Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belongs to me. So if you want to use any of them be my guest. Only the plot is mine.
Since no one seems to be reading this I might as well make this the last chapter. I'm still sorry that nothing very exciting has happened.
Bewilderment
He heard the door closing behind him and turned around. The strange light that glowed in the house seemed to fade and all the lights went out. He stood for a moment on the porch thinking what the strange lady had just told him. All of us aren't monsters she had said. All of who? Kurtis was quite sure that she wasn't a human being but something higher. He had no idea what but something above the mortal world. Maybe someone reaching from the light at the end of the tunnel he had been after the fight with Boaz.
Kurtis didn't know how long he had stood there when he heard a car stopping in front of the house. It was a taxi and someone was getting out of it. Kurtis had to blink his eyes for a couple of time before he could see that that someone was an elderly man. Soon Kurtis' fevered blue eyes fell on the man's green ones and he saw that they were filled with astonishment and slight fury.
"Just what are you doing on my porch?", the man asked glaring at Kurtis. If the woman was something above human race this man certainly wasn't.
"Your porch?", Kurtis gasped out as the man's words began to pearce his mind. His porch. "You live alone?", Kurtis asked. Of course it was none of his business but he felt like he needed to know. He needed to know desperately.
"And why is that your business?", the man groaned and now Kurtis could hear a silent threat in his voice.
"I just wondered...", wondered what. What could he possibly say to a man who has just gotten home from a trip or something. Kurtis's eyes had noticed the man's bag earlier and he understood pperfectly well why the other was angry. He would be too if he returned from a holiday and found a total stranger on his porch that means if he had a porch. A total stranger looking like he did at the very moment. Kurtis's hand ventured to hie head and he felt something sticky. It was blood began to dry."If my friend still lives here", he knew it was a lie but there seemed to be no other way to get out of the situation.
"A friend of yours?", Kurtis didn't do anything else than nod still looking directly into other man's eyes. "You must've gotten yourself a wrong address then my boy. You see I have lived alone almost ten years now. I've lived alone since my wife died" A shadow seemed to creep into the man's eyes.
"I'm sorry...", Kurtis began, but the man stopped him from talking.
"It was none of your doing. She was hit by a car on this very same road.", for a moment the man couldn't speak. Memories stirred in his mind as the picture of his wife laying on the street returned to his mind. "She was going to get something from the store..."
Kurtis felt a slight pain inside himself and thought of his father. It had been years and years back since he had seen him. As quickly as the memory had risen it was forced back down. The elderly man's words began to make their way into his mind. He had lived alone for almost ten years. Ten Years.
"How long were you gone?", was everything Kurtis was able to say.
"Two weeks", the man answered slowly his eyes looking at Kurtis like he was not right in the head.
"Oh...", Kurtis said before leaning to the wall. Two weeks. He had been in hospital for twelve days. Kurtis turned around and looked at the door. Its colour had changed and he could see a doorbell that hadn't been there. What had just happened and how could he be in that house with a woman who didn't live there? If he even was in that house...Carefully he walked down the stairs and opened the door of taxi.
The other man was still standing there looking at Kurtis in bewilderment. "Are you all right?" Kurtis just nodded. Physically he was almost but he mentally he would propably never be.
Since no one seems to be reading this I might as well make this the last chapter. I'm still sorry that nothing very exciting has happened.
Bewilderment
He heard the door closing behind him and turned around. The strange light that glowed in the house seemed to fade and all the lights went out. He stood for a moment on the porch thinking what the strange lady had just told him. All of us aren't monsters she had said. All of who? Kurtis was quite sure that she wasn't a human being but something higher. He had no idea what but something above the mortal world. Maybe someone reaching from the light at the end of the tunnel he had been after the fight with Boaz.
Kurtis didn't know how long he had stood there when he heard a car stopping in front of the house. It was a taxi and someone was getting out of it. Kurtis had to blink his eyes for a couple of time before he could see that that someone was an elderly man. Soon Kurtis' fevered blue eyes fell on the man's green ones and he saw that they were filled with astonishment and slight fury.
"Just what are you doing on my porch?", the man asked glaring at Kurtis. If the woman was something above human race this man certainly wasn't.
"Your porch?", Kurtis gasped out as the man's words began to pearce his mind. His porch. "You live alone?", Kurtis asked. Of course it was none of his business but he felt like he needed to know. He needed to know desperately.
"And why is that your business?", the man groaned and now Kurtis could hear a silent threat in his voice.
"I just wondered...", wondered what. What could he possibly say to a man who has just gotten home from a trip or something. Kurtis's eyes had noticed the man's bag earlier and he understood pperfectly well why the other was angry. He would be too if he returned from a holiday and found a total stranger on his porch that means if he had a porch. A total stranger looking like he did at the very moment. Kurtis's hand ventured to hie head and he felt something sticky. It was blood began to dry."If my friend still lives here", he knew it was a lie but there seemed to be no other way to get out of the situation.
"A friend of yours?", Kurtis didn't do anything else than nod still looking directly into other man's eyes. "You must've gotten yourself a wrong address then my boy. You see I have lived alone almost ten years now. I've lived alone since my wife died" A shadow seemed to creep into the man's eyes.
"I'm sorry...", Kurtis began, but the man stopped him from talking.
"It was none of your doing. She was hit by a car on this very same road.", for a moment the man couldn't speak. Memories stirred in his mind as the picture of his wife laying on the street returned to his mind. "She was going to get something from the store..."
Kurtis felt a slight pain inside himself and thought of his father. It had been years and years back since he had seen him. As quickly as the memory had risen it was forced back down. The elderly man's words began to make their way into his mind. He had lived alone for almost ten years. Ten Years.
"How long were you gone?", was everything Kurtis was able to say.
"Two weeks", the man answered slowly his eyes looking at Kurtis like he was not right in the head.
"Oh...", Kurtis said before leaning to the wall. Two weeks. He had been in hospital for twelve days. Kurtis turned around and looked at the door. Its colour had changed and he could see a doorbell that hadn't been there. What had just happened and how could he be in that house with a woman who didn't live there? If he even was in that house...Carefully he walked down the stairs and opened the door of taxi.
The other man was still standing there looking at Kurtis in bewilderment. "Are you all right?" Kurtis just nodded. Physically he was almost but he mentally he would propably never be.