Too Good to feel Comfortable
CHAPTER 14
-PART TWO-
MUSIC ON: End of the World
(…music starts to play…)
Why does the sun go on shining?
The road was a smooth black river; sort wheels float so effortlessly along. And so as our wheels made its steady way along. A two-passenger, front-engine, rear-drive sports car the famous 1966 Volvo 1800s, raised down the freeway, travelling the direction where the Pita Club Bomber Shop located. Knight-Drain Pendelton was sitting in front of the passenger seat with so much soft leather around him.
Why does the sea rush to shore?
A painted black with gold striping, and they were typically ordered as Sport coupes with gold Deluxe interiors, the 1967 Chevrolet Camaro Black Panther, as Price has a taste of royalty, it has a deluxe interior fitted the cars with such items as molded door panels, a trunk mat, seat trim, bright pedals and roof rail moldings.
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
While Gray pulled his 1978 AMC Matador a hundred thousand pounds' worth of German engineering. consisted of a staid four door sedan, a station wagon, and an uninspired two-door hardtop.
'Cause you don't love me anymore
Why do the birds go on singing?
Without awareness Knight-Lock overturned his 1966 Ford Mustang Convertible on the road, his car moved over the highway, lights on full beam.
Bastards.
Why do the stars glow above?
The scenery took on an almost meditative quality, the light igniting the hues of each tree and home. The road doesn't rise and don't sink. It stretches onward, hugging the land, taking each turn in easy stride. It is a grey that has welcomed many suns, become silvery as it soaked in the rays. I let my eyes run over each hue, seeing imperfections as if it was the first time, yet feeling that as details created by an artistic hand, they render it more beautiful. The streets are the most private of public spaces, much the same as walking in a country lane in some rural place. Yet if you are okay with solitude, if you matured passed the point of loneliness to feel your own worth, there is a vibrancy here that can uplift the soul.
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
As we reach the said location we immediately pulled our wheels into a parking spot on Main Street.
Hearing the sound of bell located on top of the door makes me feel at home blend it with the aroma from the shop's kitchen.
It feels so good.
"God knows how I missed this place" Knight-Lock stated as we come inside and smell the aroma of cooked decker.
We entered at a specific red door with "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on it.
"This is my bunker where I worked on series of tasks and cases." Knight-Drain stated as he walks first on our way in.
We immediately go downstairs; his so-called bunker contains a beige sort museum type of retro computers. The kind in the 90s with a giant CRT monitors and noisy hard disks & fans. "buzz" and "hum" are not as noisy as this one.
"This place was pretty cool Drain" Price utters as he looks around and touch the things as if it was in the royal movies.
"Thanks!" he calmly stated while checking something on his computer.
"how often do you stay in here?" Gray utter as he sits on a couch
"hmm… once or twice a week I guess? Yesterday I spent some hours here with… We're just you know talked about something" he said as he tries to put some convincing tone on his voice
"with whom?" I asked
"nothing… it's not that important" he utters
"he's with Agatha Brown" Knight-Lock stated while holding a leather bag with a customized name plate on it.
"L-look its nothing… okay! We just talk" Drain tries to explain his side while looking directly on my eyes, instead of looking at him I just look at the books on his left side.
A growling silence covered each one of us. Observing the surroundings, I can sense that he still staring at me, Price do his thing and so with the others. I know this is not the right time for the so-called dramas.
It ended when I lost your love
Lurking around in the place searching for things that I can deal with but instead I find myself walking to the door way out. I smile a little when I smell the delicious savory scent of the food. I decided to go on a cabin like veranda of the shop and sit on a wood log style chair and take a deep breath.
I reach my pocket for a cigarette and lit it for a little smoke.
The wrinkled toxic stick had a slow creeping stench. Within moments its chemicals invaded everything, from a sickly yellow film over my skin to the air in my lungs. The cigarette smoke had this entitlement, to be closer than some subway creep breathing in face, touching as if random yet calculated.
God! I missed this relaxation.
I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Like a canon, my chest pushes out smoke in rapid, deliberate bursts. Hazy O-rings float upward, distorting and twisting along their wayward path. When perfectly executed, smoking is its own art form. It does not work with hands but instead with his lungs, throat, and lips. With these simple tools I exhale transitory sculptures cast of billions of vibrating Nitrogen and Hydrogen gas particles momentarily coming together to create clouds of milky white intoxication. Every puff is accompanied by the sound of delicate trichrome incinerating and crackling, releasing a familiar scent which once known can never be forgotten. The sweet and musky aroma hints of citrus and pine. In a state of utter relaxation, I watch as the smoke rhythmically dissipates, one ring after another, and settles to form a layer of dancing fog near the ceiling.
"Didn't I tell you not to smoke?"
I gasp and stop smoking when I heard that statement from him. I immediately look to the direction where the voice came from. There he is standing as if he was a mighty hero holding a plate and my favorite strawberry milkshake.
"G-Gray" I utter out of disbelief
"You sounded like you seen a ghost!" he stated while chuckling. He walks towards my direction and sit beside me. He put the plate and the glass on the table and get one cigarette from the case and lit it.
"So relaxing" he whispers as he blows the addictive smoke from the stick
"Indeed" I agreed on his statement
Why everything's the same as it was?
A moment of silence engulfs on both of us. I didn't bother to say something, I just lay my head on his shoulder and try to relax myself.
