My Dark Scientist

12 | Adequate

"Thinking that I made the right decision
Then 2 turned to 4, I've lost track
Memories flooded as it goes black
Mistakes that I've made, just
Attack, attack
When you're this lost, most don't come back"

~The world alive, No way out

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~E L L O R A~

Hopelessly I sit down on the porch step of, apparantly, Prof. Langdon's house, facing the dirt path. Staring at the darkness infront, to which by now my eyes have gotten used to, I contemplate what actually happened...did I seriously get myself kicked out of Prof. Langdon's house?

Isn't there a saying, 'Don't imagine how the water in Mars tastes when you barely know the spelling of Astronaut'?
Okay, there isn't any such proverb. I just made it up.

But there actually is a real saying along the lines, 'Don't count the chickens before the eggs have hatched. '

And this is exactly what I have done - imagined scenarios surrounding my work, even before I gave the intervew.
Why hadn't I considered the possibility that I might not get selected in the first place? Heck, I hadn't even thought there would be an interview. I thought I was the only candidate - which I still think I am. But earliar I had assumed I was Prof. Langdon's only choice, but after getting kicked out by someone who practically lives in his house proves otherwise.

He might not be in as much dire need of me as I had thought afterall....
A thought suddenly strikes me.

....getting kicked out by someone who lives in his house....

..Is NOT equivalent to getting kicked out by he himself.

I jump up from the steps.

I need to show him my face.

I need to let him know I am here.

I need to let him know that I have come as he had asked me to.

He might not know any of this at all.

With a firm resolution, I start taking small steps around the mansion, searching for something. I don't know yet what...but anything would do.

And the darkness isn't helping at all.

After about fifteen minutes of tripping over rocks, scrambling in the darkness, getting thousand and fifty scratches from thorny bushes, a lot of which are in this compund by the way, I finally come across something, which is the only thing in the entire world, that can help me reach Prof. Langdon.

An open window.

This is my third round around the house. I had missed this the previous two times and I do not blame myself at all. I blame the darkness. The pitch blackness of this so-called human habitat.

Without wasting a second more I walk closer to the window, praying that the sill isn't out of my reach.

On reaching closer I breath a sigh of relief. It is after all in perfect height for me to climb.

For the next few minutes, I fumble in the darkness, trying to find the perfect placement for my hands. I peep through to check my landing. Once I make sure I won't be landing over anybody's head on the other side, I put pressure on my hands, and lift myself up.

I pause for a second making sure for the hundreth time there isn't anything inappropriate on the other side - before lifting my legs on the sill and finally jumping inside.

Darkness.

That's all I see the first thing after I get inside Prof. Langdon's mansion. Surprise, surprise. I wait for my eyes to get used to the darkness and even when it does, its difficult to make out the layout of the room. It might be a kitchen or a bathroom or a gym or a library or I have no idea whatsoever.