The Lovecats - McLennon

Chapter 4

6th October 1862

Paul woke up and had no knowledge about what the time was. He took his briefcase and walked down the hill. While he was reaching the nearest pub in the city center, he checked time.

11am. „Shit what am I going to do today? I'm fucking homeless," he said and hit the nearest rock on the ground.

Boredom accompanied him so he decided to go for a walk in the city. Paul saw a lot of food that people were selling. He was not even hungry after what had happened yesterday. Stomach was tightening everytime he thought about that. He was walking like that for a few hours and looking at the corners of the houses and places in the city to spot something suspicious. He was still summoned to resolve the serial killer case after all.

Paul was walking around the city for a whole day. He soon felt bored of it so he sat on a bench and lit a pipe. 'Who was this man on that bench yesterday?' He couldn't get him out of his mind. That man even looked his age and looked very pleasant and companionable to him. And his hair, god his hair, was so thick and rich with red-brown color. 'Paul what the fuck? You can't have these thoughts if it's about a man.' But he seriously found him so attractive, his body posture, sitting posion, everything. 'Sodomy is wrong and illegal, just stop having these thoughs for bloody sake. Blokes are not what you are interested in, seriously stop.' Two emotions were fighting inside of him. 'You haven't even met him yet.' This feeling was so horribly strange. He was sitting on that bench for some time, didn't even realise how long he has been there. It's been getting worse with these thoughts ever since he saw that man, it usually caused him to lose the notion of time aswell.

As the sun was slowly setting he came to a conclusion. „I need to find him and I need to talk to him." He said but nobody else could hear it, just him.

He basically wasted the whole day just because he was sitting on that bench and walking throught the city. But what else could he do anyway? Paul was homeless again and that reminded him of the time when he was kicked out of the house by his father. Jim became more violent towards him after his mother's death, that man was dealing with intense anger issues. Paul missed his mother more than anything in the world and knew it would never be the same with his father again. He haven't even seen Mike since that incident. Oh god Mike, he wondered if that lad is alright. But there was no way how he could see him again because there was all that strain between him and his father. While he was thinking about his brother, his stomach tensed, the feeling inside his stomach that he has known very well tinkled everytime he thought about something very stressful or when he felt alot emotions at the same time which made him overwhelmed. Sometimes even trauma caused that pain.

It was so compelling how his thoughts could influence his mood and physical apprehension.

Paul was always thinking. His mind was working always and all the time, there was something he had to think about constantly. Paul has never rested his brain, he just couldn't.

Soon, there was a moon peering out on the beautiful black sky full of stars.

When he was done thinking, or at least when he thought he was. He stood up from that bench and made a way to his spot under the tree on that hill.

He laid there. Paul was looking at the night sky and appreciating the look of it.

Until he closed his eyes.

~~2am 7th October 1862~~

Paul's eyes rapidly opened when he heard a loud thunder, his clothes were soaking wet already. „FUCK!" Paul shouted while he was standing up from where he was settled. He was running fast towards the city center and stopped at the first pub that he found. He opened the door and as he was walking inside, he spotted somebody who was sitting behind the counter. That was him. The man he saw yesterday who was sitting on that bench. Paul's heart skipped a beat and almost got a heart attack right there. The waitress spotted him and immeadiatlely greeted him but that man didn't look back at him. Paul swallowed couple times really hard until he felt that it was hurting his neck.

„Welcome young gentleman." The waitress smiled at him. „Feel free to get yourself seated." There were no other people in that pub, just them three. Paul, the waitress and that mysterious man.

Paul's eyes widened. 'H-how is he here?' Paul nodded and sat next to that man.

„Do you want anything to drink?" The waiteress has just interrupted his thoughts and asked sweetly. Her voice was really comforting. She had blonde hair with bangs, her hair was perfectly styled.

„A glass of vine please." Paul answered, his voice was shaking the whole time while he was speaking. The waitress just smiled baack at him. God wasn't her smile to die for?

„Hey Cyn." That man has suddenly spoken. „Please can you give me another small shot of whiskey please?"

Paul turned to look at that man. 'Oh my fucking god, his voice.' His voice was raspy but somehow gentle and so unique. Paul was not sure about what was happening in his mind in that very moment but he was absolutely astonished and overwhelmed by everything.