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Shards of Glass
It had been several hours now and still the police could tell nothing to Lara and Konstantin. Only thing they had learned was the fact that it really had been Kurtis who had jumped through the window. To Lara's surprise she seemed to be more concerned about Kurtis than Konstantin was. Lara found herself looking at Konstantin who actually seemed quite calm. He didn't remind the man who had begged for forgiveness in the next cell but perhaps the target of the begging had not been Kurtis. In the car Konstantin had been afraid or was there a different explanation to it? How could a father act so calmly when he knew his son had gone missing? It was simply something she couldn't understand. Perhaps family meant something different to her than it meant to Konstantin. They were two different people of course but that didn't give an explanation to how Konstantin fealt about his son. He had been worried about Kurtis during the drive to the hospital but strangely it seemed like Kurtis' jumping through a window made him relax. She didn't have children so there was no way she was able to understand Konstantin but surely she would've been terrified...or then there was something in Kurtis that didn't make Konstantin worried.
There was a growing fear inside her. How couldn't the police find someone as wounded as Kurtis? That stomach wound had caused him enough harm. Why
did that foolish yank jump through a window in that state? She realized that she knew exactly why. The letter. The nurse had read the letter to him and her not being there had gotten him confused. Now...he had been missing for several hours and no one seemed to know where he had gone after he had jumped through the window. There was blood on the spot and a few footprints coloured red but that was all. They suddenly just dissapeared like they never existed, like he had learned to fly.
What exactly had she written in the letter? To her horror she realized that she didn't remember all of it anymore. She had written something about sending his belongings to Britain and the woman who lived accross the street. Still the dissapearance of the footprints made no sense. There had to be some if he had crossed the street. Slowly Lara got to her feet and strode to the place where Kurtis had landed after jumping through the window. The sight of bloody pieces of glass still made her heart freeze. The liquid that laid on the ground once again reminded her of mortality. As a child she had often thought how it would feel to be immortal. Would it feel any different? Was there a mystical tingeling in ones fingertips? Did food taste different? Was it easier to breathe? The concept of immortality was hard for a mortal being to understand. Was there a reason human beings weren't immortal? She sighed. How would it be different if one was immortal or not? Was there a price to pay and if the chance came would she take it?
She shaked her head like trying to deny herself that the thought about wanting to be immortal had crossed her mind. It hadn't been there for long but she couldn't decline that it had existed. The thought itself didn't horrify her. What caught her of guard had been the very realization of the characteristics of the immortal beings she had had the pleasure of meeting. Almost all of them had been immortal only to a certain point. Where was immortality hidden and was it even immortality cause it could be taken away?
She found herself staring at the pieces of glass. Carefully she kneeled by the pieces and picked one looking at it like it could give her all the answers she needed. The piece she held in her hand had been stained red. She kept staring at the piece for a while and realized that the blood on it could be all there was left of Kurtis. There was of course his chiruqai and wallet she had posted to her home. Thirty years of life and all there was left was a couple of objects to shove that he once lived. Perhaps Konstantin had more. Something he had kept to know his memories didn't mislead him when claiming he had a son.
Looking at the piece of glass she began to think her letter again. She had definately written about the old lady across the street. She stood up and looked around. Every single policeman seemed to be doing something but to her it seemed like they were just waiting for the coffee break to start. Her eyes wondered to the houses across the street and stopped as she saw the house she had spent the nights before her kidnapping. She kept the glass shard in her hand and quickly stormed to Konstantin's side.
"Konstantin...", she started with a voice not much louder than a whisper. Konstantin didn't seem to be reacting to it. Maybe Lara had been wrong about it. Perhaps it was his way to deal with his thoughts - ponder the whole thing in his head over and over again. "Konstantin", she began little louder. For some reason she didn't know herself she didn't want the police to hear although they didn.t chase her for some reason that hadn't occured to her yet. This time Konstantin had heard her and turned to her mumbling something.
"I don't think Kurtis...", Lara didn't have the chance to finish her sentence when she saw Konstantin flinch and close his eyes. Was he really worried about his son or seeing visions about the last of their order fading away? She tried to look into his eyes but realized she didn't want to. Afraid about what she might see in them she kept her gaze on the ground. "could just disappear after that jump"
Konstantin didn't do anything but nodded or so it seemed to Lara. It also caused her to sigh. Man standing in front of her didn't either care or had been hurt too many times to show the pain. Too many times something had reached the core. She hadn't realized it but she was staring straight into his eyes so alike Kurtis' and to her fear found out that there lurked nothing in them. This time it had cut too deep or then just pounded from the defensive wall around his heart.
