Sunday, August 14, 2011

Another Meeting

 Nate answered the door yesterday. He looked tired. I mean tired. He had bags under his eyes and his gait was wobbly. He was shaking really bad. He said he was sorry for not answering the door but he has been really busy the past few days. I asked him what and he closed the door on my face. I did the only thing I could do. I waited outside until he came out.

He did. After half an hour. “Go home,” he said.

I refused. I had questions. I wanted answers, so I asked him about those creatures.

I'll try to write the conversation to the best of my abilities.

K: “What are they?”

N: “I don't know.”

K: “What can you tell me about them?”

N: “I don't even know what they are. How the hell can I tell you anything?”

K: “Try your best?”

N: “All I know is that there are doors appearing and whenever one opens the door there's this city. This fucking city. How the hell is that even possible? And Des-”

He looked like he was about to say something but he stopped himself. I wonder if something bad happened, so I didn't push it. I can get that information later.

N: “And there's this boy who followed me around, complaining about being cold and singing creepy tunes. Now are you happy with your new information?”

I didn't answer him. To say I was happy would be a lie. To say I was unhappy is another lie.

I just wanted information. That was all that mattered to me. That is all that matters. Information. I like to gather information. No, there are other things that matter. I think.

I know the Archive  has information, but I like other people's ideas?, facts?, whatever, on these creatures.

My life is pretty much mudane compared to the others. I just hope it stays that way.

2 comments:

  1. He probably met the Cold Boy. The Doors, and the Empty City... well, those he should probably stay away from unless you want your friend to disappear. Forever.

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  2. I don't want that.

    Man this reply is late.

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