Ta-Da! Like I said another chapter.
Flying lazily through the dawns air I looked for the building that a slip of paper said I would be living at until I found Him. Last night was another failure at finding Tyler, the man I was looking for. Miles and miles of abandoned buildings, sewers, and road. But nothing turned up, not a scent or a clue. I had to quit when a homeless man had seen my wings and started babbling bout the end of the world.
My body ached from flying and I had a headache from not resting. Sunlight hit the glass windows of a 15 story building, making me squint and making the headache flare. Getting out of the glare I saw that this was the building I had to live at now. A building of glass, that housed who knows how many people.
Folding my wings I dropped from the sky, opening them slightly to slow me down and to angle myself to land behind the building. Once my feet touched ground I sagged from exhaustion. My body complained from the pain and I felt like I could sleep for a full eight hours. Fixing my black low razor back tank top I brought my wings close to my body. And slowly picked my way through the trash that littered the back of the building.
Reaching the sidewalk a few people walked around in the early morning. Casting my mind out I shielded my wings from them, so if they bothered to glance at me I would look normal. Thank god for that gift I thought.
Walking felt strange after being up in the air for so long and I had to steady myself more than once. Just another drunk looking person I thought and smiled at a woman who glanced at me. Finally reaching the front door I walked into the main lobby, where a table stood in the corner, and in front of me elevators with doors open. It was pretty plain but one of the nicer places in Seattle.
Staggering to the table I peered over the edge, no one was here to work the shift yet. The keys to 308, my room, laid on the table waiting for me to grab them. Collecting the keys I headed for one of the open elevators. Closing the doors, and hitting the button for my floor I sagged against the walls closing my eyes.
My body groaned in relief at some type of rest. Maybe tonight I could resume hunting for him, maybe tonight I could find him. Always a maybe I thought never a will. Two minutes later the bell dinged at the 13th floor and I had to peel myself away from the wall. Staggering out, I glanced down the long dark hall. There was no doors on the left wall, while on the right there as at least 5 heading down to the window at the end of the hall.
Luckily no one was down this hall so I didn't have to waste energy at hiding my wings from people. Walking towards the window I tried to find my room, about half way down the hall a door appeared on the left wall.
308 it said in faded gold letters.
Slipping the key into the lock I pressed the door in and it opened with a click and a groan. The first thing I noticed was how big the room was, like ballroom big. Holy crap I thought the second was all the windows, they were everywhere, looking out the city. And it was big enough that I could fly out of them.
Walking into the room, the wood floors ground underneath me from old age. A wall cut the room in half so it was like two ballrooms. Pushed against the corner was a refrigerator, a small stove and some old cupboards. Checking them I noticed they were filled with noodles, chips, soup and other essentials. Like matches, glasses, plates and pots and pans.
"Finally." I said aloud, voice echoing in the nearly empty room.
It was nice to have a place of my own again. Lonely but nice. Grabbing a box of matches I checked out the rest of the huge room.
I found a doorway that was set back into a wall that led to a dark bedroom. My eyes adjusted to the dark, and everything lit up, a dark gray. Candles were piled round on shelves, some on the floor. Lighting them all, color came back to my vision and I saw the dark red bed. So inviting. So dead tired I thought. Hoping onto the bed stomach first I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
"Gd evning ss." a muffled voice said.
Eyes snapping open I tensed, listening for other voices. And they came, about ten others all muffled as well. Straining my ears I heard things moved around and more mumbling. Leaping of the bed I ran into the main room. Looking out the windows the sun was about half down. 4 o'clock in the afternoon I thought.
More muffled noises and I searched for the source. But couldn't find anything, glancing at the wood floors I dropped to the ground, laying an ear to the ground. The voices were coming from below me. I groaned, wondering what the hell they were doing. So much for peace and quiet I thought.
Standing up slowly I wondered how I could block the voices out. Tension burned between my shoulder blades and I knew I had to fly soon. Looking to the windows again, the sky called to me. Shuffling towards the windows I opened one wide, and let my wings stretch. The cool city air rushing into the room.
Perching on the sill I looked out to the ruined city. The sun lit everything up making it look golden. Below me sat a black long vehicle two guys looking around. Amused I watched as the one with long brown hair pointed out the sky needle. Must be new here I thought.
About to free fall one of the voices below me said something, making me stop. She repeated it and I fell back into the room, dropping my ear to the ground.
"Tyler?"
My heart leaped in my throat and I ran for the door. Ripping it open I dashed down the hall and into the elevator. Dropping down one story, I walked out excitement making my heart beat fast making me almost forget to cast an illusion of normal
Searching the slightly busy hall I came to a door that had a paper on it saying 'Art 101.' Pushing through the door, everyone looked up. The room was like mine only smaller and the sun streamed into the room making everything yellow.
"Can I help you?" asked a blond haired woman behind a white desk.
"Uh..yes. I'm looking for someone, and I was told he would be here." I replied.
"Name?" she said impatiently
Trying not to glare at her I replied "Tyler."
"Oh him, he hasn't been here since the class has started." She said.
Movement caught my eye and I saw a dark haired boy look at me strangely. Damn it, I thought. The illusion isn't working on him. A look of fear crossed his face and I could see he was about to speak. Pain shot through my shoulder and I felt my wings stiffen. Damn it why now!
"Uh," I cut in " Do you know where he lives?"
"Um yea on the top floor." she said, now looking at me strangely.
"Thanks." I said breathlessly and exited.
With no time to spare I rushed to my room. The window was still open and I jumped out of it. Winds filled with air and I breathed a sigh of relief as the tension eased. The wind was in my favor, helping me making my way upwards. Suddenly it stopped and I dropped. My stomach flipped and I smiled. This was the fun part.
I kept dropping until I passed below the smaller buildings that cast permanent shadows on the ground. The guys with the black car were still parked near the building. But they didn't notice as I flew over them about 50 feet in the air. Flapping my wings I started to make my way up towards the roof again.
They said something but I ignored them. They shouted below me, and the thought of the illusion not working crossed my mind. Glancing back the shorter one held a gun aimed at me.