Short but.. hey.. who cares?
Just wrote a bit.. not wildly sure where it's gunna go, just writing it as it comes to me. Sorta.
Meh, see where it goes. At least it's progress.
It was still Wednesday. Evening, now, and the hours of the day were drawing quickly to a close. Alan had a limited amount of time for things to go horribly wrong today. Considering that he'd spent the morning on fire, the rest of the day had been more than pleasant.
Then the blonde-haired man showed up a second time.
Things went down hill in a hand basket.
Full of disgusting things.
On fire.
Heading hastily into hell.
Daren was out. Evening class. Alan had a few things laid out across his bed, even more things decorating his cramped desk. The night was supposed to go toward studying and homework. But with the blonde-haired fellow standing there in his doorway, still in that suit, still with those shades, adjusting his tie almost uncomfortably. There was something odd about the man. Very odd. And it had Alan wondering if perhaps this blonde man was the one not human and Alan was the guy that had the right bead on things.
Maybe he should've checked the news? Seen if anyone escaped from a mental institution.
"Can we talk?" The man finally said.
"Um... about what?"
"Well, it's about your... ah..." the blonde man looked around the hall, leaned in, finishing the sentence in a whisper, "condition."
"Me not being..." Alan, playing the game, leaned in to whisper as well, "human?"
A nod. Slow, almost uncertain. Alan fought the urge to roll his eyes. He supposed he should still be uncomfortable around this man, even with the guy so obviously uncomfortable in Alan's presence, yet he wasn't nearly as put off as he had been before. Perhaps it was the odd accusations or it was indeed that the man was so awkward that it made these matters more tongue in cheek and less the sky is falling.
Alan got up from where he sat and followed the blonde man outside. He pulled that trick with the key again, closing Alan's door and opening it once more just to show off off a plain room. Alan went back into the room, a little more uncomfortable than before. After all, he still knew this was his dorm room. Even if it appeared different.
"You know, I don't even have a name for you yet." Alan remarked as he rubbed at his face, feeling what a day or two of not shaving did to it. Not much, for those curious.
"Adam? That okay for now?" Alan quirked an eyebrow but nodded.
"Adam it is."
They sat there for a moment, opposite each other. Silent. Alan thought this Adam fellow would be the type to twiddle his thumbs, to let his eyes wander, but the man remained static. Until he adjusted his tie again. Alan was just about to wonder if this could get any more uncomfortable as the blonde fellow spoke again.
"About this whole thing, I just want to say, um, I never wanted it to be, you know, to be you." Alan rose his eyebrows at this, curious as to how he was meant to take that statement. "That is, well, you're not alone."
"Yeah, you covered that. Not human. Not alone."
"Yes, right, well I forgot to clarify." A pause. Alan's eyebrows furrow in concentration. Adam straightens his tie again, adjusts glasses. "I mean, you're not alone because there are others out there."
"Yup. got it."
"Others that want to, you know, hurt you." A pause. That certainly got Alan's heart to skip a beat. "And stuff."
"Hurt me... how?"
"Like to death. Hurt you to death. With violence."
Meh, see where it goes. At least it's progress.
It was still Wednesday. Evening, now, and the hours of the day were drawing quickly to a close. Alan had a limited amount of time for things to go horribly wrong today. Considering that he'd spent the morning on fire, the rest of the day had been more than pleasant.
Then the blonde-haired man showed up a second time.
Things went down hill in a hand basket.
Full of disgusting things.
On fire.
Heading hastily into hell.
Daren was out. Evening class. Alan had a few things laid out across his bed, even more things decorating his cramped desk. The night was supposed to go toward studying and homework. But with the blonde-haired fellow standing there in his doorway, still in that suit, still with those shades, adjusting his tie almost uncomfortably. There was something odd about the man. Very odd. And it had Alan wondering if perhaps this blonde man was the one not human and Alan was the guy that had the right bead on things.
Maybe he should've checked the news? Seen if anyone escaped from a mental institution.
"Can we talk?" The man finally said.
"Um... about what?"
"Well, it's about your... ah..." the blonde man looked around the hall, leaned in, finishing the sentence in a whisper, "condition."
"Me not being..." Alan, playing the game, leaned in to whisper as well, "human?"
A nod. Slow, almost uncertain. Alan fought the urge to roll his eyes. He supposed he should still be uncomfortable around this man, even with the guy so obviously uncomfortable in Alan's presence, yet he wasn't nearly as put off as he had been before. Perhaps it was the odd accusations or it was indeed that the man was so awkward that it made these matters more tongue in cheek and less the sky is falling.
Alan got up from where he sat and followed the blonde man outside. He pulled that trick with the key again, closing Alan's door and opening it once more just to show off off a plain room. Alan went back into the room, a little more uncomfortable than before. After all, he still knew this was his dorm room. Even if it appeared different.
"You know, I don't even have a name for you yet." Alan remarked as he rubbed at his face, feeling what a day or two of not shaving did to it. Not much, for those curious.
"Adam? That okay for now?" Alan quirked an eyebrow but nodded.
"Adam it is."
They sat there for a moment, opposite each other. Silent. Alan thought this Adam fellow would be the type to twiddle his thumbs, to let his eyes wander, but the man remained static. Until he adjusted his tie again. Alan was just about to wonder if this could get any more uncomfortable as the blonde fellow spoke again.
"About this whole thing, I just want to say, um, I never wanted it to be, you know, to be you." Alan rose his eyebrows at this, curious as to how he was meant to take that statement. "That is, well, you're not alone."
"Yeah, you covered that. Not human. Not alone."
"Yes, right, well I forgot to clarify." A pause. Alan's eyebrows furrow in concentration. Adam straightens his tie again, adjusts glasses. "I mean, you're not alone because there are others out there."
"Yup. got it."
"Others that want to, you know, hurt you." A pause. That certainly got Alan's heart to skip a beat. "And stuff."
"Hurt me... how?"
"Like to death. Hurt you to death. With violence."