Destination Unknown -1-

Destination Unknown - Part 1 - This is how it starts.

Early autumn. It's a still evening, no wind. The sky is clear of clouds. I can see the stars and the Moon clearly. The silver rays shinning around the full circle. Beautiful night. Wish the city lights weren't getting in the way. Id love to have a walk in the wild under the full Moon, but I'm in the city. The nearest forest is too far away. Besides I got stuff to do and no time for camping. Shame - I think to myself and decide I should make a trip out of town sometime soon. Oh well. I let a sad sigh out and fix the backpack on me. The nose itches and I scratch its tip, noticing its cold. Damn, must be chilly here, but I can't feel it since I'm straight from the gym. Still steaming from all the exercise. Oh yeah, I love me some muscle pain. Although I probably shouldn't push it too far. Wouldn't want to look like a muscle babe. I chuckle to my thoughts. Better hurry up home then. I put my headphones on and feel happy since its now playing my song. Covering my head under black hood I try to be unnoticeable. Not that's its hard in this city - I think sarcastically. I hide my hands in the black jackets pockets. Yeah I'm wearing all black. No it's not my favorite color. I like all of them. Heh. I look at the road mostly and move fast. I'm in a good mood.

It takes around 40 minutes for me to get home. A small house away from the center of the city. All to myself. Away from tall anthill like houses with hordes of noisy people filling them. I pass a brilliant sing with some advertisement. I rarely look at it, but it serves as a marker for me. It tells me that I have been walking for half an hour. Home is close. Yay. I really want some hot chocolate with cinnamon and to sit down and read the latest book on occult I got from my Uni's library. I feel a smile creep, can't help it. I like my studies at the Symbolism and Sacred Knowledge faculty. I'm already walking in my neighborhood of small houses, down a straight road. Fences everywhere. People keeping to themselves.

Hold on – I tell myself and focus my attention on the street and my surroundings. Something ain't right here. Empty and darker then I usually remember this street at this hour. The lamps are flickering. Such an ominous thing that is. Scary…just like in the movies, and then WHAM something pops out aaaaand it now gives me an uneasy feeling. I don't even see lights on in people's homes. I quicken my pace. I should be fine; I'm 5 minutes from home base. I look behind to make sure I'm totally alone, but when I turn my head back I stop in place the very instant. The smeg is that? My face expresses surprise and concern. I see a tall figure standing across the entrance to my house. Waiting for me? Great, just dandy! – I exclaim in my head. He stands casually leaning against the lamppost with light barely shining out of it, but at least it's not flickering.

Okays, lets see: he's wearing a hat, long coat and has his hands hidden in pockets. I have no idea who he is and what he will do, but I definitely ain't just passing by with my back turned. That would be stupid. No. The correct approach is to turn the smeg around and run like crazy. And yell. Definitely yell. That didn't help me at all, I'm still tense. C'mon Brain, come up with an idea! Come up and talk to him, you say? Whose side you are on anyways…? I sigh, well here goes nothing. I start moving and try to make obviously sturdy steps. Show no fear and that you are not someone to mess around with. Look big, girl! He lifts his head up and focuses in my direction. Oh SMEG! Can't even see his face. Stupid lamppost, why you no work? I slow down and watch him lazily move the left hand out of his pocket. Really hoping he's just going to yawn/sneeze and walk away. Go on, shoo! But no, he takes something out instead and shows it to me. I can't see well in this light. I frown trying to make out the image. A flower. A rose.

I come up very close and dodge his offering by turning and leaning with my back towards the fence door. Thankfully I didn't close it when I left and it just creaked and opened under my weight.
"No, thanks!" – I say to him indifferently, my voice ringing in the silence. I head to my house walking backwards and keeping an eye on him. I get my keys out and when my back hits the door I blindly look for the lock. Luckily I find it fast enough and then vanish into the darkness of my house and at the last moment I note him giving a rather large smile. I quickly close the door. And start breathing again. Damn, those were the longest 40 seconds of my life! And that smile. Where's my hot chocolate. I need the comfort of my study, book and a soothing drink. Well I'm not shacking, that's good. I get scared, but only because it's fun and refreshing. I never feel fear. It's going to be a sad day when that happens. A sad day indeed. I stare at the floor and listen to the silence.

Well enough of that! I put my backpack in the corner, take off the sneakers, then my jacket and put it on the hanger. I walk into the room take a left turn and head up the stairs to the second floor. Go straight to my bedroom to change my cloths. I shuffle in my closet and pick a greenish pair of pants that are slightly too long for me and a bright, cheery yellow t-shirt, then head back downstairs to the kitchen and get my delicious drink ready. And back to the second floor and into the study.  I get comfortable in my wide chair, my legs up in a kind of lotus position. Good thing the chair has wheels. I open the large old book and the first thing my Brain thinks is:
You should get a bat. One for each room.
The smeg Brain, why?
Just in case you need to swing some faces off.
Damn it Brain. Read now, think about violence later!
Okay!

And we began to read. Word after word. Page after page. Time ran by. I do not notice. Finally my eyes get very tired. I force myself from the book and look at the clock. Aaaaah, it's already midnight. I move my hands over my face, brushing off the tiredness and stretch out then yawn. Yeah, time to sleep. I scratch my side and yawn one more time. I need to get up slowly and carefully, my legs and knees hurt from sitting in such a position for so long. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. The blood rushes back making me feel needles in my feet. I get up and stretch the legs out. Oh yeah, that feels sooo very good. Right! I take my cup, see there's some chocolate left at the bottom. So I bend backwards to get the last drop of cold sweetness from it. Aw it's solid now. Disappointed, I walk down to the kitchen and leave my cup by the sink. I return to the study to close the book, give it a pat. That's a good reading right there. Yes sir, indeed. I turn off the light and head to my bedroom for a well deserved rest. I fall asleep soon as I get comfortable.
Sweet Dreams!
Thanks Brain! You too!