Happy New Year everyone! I just want inform you all that school starts up again tomorrow :( and I will be slower at updating. School sucks :p. Anyway, here's chapter 2! I spent a lot of time on this one and I hope you all enjoy it!
Ariadne's P.O.V.
"Arthur?"
"Ariadne listen to me! Please get to the college as quick as you can." The emotionless point man commanded in a tone that Ariadne would describe as concern.
She didn't answer right away. Awkward silence.
"Are you still there?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, yes I'm here I'm heading to the college now," she replied.
"Please hurry," Arthur tartly responded.
Ariadne set down the phone shakily; events were happening so swiftly. Arthur thought that her silence meant she was frightened but it was for a very different reason. The very fact that Arthur knew her phone number, Arthur called her, and Arthur talked to her was enough to make shivers go up and down her petite frame. Then she remembered how bored and lonely she was for a year and began feeling prickles of annoyance accompany the shivers down her spine. She hadn't seen him for a year and he makes one phone call and expects to jump back into her life. Well, she wouldn't make things easy for him. She didn't want him to know that his gelled back hair, dark chocolate colored eyes, and expensive suits floated through her mind enough times to unsettle herself. Sure, she had a few boyfriends before but none of them even compared to Arthur – His suave manner and gentlemanly actions were enough to make any woman swoon. And she was sure he attracted beautiful model-like women that she couldn't even compare to. Nope, she could not let her emotions show.
Realizing why Arthur called in the first place she hurriedly grabbed a brown over-the-shoulder purse and threw in a few essentials – her phone, apartment key, some money, and as an afterthought grabbed a can of pepper spray that her dad got her when she moved to Paris. It was more of a joke, really, but if it would come in handy today then she wouldn't complain about her dad's overprotective nature anymore. She glanced at the clock, which read 9:43 am, one last time before heading out the door. The walk to the college never took long, 15 minutes at most.
Arthur's P.O.V.
"Bloody hell what is taking our dear architect so long?" Eames wondered aloud.
He wanted to tell Eames to shut up, she was probably almost to the college where him and Eames were waiting in a car out front, but he was wondering the same thing. He glanced at the clock. The soft white glow of the car's clock blinked 10:01.
Ariadne's P.O.V.
~10 minutes earlier~
She was approaching her favorite coffee shop. Her neck tingled; she was having a strong sense of déjà vu. She half turned her head to the right. Her breath hitching, she noticed a man in a black suit and sunglasses walking about a block behind her. Fingering her totem, she wondered if she was losing it. She picked up her pace and glanced behind again. Same guy, but he was walking quicker now. Recalling the last part of her dream, she abruptly stopped, causing an elderly couple walking behind her to sidestep into the road to avoid crashing into her while muttering angrily. She couldn't hear everything they whispered but she caught the words young people these days and no courtesy.
What to do? Should she keep walking and risk being blown up by the street? Was the street even going to explode? Why was she worrying so much over one dream? The guy in the suit might not even be following her! Mustering her courage, she placed one foot on the road as the walk signal flashed on the other side. She counted her steps as she walked across…1…2…CRASH!
She was vaguely aware of a wet substance trickling down her face and the screams. Then, blackness.
Arthur's P.O.V.
He hated clocks. He always had. Tick, tock, tick, tock events occur and time goes on. Tick, tock, tick, tock people die and the earth keeps rotating. Tick, tock, tick, tock every flash of the car's clock reminds him that he was too slow, he acted too late, he couldn't save her.
"It is now 10:05 and the munchkin still isn't here. Should we look for her?" Eames broke his trance.
"Shit." He muttered. 10:05? Where had the time gone? Tick, tock, tick, tock the car's clock mocked him. Too slow, too late, too slow, too late. He had to push it out of his mind. He had to forgive himself. You better hurry up or else Ariadne could end up like her. His thoughts whispered evilly. "Shut up." He muttered aloud.
"I'm sorry love, what was that?" Eames asked tauntingly. "Not speaking to ourselves again are we?"
"I'm fine." He tersely replied. "Let's go find Ariadne."
He was driving and Eames was searching for their Architect. They knew where she lived because he had her address memorized. He told himself he knew every detail there was to find on the internet about her because it was standard background check on all team members; he wouldn't admit that she deeply intrigued him. Those soft, caramel colored doe eyes, the glossy brown hair, and the way she smiled. Her smile made him smile. Lost in his thoughts he didn't notice it until the last minute. Both the point man and forger dropped their jaws like those silly characters in cartoons. Except there was nothing remotely funny about the scene in front of them.
"What the-."
"Holy sh-."
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