A New Type of Realism

(11) Road To Acceptance

Whichever it was, there was still that little niggling thought at the back of my mind that gave me a slight uneasiness whenever he looked directly into my eyes. It was as if I was a criminal who had done something so disturbingly unthinkable, and was waiting to hear the judge sentence me to death. Yes, that was the feeling. The look in his eyes, he was judging me, the look of disdain.

Even though the looks only lasted seconds, the emotion that came with them was still present. Even the blindingly brilliant smiles which he offered to me when he caught my gaze, did very little to hide what I had seen.

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 I had given Kyle the nod and had been almost certain that he knew exactly what I had meant by it. I was proven right when he sent me a nod in return, before we had excused ourselves. I hadn't offered Cooper or Slade any excuses, it would only have insulted their God-given intelligence as human-beings. They knew exactly why we had gone to have our private conversation, and exactly what it would be about.

It hadn't been long before we had crossed the room to the exit. Now, we stood in the closet that we had originally been in when we had entered the building. Nothing much had changed, apart from the moving of a few boxes to create a space just large enough for two people to have a decent conversation without it becoming 'intimate'. I waited until the door was firmly closed before I spoke.

"I don't like him." I said bluntly. There was no point in beating around the bush.

"I know, you couldn't have made it any more obvious than you already have, Dile."

"But come on! I mean, is he mentally unstable or something! He tried to KILL us! Don't try to tell me that that's normal, or even that he's not the 'violent' type!"

Kyle opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out. Instead, he looked to the side and clenched his jaw. He had one of those square jaws that made the action extremely obvious. You'd have to be blind to miss it.

He eventually turned back to me as he decided on what to say. "Well, we can't leave him here, Dile."

I laughed hysterically. "Yes, we can." I received a glare for this that would have turned me into stone had we been characters in the tale of the gorgons.

Okay, so I know Kyle isn't female and doesn't have a mass of snakes for hair, or even any hair that could resemble snakes, for that matter, but he could have had, with that glare.

"So, you're telling me, that you'll take the blame if he dies then, and if you get turned away at the pearly gates, you'll be okay with it?" Kyle said with disbelief.

"I don't believe in God."

"Christ, Dile! That's not the point! We're not leaving him here, he's coming with us and that's that! You can have your ridiculous tantrum if you want but it won't change a thing. Now, quit acting like a spoilt five-year-old and grow up."

"I can't believe you're siding with him." I nearly spat the last word as I turned to the side to stare holes in the wall. I believed it might have actually have been possible if I'd kept my deadly gaze up for long enough. I crossed my arms and sulked like no one had ever sulked before.

Suddenly, a loud noise sounded that echoed through the closet and resonated through my body as it rode a wave of pain. In my recoil from the source of the sound, I was forced backwards, resulting in my collision with a tower of boxes that had been stacked up behind me. My hand flew to my face to protect it from any further nasty surprises.