"I know...", he began with a voice Lara didn't know what it was filled with. He never finished the sentence though. Somehow he couldn't think about his son's disappearance. He felt there was barbed wire or something stopping the thought of loosing someone important - again - piercing his conciousness. He wouldn't take it anymore, not this time. It took several minutes for him to understand what Lara actually had been saying. She didn't think Kurtis was dead even though he had been severely injured by some creature, Boaz he thought its name was or at least Lara had told her so, and then jumped through the glass in his hospital clothes just to face the coldness of this dreadful weather. He saw the frustration in Lara's eyes and closed his eyes.
What did he knew Lara questioned herself. She took a firm hold of Konstantin's arm and looked at him although she knew he didn't want to meet her eyes. She had never thought one could suffer so much pain that one became numb so there had to be a hole in his protective wall, not a very large one but still there had to be. She knew it.
"Before I was...taken I", she thought for a moment how she was going to explain this to Konstantin not breaking his shell too quickly and forcing him out of it. "wrote a letter", she hoped that the impact didn't have terrible effect on Kurtis' father.
"A letter?", he asked like he wouldn't have believed a word of it. Why should she write a letter to his son whom she to his knowledge hadn't known very long.
"To explain the resons of my not being there when he woke up...if that would be the case", she said looking at Konstantin non-stop. What she had said seemed to have no meaning in his world. "And in that letter I told where I got a place from and where I live..."
"Where you live...?"
Lara understood that Konstantin was just repeating her words. It wasn't a question. It was just a repeated sentence caused by a pain-filled mind.
"Even if you're not interested that doesn't mean I have to give up!", she yelled at him still trying to understand why the thought of his son's being alive or dead was unable to pierce his mind. She turned around and started to walk very fast to the house across the street she still remembered. When she was about in halfway she heard someone yelling him to wait. She crossed the street and stood there looking Konstantin crossing the street running.
"If you think there's a chance...", he gasped out. "I'll come with you"
Together they made their way to the house Lara remembered living a while in. When she had climbed up the stairs to the porch she knew something wasn't right. She was sure the house was right but it seemed like something was missing. To be sure of it she knocked on the door. Even it didn't sound like it used to like the very material the door had been made out of had been changed. No one answered the knocking the first time so she knocked again. To her relief she heard someone battling with the safetylocks inside the door which certainly hadn't been there the last time.
When the door opened she found herself looking at an elderly man who she had never seen before. He looked strained and tired like he had been home for a little while after returning from a holiday of some sort. He might've been fired too, Lara thought.
"If you're selling something I won't buy it. I also don't answer any surveys", he said without looking at them.
"Nothing like that I assure you", Lara said quietly like she was affraid of hurting the total stranger. Then she tried to peek over his shoulder. "Do you live here alone?"
"I can't believe it! Of all the doors in the world the nut cases have chosen to come and knock on mine"
"What was that supposed to mean", Konstantin asked with a little hope in his voice.
"There was someone earlier asking about the same. A young man if I recall correctly. Looked like hed been hit by a train"
"Is he still here?", Lara asked again trying to peek over the mans shoulder expecting to see Kurtis' head pop up any time now.
"No. He took the same taxi I arrived in about couple hours ago. Don't know where his heading"
Lara was stunned. She and Konstantin had been here for a couple of hours. How much earlier...or later had the taxi left. She shrugged her shoulders but was suddenly been grabbed from arm and almost carried away by Konstantin.
"What are you doing?!", she yelled at the bewildered man in front of her.
Konstantin stopped and glared at her for a little while. "There's no point going after Kurtis now"
She couldn't believe her own ears. Was the man really throwing aside his son's rescue attempt or at least a retreaval attempt.
"Why?", she didn't realize how hard she had yelled.
Konstantin spinned around facing her. "There are more important things that need attending to"
This was a day Lara thought she never would see with her own eyes. There were things in Konstantin's world that overtook the concern he had had about his son.
"Like what!?", she still yelled but now she didn't mind.