"About Price—"
"I'm sorry I had to hide it" I utter without breaking any position
"Silly!" I heard him chuckles "It's not your fault… It's not Price' fault too… I was just tired back then and upset… my emotion mixed too much that makes me furious and out of control" He stated sincerely as he continues to smoke
"Are you still mad at me?" I asked him
"Nah! I'm not mad at you and If you want to know if I am mad at Price, no I'm not… It's just that… I feel something inside me… I feel like I was betrayed… You and Price was the only person I trusted… My life depends to the both of you… I just… just didn't imagine life without him either you" He stated at I hear sobs
But instead of asking him I just hug him tight and whispered. "Where not going to leave you"
"Hey! That's unfair!"
Gray and I look at his direction, he was like a baby who wants to cry. We both laugh as he runs towards our direction and sit beside my other side.
"You're so Gay Price Williams" Gray teasingly stated
"Fuck you! I heard everything asshole! You're the one who's gay!" Price teases back
"Nah! you two are gay" I stated and the three of us laugh. We stayed on that position as it gives the three of us relaxation and satisfaction.
"Hey! What happened back there?" I ask them
"Happened what?" Gray ask as if he didn't do anything
"At our research silly!" Price murmurs while biting on the double decker that Gray bought for me
"Hey! That's for Angelycko!" Gray hissed with an irritated voice
"Shut up! I'm hungry" Price just eat the meal as if he doesn't eat any food in his entire life.
"the moment when you left was pretty intense" Gray utters as he lit another stick of cigarette.
"What? Why? What happened?" I ask him
"Your stupid brother wants to confront your selfish little boyfriend—"
"ex-boyfriend" Price corrected Gray's statement
"whatever" Gray raised his eyebrows and look at me
"and then?" I ask for more
"I just… I just drag him outside and then we talk that no matter how we love you still it's between you two if you want to clarify things… we don't have the right to just barge and do shits like before" Gray utters
"Damn you! your maturing!" Price teases him.
I can't understand,
But instead of getting an answer he just takes a deep breath and blow out the smoke. Gray has a point, since the day Knight-Drain seems to changed we haven't talk about our relationship, it just happened that he doesn't love me and he doesn't care and here I am playing affected on everything he's been acting.
Feelings changed too fast.
I didn't manage to talk, it was like I run out of words to say and my emotions is mere like trembling inside.
I want to shout
I want to cry
But there's a part of me controlling it.
I want to ask him how he feels towards me, when we talk about the case, when we touch for the very last moment. I want to ask him why?
This is too much
no, I can't understand
For all I know is that, I just don't want to hurt him, I'm doing this thing because I do love him but instead of getting love from him, he just… I just get hurt physically, mentally even emotionally.
"Hey! What's on your mind?" Price whispers against my ears
"Mind sharing your thoughts little girl?" Gray teasingly utter
"I'm not a little girl anymore!" I hissed
"no you're not! You little stubby brat!" Price hissed as he patted my head
"Listen! I killed hundred men and one supremo-"
"okay stop it! You're getting creepier!" Price said
"We just want to see you smile… we don't see you smile genuinely since the day he changed" Gray commented and signals the waiter and ordered a mug of brewed
Am I?
"Bloody hell!" Gray mocked
"Lock and Drain was here" Price utters as we see them walking towards our direction holding a papers
How life goes on the way it does
"Guys! We discovered something" Lock stated happily
His happy face turns into serious one as he notices that we are all serious in that very moment. I notices glance but I manage no to look at him.
"It's everything alright?" Lock asks
Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
"Yep! Everything was fine until that bastard Pendelton arrived" I whisper sarcastically. I heard Price chuckles after hearing my statement, punching him slight giving a sign that we should act normal.
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye
"According to a les escritoires article on the year 1820, Rose Myers and Rudolf Myers was not a couple" Pendelton suddenly open the topic
"oh really? Break ups are popular these days" Gray teasingly asked with his British accent.
"Hey! Let's just be serious, we don't have much time for jokes and stupid stuffs" Pendelton stated as his voice was too cold to handle
Why does my heart go on beating?
I stop smoking as I saw something in the woods. My system frantic as I sense that someone was holding a snipper and merely want to shoot someone.
"Lycko are you okay?" Knight-Lock stated as he notices my reaction.
"I-in the woods" I manage to talk without removing any stare at that direction.
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
As the words came out from my mouth, they don't move and literally freezes and minimizes the movements and slightly grabbing every guts they have.
"Look at her chest… is that a laser?" Gray utters
"Sniper" Lock utters as he prepared his gun.
Yeah I know
I froze from that very moment when I realize that the gun was pointing on me.
I feel helpless
I feel that any moment I'll bleed
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
He was lying in a bush; it gave him the best cover. Nature made the best camouflage, the best cameo gear didn't come close. It could easily be picked apart by powerful binoculars with a keen eye. He moved into the prone position, looking through his sort of night-vision scope. Nothing. He flicked to his infrared. I am hundred percent sure that he was here to assassinate one of us, or me. He aimed down the scope.
My eyes started to feel watery. I can't barely what they're mocking. My heart was pounding like hell. On the point of firing he remembered the ruddy great big silencer, a thud as he turned and pulled the trigger.
A loud plain high pitch sound was the only thing I heard before everything went dark.
It ended when you said goodbye
MUSIC SUDDENLY STOPS
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