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Not Even Human---Urban City
It was universally known that Ken Boggs was the worst driver in human existence. Edward experienced this first-hand, and he miraculously survived the trip...barely.
The city was a misty, foggy-grey place with buildings as high as the heavens themselves. People, all kinds of different people, ran, walked, and strolled in every direction, and Edward wondered if they were actually going somewhere or just running around busily in circles.
Cars, dirty trucks, and black and silver limousines were zooming crazily down the streets. A few young men and women had headphones covering their ears, music booming into their skulls. Almost everyone, Edward noticed, was chatting into little, fragile things called "cell phones".
The city wasn't a paradise—there wasn't half as many of the salons Edward had imagined—but it was not a blood bath either. Rather, it was a combination of the two. It was sickeningly beautiful, eerily comfortable, and an exciting buzz always hummed loudly in the nub of the wild, dark city.
Large glass windows advertised bold, colorful clothes, offices grumbled with hurried working people, dismal parks housed the glum homeless, and street vendors sold enticing, fat hot dogs.
The dead air stunk of murky gasoline and stale food. The concrete and gun-metal grey buildings blocked the warm sun from the city's gloomy jungle. The city, basically, was a giant, pitchy maze of tall, intimidating buildings with a few grungy obstacles spotted here and there.
Urban City was so strange and alien compared to safe Suburbia. It chilled Edward to think that his "home" was so far behind him now, and that he was facing a cold-shouldered new world.
URBAN CITY
The thick, silver letters advertised on concrete entrance to City Hall. Edward felt change wash all over him, and he didn't like it. Change always meant trouble. Always.
"We're here. Apartment number...177, Flint Street. We're on ...floor three." Kennedy Boggs said, puffing out cigarette smoke, staring between a piece of paper and the painted black wooden door before them.
The foggy smoke from Ken's cigarette and the city smog plugged up Edward's throat and nose with a dull, distasteful stench.
Edward only partially listened to Ken. He was staring straight up at the buildings, in awe.
"Hey, you know you shouldn't be staring at those buildings so long." Kennedy said, waving his hand in Edward's face.
"Why?" Edward asked, his black eyes glittering with curiosity.
"Because people will start to think you've never seen them before." Ken said, feeling like he was talking to a Kindergartener.
"But I haven't." Edward said, getting rather frustrated with Ken's logic.
"Well, Ed," Kennedy said, greatly vexed, "You shouldn't be so honest all the time. Especially not here."
Kennedy Boggs and Edward's father would have never got along, for it seemed like whatever Ken believed in was the opposite of what Edward's inventor had taught him. The Inventor always told Edward to be honest, polite, and kind---Ken was none of these.
"The City will do you wonders, Ed," Kennedy said, while opening the black door, "A good, healthy dose of reality, man, and you should be fine."
Edward's first full day in Urban City had been embarrassing, frightening, and all around terrible. First, he and Kennedy had gone on the city bus, there were no seats left on the buss so they had to stand up. Well. He ended up falling down face-first infront of strangers, because he hadn't held on tight enough to the bars. Poor Edward was still blushing a brick red, and he couldn't manage to look anyone in the face. He was mortified.
After that ordeal, Edward had been introduced to coffee. He gulped it down, and the black poison burned his tongue and throat until they were numb.
"What is... this again?" Edward gasped out, coughing and wheezing.
People in the coffeehouse began to look at Edward and Kennedy, curiously. Edward was starting to attract attention.
"Uh, coffee." Ken answered, watching Edward choke out his coffee,
"C-coffee?"
"Yeah. You okay, Ed?" Kennedy said, raising an eyebrow. He took another puff of his cigarette.
Edward shook his head, and winced from the pain of his upset stomach. He swore on his life never to have another ever, ever again.
He had bumped into countless people and his feet had been trampled on numerous times, over and over again. Kennedy had abandoned Edward to go to his job at TechMet—so Edward lulled around the apartment. Ed wrote, drew, ate, and lay on the couch, extremely depressed. So the day ended with Edward locking himself up in his room and being absorbed in utter despair.
"Isabel!" Kennedy Boggs said, happily, when he saw he girlfriend, "Hey, baby!"
Isabel was the kind of woman you'd expect to be on a magazine cover. She was thin, brown-eyed, clear skinned, and healthy brown hair. But, like cherry chocolates, she was pretty and soft on the outside, but disgusting and sour on the inside. She was a hateful, mean-spirited woman who would stab her best friend in the back for a Gucci handbag. She smiled slightly when she saw Kennedy and they kissed.
"I ought to kill you!" Isabel snapped, "God, Kenny, I thought you died! Three years, Kenny! Three! Don't you worry me like that again, you dumbass!"
"Aw, I love you too, honey..." Kennedy said, sarcastically, as he put his arm around her waist.
"And get that cigarette out of your mouth!" Isabel nagged, plucking the white cigarette out of his lips. "If you keep doing that, I'll go to Paul."
"Who's Paul?" Kennedy said, frowning.
This made Isabel laugh. "Kenny, Kenny...." Isabel said, sweetly, "Did you really think I'd be some sort of nun while you were doing your little disappearing act?"
"Don't tell me he's a boyfriend!" Kennedy Boggs said, almost angry, but in a way, he expected it. "Shit..."
"Well? Don't 'shit' me. You should've known, that's all I have to say." Isabel said, kissing Kennedy's pouting face. "Besides, he's one of the stupid, gullible ones. He'll never be smart enough to know about you and me."