"Like to find the Halls and stop Karel"
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Shards of Glass
It had been several hours now and still the police could tell nothing to Lara and Konstantin. Only thing they had learned was the fact that it really had been Kurtis who had jumped through the window. To Lara's surprise she seemed to be more concerned about Kurtis than Konstantin was. Lara found herself looking at Konstantin who actually seemed quite calm. He didn't remind the man who had begged for forgiveness in the next cell but perhaps the target of the begging had not been Kurtis. In the car Konstantin had been afraid or was there a different explanation to it? How could a father act so calmly when he knew his son had gone missing? It was simply something she couldn't understand. Perhaps family meant something different to her than it meant to Konstantin. They were two different people of course but that didn't give an explanation to how Konstantin fealt about his son. He had been worried about Kurtis during the drive to the hospital but strangely it seemed like Kurtis' jumping through a window made him relax. She didn't have children so there was no way she was able to understand Konstantin but surely she would've been terrified...or then there was something in Kurtis that didn't make Konstantin worried.
There was a growing fear inside her. How couldn't the police find someone as wounded as Kurtis? That stomach wound had caused him enough harm. Why
did that foolish yank jump through a window in that state? She realized that she knew exactly why. The letter. The nurse had read the letter to him and her not being there had gotten him confused. Now...he had been missing for several hours and no one seemed to know where he had gone after he had jumped through the window. There was blood on the spot and a few footprints coloured red but that was all. They suddenly just dissapeared like they never existed, like he had learned to fly.
What exactly had she written in the letter? To her horror she realized that she didn't remember all of it anymore. She had written something about sending his belongings to Britain and the woman who lived accross the street. Still the dissapearance of the footprints made no sense. There had to be some if he had crossed the street. Slowly Lara got to her feet and strode to the place where Kurtis had landed after jumping through the window. The sight of bloody pieces of glass still made her heart freeze. The liquid that laid on the ground once again reminded her of mortality. As a child she had often thought how it would feel to be immortal. Would it feel any different? Was there a mystical tingeling in ones fingertips? Did food taste different? Was it easier to breathe? The concept of immortality was hard for a mortal being to understand. Was there a reason human beings weren't immortal? She sighed. How would it be different if one was immortal or not? Was there a price to pay and if the chance came would she take it?
She shaked her head like trying to deny herself that the thought about wanting to be immortal had crossed her mind. It hadn't been there for long but she couldn't decline that it had existed. The thought itself didn't horrify her. What caught her of guard had been the very realization of the characteristics of the immortal beings she had had the pleasure of meeting. Almost all of them had been immortal only to a certain point. Where was immortality hidden and was it even immortality cause it could be taken away?
She found herself staring at the pieces of glass. Carefully she kneeled by the pieces and picked one looking at it like it could give her all the answers she needed. The piece she held in her hand had been stained red. She kept staring at the piece for a while and realized that the blood on it could be all there was left of Kurtis. There was of course his chiruqai and wallet she had posted to her home. Thirty years of life and all there was left was a couple of objects to shove that he once lived. Perhaps Konstantin had more. Something he had kept to know his memories didn't mislead him when claiming he had a son.
Looking at the piece of glass she began to think her letter again. She had definately written about the old lady across the street. She stood up and looked around. Every single policeman seemed to be doing something but to her it seemed like they were just waiting for the coffee break to start. Her eyes wondered to the houses across the street and stopped as she saw the house she had spent the nights before her kidnapping. She kept the glass shard in her hand and quickly stormed to Konstantin's side.
"Konstantin...", she started with a voice not much louder than a whisper. Konstantin didn't seem to be reacting to it. Maybe Lara had been wrong about it. Perhaps it was his way to deal with his thoughts - ponder the whole thing in his head over and over again. "Konstantin", she began little louder. For some reason she didn't know herself she didn't want the police to hear although they didn.t chase her for some reason that hadn't occured to her yet. This time Konstantin had heard her and turned to her mumbling something.
"I don't think Kurtis...", Lara didn't have the chance to finish her sentence when she saw Konstantin flinch and close his eyes. Was he really worried about his son or seeing visions about the last of their order fading away? She tried to look into his eyes but realized she didn't want to. Afraid about what she might see in them she kept her gaze on the ground. "could just disappear after that jump"
Konstantin didn't do anything but nodded or so it seemed to Lara. It also caused her to sigh. Man standing in front of her didn't either care or had been hurt too many times to show the pain. Too many times something had reached the core. She hadn't realized it but she was staring straight into his eyes so alike Kurtis' and to her fear found out that there lurked nothing in them. This time it had cut too deep or then just pounded from the defensive wall around his heart.
