehead and sighed. She began to faint when there was a small poke in her side.
"If only we could get a certain man to swoon over us, I wouldn't mind the romanticism of tonight." She sighed, knowing it had been so long since her first love--if you call it that. The love was not mutual and the relationship was short lived.
A few feet ahead of them arched high was the gateway leading from the modern park to the old park. Already, Genevieve could hear the soothing water and the rustling of tall, old pine trees. Sango began walking under the field stone architecture and grabbed her sides.
"Brr. That was a chilly breeze just then. Let's pick up the pace."
Genevieve quickened her stride, but was still walking slowly. Why is this air so relaxing? It's unpolluted and seems stuck in the past. No, placed here from the past. She started walking through the gateway and felt a peculiar upsurge of wind. Huh? That wind felt strange…maybe, supernatural? She shook her head and placed another foot under the gateway. An extremely strong whoosh of wind and she was propelled forwards. She closed her eyes and braced herself for impact against Sango's back. Yet, it never came. What the…?