"Oh," Kennedy said, his face brightening up like a lamp, "You're cheating? Good girl! I have to say, I'm proud of you...It's such an improvement from the sweet, innocent little virgin Miss Isabel Watson who tottered into this city." Kennedy smirked, pervertedly, "But you learned from the best."
"Thanks to you, Kenny dear." Isabel laughed, cruelly, as she dabbed red lip-gloss on her lips. "Thanks to you."
"No, don't thank me, Isabel. It was a pleasure." Kennedy said, with a grin so wicked and dark that he could have been mistaken for Satan himself.
"So, cheeky, where is this cousin of yours?" Isabel asked, hugging Ken. "The Canadian one?"
"Oh, he's somewhere..." Kennedy didn't have the faintest idea.
"Well, I want to meet him. In fact, I had an idea..." Isabel said, sneakily.
"Oh, did you?" He said, tightening his gasp on his girlfriend.
"Yes, I very good one at that." The woman said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, "I have a question though, darling. Is he taken?"
"Edward? No. He's not taken." Kennedy could see where this was going now.
"Oo, good! Edward is hot, isn't he?" Isabel said, her voice lofty and airy. "But...he seems a little...shall we say naïve, to say the least?"
"How would you know?" Ken asked, shocked.
"Oh, being under a rock for three years has taken its toll on you, hasn't it, Kenny dear?" Isabel said, teasingly, "I have my ways..."
"Of course. So there is a... plan?"
Isabel smirked again, her brown eyes shining in the pale glow of the subway's florescent lighting.
"Edward!"
No answer.
"Edward!" Kennedy Boggs shouted, his sword-sharp voice slicing through the air, "Edward! Are you here or what? C'mon, man...Edward! Edward! Edward?"
"Eddie?" Isabel enticed, softly, like a purring cat trapping a mouse, "Hello! We don't bite, do we, Kenny? C'mon, sweetie, I want to see you..."
"C'mon, man! I forgot my keys at work! Open up!" Ken yelled, impatiently, as he knocked on the door.
A shuffling sound came from the other end of the door, and the door opened, slowly. The grey-blue door glided away to reveal a messy-haired, exhausted, and extremely woeful Edward. He gave an effort to smile, but it ended up looking like he had a twitch.
"Hello..." Edward said to Isabel, politely, despite his sad situation. "My name's—"
"I know your name already, honey." Isabel chirped, rudely, as she looked Edward up and down, "Edward Hands, right? My name is Isabel Watson."
"Hello." Edward said again, feeling grungy and unfit to be seen.
"He's more handsome up close, don't you think?" Isabel commented, right in Edward's face. Edward stood there, stunned at her impropriety. "But he looks like Hell right now. Too messy."
"He's just getting use to things, Isabel..." Ken said, as he went into the kitchen.
"Poor baby..." Isabel said, stepping closer to Edward. She she smiled, slyly...just the way Joyce had done. Exactly the same.
Edward shuddered a little and stepped back. Isabel was like Joyce...exactly the same.
So, Isabel proved herself to be rude, egotistic, cruel, and very perverse. She kept checking out Edward, with a strange gleam in her brown eyes, and this made Edward dislike her all the more.
They said they were going out later, and Edward desperately wanted them to go. He thought he might've liked their company, but they ended up just making him feel awful. But, of course, they stayed, to Edward's dismay. The two of them gossiped, drank, gossiped some more, made hurtful jokes about people, became a little tipsy, and kissed—they kissed a lot.
Edward decided to leave them to themselves, and he moped in his room again. He hated the city, and all the people inside it. Molly Walters had been right, city people weren't pleasant.
"Eddie?" Isabel knocked on the door, "Eddie? Aw, come on, cutie, don't be so damn antisocial."
Kennedy opened Edward's door and peered inside, nosily. Isabel peeked behind Kennedy, with a wild, unloving glaze in her eyes.
"Hi, Eddie..." Isabel cooed, "Oh, look at the state of him. He's so depressed, the poor honey...I feel so fucking sorry for him, Kenny."
She didn't sound sorry for Edward at all, actually.
Isabel came closer to Edward, and he wished he could run away from her. She was very pretty, but...then again so are roses...and roses have thorns.
"I just had the perfect idea!" Isabel screamed, happily, "Let's take him out! I'll call Colleen up and we can go clubbing or something! Won't that be great?"
"Sure." Kennedy said, cheerfully.
Edward wasn't stupid. He knew they had been planning this...right from the moment they stepped into the apartment Isabel and Kennedy had had some sort of smirking bond between each other.
There was no point in objecting, since Isabel had already called Colleen up. It would be rude for him to stay. He was trapped.
Edward's stomach tickled nervously as the yellow sun light faded and the moon's grey-white beams bounced off the mirror-like windows of the buildings. There were no stars in the sky, just a dull, dark blue heaven stretched over the dark city.
The clocked ticked. They'd be leaving in half and hour, and Edward prayed that 9:30 P.M. would never come. Edward was terrified, despite the fabulous things Isabel had told him, about going to a club.
"You'll love it." Isabel had reassured, coldly, "I was nervous, too, when I went to my first club, honey. Trust me, once you go, you'll never want to leave. It gets addictive."
This only made Edward's heart get into his throat, and he frowned, worriedly. He didn't trust one word Isabel Watson said.
Sorry I have been so late updating. I can't help it because of school. Damn school to hell! Grrr! I spit at it, and wish it a painful death!