"I know...", he began with a voice Lara didn't know what it was filled with. He never finished the sentence though. Somehow he couldn't think about his son's disappearance. He felt there was barbed wire or something stopping the thought of loosing someone important - again - piercing his conciousness. He wouldn't take it anymore, not this time. It took several minutes for him to understand what Lara actually had been saying. She didn't think Kurtis was dead even though he had been severely injured by some creature, Boaz he thought its name was or at least Lara had told her so, and then jumped through the glass in his hospital clothes just to face the coldness of this dreadful weather. He saw the frustration in Lara's eyes and closed his eyes.
What did he knew Lara questioned herself. She took a firm hold of Konstantin's arm and looked at him although she knew he didn't want to meet her eyes. She had never thought one could suffer so much pain that one became numb so there had to be a hole in his protective wall, not a very large one but still there had to be. She knew it.
"Before I was...taken I", she thought for a moment how she was going to explain this to Konstantin not breaking his shell too quickly and forcing him out of it. "wrote a letter", she hoped that the impact didn't have terrible effect on Kurtis' father.
"A letter?", he asked like he wouldn't have believed a word of it. Why should she write a letter to his son whom she to his knowledge hadn't known very long.
"To explain the resons of my not being there when he woke up...if that would be the case", she said looking at Konstantin non-stop. What she had said seemed to have no meaning in his world. "And in that letter I told where I got a place from and where I live..."
"Where you live...?"
Lara understood that Konstantin was just repeating her words. It wasn't a question. It was just a repeated sentence caused by a pain-filled mind.
"Even if you're not interested that doesn't mean I have to give up!", she yelled at him still trying to understand why the thought of his son's being alive or dead was unable to pierce his mind. She turned around and started to walk very fast to the house across the street she still remembered. When she was about in halfway she heard someone yelling him to wait. She crossed the street and stood there looking Konstantin crossing the street running.
"If you think there's a chance...", he gasped out. "I'll come with you"
Together they made their way to the house Lara remembered living a while in. When she had climbed up the stairs to the porch she knew something wasn't right. She was sure the house was right but it seemed like something was missing. To be sure of it she knocked on the door. Even it didn't sound like it used to like the very material the door had been made out of had been changed. No one answered the knocking the first time so she knocked again. To her relief she heard someone battling with the safetylocks inside the door which certainly hadn't been there the last time.
When the door opened she found herself looking at an elderly man who she had never seen before. He looked strained and tired like he had been home for a little while after returning from a holiday of some sort. He might've been fired too, Lara thought.
"If you're selling something I won't buy it. I also don't answer any surveys", he said without looking at them.
"Nothing like that I assure you", Lara said quietly like she was affraid of hurting the total stranger. Then she tried to peek over his shoulder. "Do you live here alone?"
"I can't believe it! Of all the doors in the world the nut cases have chosen to come and knock on mine"
"What was that supposed to mean", Konstantin asked with a little hope in his voice.
"There was someone earlier asking about the same. A young man if I recall correctly. Looked like hed been hit by a train"
"Is he still here?", Lara asked again trying to peek over the mans shoulder expecting to see Kurtis' head pop up any time now.
"No. He took the same taxi I arrived in about couple hours ago. Don't know where his heading"
Lara was stunned. She and Konstantin had been here for a couple of hours. How much earlier...or later had the taxi left. She shrugged her shoulders but was suddenly been grabbed from arm and almost carried away by Konstantin.
"What are you doing?!", she yelled at the bewildered man in front of her.
Konstantin stopped and glared at her for a little while. "There's no point going after Kurtis now"
She couldn't believe her own ears. Was the man really throwing aside his son's rescue attempt or at least a retreaval attempt.
"Why?", she didn't realize how hard she had yelled.
Konstantin spinned around facing her. "There are more important things that need attending to"
This was a day Lara thought she never would see with her own eyes. There were things in Konstantin's world that overtook the concern he had had about his son.
"Like what!?", she still yelled but now she didn't mind.
"Like to find the Halls and stop Karel"