And on the elevator way down, Luca just looked back up at David. Being a few inches shorter than David, she felt a little powerless. Especially considering the fact when David took down Kaylon. It was a bit....
I don't know what to describe it. Feels weird.
But just looking back up at him, there was instantaneously something wrong with him. Those wolfish eyes, those marvelous irises of brown... there was something missing in them. They were dull now, seemed black with no light penetrating the cornea. No scintillating jewlery, only silence. And the monophonic sound of the elevator going down was all there was.
All there was.
And just a beep sounded off. Luca looked slightly up at the source of the sound, the first floor. She could've been a fennec. But the wolf did nothing but look forward, hungry for a fare that he didn't have.
And the doors opened slightly, allowing more light to permit itself into another space. The wolf never bothered to keep to himself, he easily left the space to his new partners. And then Luca left as well, without a single word. The current carried her along, caressing her. Telling her everything will be alright. Even though her first step was her last, she still remained there. Somehow, in some way. Maybe a part of her decided that she didn't want to leave, maybe her home was there.
Soon, there was nothing but a hollow space with a hollow absolute. And she looked at the doors when they closed, trapping her in there. And she looked up at the display, where she only saw the number there. Two doors, numerous buttons, three walls.
But only one. One.
Maybe the elevator will go up someday. Maybe it'll go up soon. To a floor that's higher than our own, or maybe just a floor higher. Looking with those eyes, arms outstretched. Or maybe reluctant but maybe soon, with their arms outstretched.
But right now, it's just silent. Absolutely silent.
And in the parking lot, there the SUV was. All red, idle in it's parking space and all alone. Luca and David just stood there, looking at the car. David, unusually, just went a second after. Breath tightened a little more. But just there, Luca just looked at it once more and stayed where she was. Maybe she was starting to feel a little homesick; she was a little homesick. And right there, clutching her luggage, she felt her heart drop a few floors and then stop. Possibly crushed or squeezed so hard into a pulp, it hurts. It hurts so bad.
But right there, the first step. Followed by another and another and another, evolving into a simple walk. And she could see the lights, the lights.
David opened the trunk, raising itself slowly and surely under the pipe-lined industrial ceiling of the parking lot. Then he turned around to face Luca, looking straight in the eye. Looking depressed and half-awake. He pointed to her suitcase, asking without a word to her if he could put it in there. Without even a doubt, she gave him a speedy glance of confusion. And then stepped aside, leaving her luggage there and entering the passenger seat in the front.
And looking at the back of the car, he stared at the empty space. There. He remembered the first time that Luca and Kaylon came here. And how there were two bags in the trunk of the car when they arrived. And now there was only one of the bags left, coupled with his backpack. With a simple, quiet, mental heave-ho, he used his legs and his arms to put the luggage in the trunk of the car. Then he swung the mass of the backpack off his left shoulder, then his left arm until it slid into his hand.
And the empty space at home. And the empty space here. And the empty space in his heart, filler that he seemed to have left at home.
Home.
Where?
And then his eyes twitched, but they stayed the same. Staring at the empty space, where it burned down in front of him. And maybe a tear came flowing down his cheek, maybe it didn't. But it felt like one did.
After staring at it for a while, he blinked his eyes a couple of times to stop the particle bath that was floating around in his eyes. Something like that. And he extended his arm back up to the handle, then swung it back down. The door halted for a minute, tired from it's torture before the hand of God proclaimed it's will and slammed the door all the way.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Standing there for a bit, the Father seemed to lead the exodus away from the obstruction in the way. Something the Father didn't want to have, let alone support in his adventure through the Hell that was his life. An omen, a bad sign. A trashcan, no one regards it's history or what it's been through.
There, a tear. And more pain, more thoughts swirling around in his head. More pain crushing his heart, giving him the dark ring-like glare in his wolfish, blood-lusting eyes. His lost, cold eyes. Dead eyes, like a corpse. But his heart wanted to collapse then and there, a tear. Nothing else would help him there and he just stared into space, lost in time. Lost in faith. Lost in life, just walking somewhere without even knowing why there is a mountain.
And then a hand on his shoulder. He looked down again and saw Luca looking up to him, a slight smile on her face. And he couldn't do anything there, he could only stare and try to not cry. But it all failed him, he could not do so and started to cry again.
But he didn't.
She left to go in the car, following her into the driver's seat while she took the passenger. In the ignition switch, his wrist swiveled to the side to turn on the car again. A silent purr in a space again. The wheels turning around. The scene moving in a motion picture, some still frames passing per the seconds faster than the others. As he glanced back at Luca, she still retained her fixture on the window but the fox then turned her head a bit.
To reveal the corners of her wary eyes, kissing and caressing the corners of those beautiful eyes with those ocean eyes. The beauty that lied within the dead blackness of those eyes. And for a moment, it became like the soda she saw.
But only for a brief moment.
And then, he shifted the clutch into drive. And then out the garage they went. No more keeping track of time, no more being rational in the eyes of the world, no more time for anything. All that was there was the road, the journey and the destination. Nothing more, nothing less.
And then everything was silent, like a girl in the bathroom. Dumb as the bells ringing in some far off land. Maybe the lights would distract him for a while, or at least the scenery would be enough. But downtown was no longer the place it was for David, it was now just nothing. It could've been just buildings, but nothing stands for buildings. And it no longer was the city which Luca was interested in before. It was now dull and lifeless, carried on it's shoulders by lifeless shells because nothing stands for buildings.
But after a while, there was something that couldn't be explained. One minute, there was the urban cityscape that became gloomier and gloomier within the day. And then the other, there was nothing except the road and the sky. Nothing on the sides. And the road was as plain as it could be, cracked like a person and as worn out as a face on his head.
But for some reason, the sky. It was the sky that was magnificent. The sky was full of clouds, more clouds than what he usually saw in the twilight - nothing but sky and a few lines among the canvas. Now, it was as if darkness and light had a child and the child was the middle ground of it all, genetics emphasizing this. And for some reason, it was meant to be a depressive blue, the ones on the Polaroid photos, that saturated the cotton swabs as their alcohol. But it wasn't depressive, nor dark. It was some sort of a hopeful mood or reminder to him that all was not lost, or at the very least reminded him that there was something left in this world after all. At the very least.
And then the fucking horn.
Snapped out of his dreamy mood, he was easily angered. And you could tell by the sheer anger on his face that he stopped then and there, slapping the girl right out of her indifferent mood now. And then some more honks from the car behind him. Honk! Honk, honk, honk, honk! HONK!!!!
So much anger, he couldn't control it. The wolf was being let out of his cage, with a hungry growl and a truculent bark. And his eyes became filled with a dark brown-red opalescent color that matched his mood.
And he got out of the car while Luca looked on from the car, still inside.
He walked straight up to the other car and knocked on the window violently. And with each passing second the window rolled down, the more he got angrier. Inside the car was a woman, a pretty reasonably young one, in the driver's seat. He couldn't tell if there were cans in the car or something else. But there was a woman, that was obvious.
"What the hell do you want?" She barked at him.
"Why did you fucking honk at me, you bitch?!!" He responded back.
"Oh, get over it. And get the fuck out of my way."
Angered, he started to kick the side of her door so hard it started to dent a little. Enraged, the woman came out of the car with fists clenched.
"Hey, you! What the fuck are you doing to my car?!"
And his wolfish gaze turned to the woman once more. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU SLUT!!! I'M DONE FUCKING AROUND!!"
And his fist wheeled back, aiming for the soft face to hopefully give her reminder to not fuck with him again. But before he could do so, Luca.
A silence, then a grunt.
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