n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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After Luther left, Five wrote a note to my attackers, Hazel and Cha Cha.
After he sent it off, we grabbed Luther before we got into the car and headed towards the meet up spot to give them their 'briefcase'.
We sit in silence for a while, before Five breaks it. "You know, I never enjoyed it."
"What?" asks Luther, not knowing what Five is talking about.
"The killing." says Five. "I mean, I was... I was good at my work, and I... I took pride in it. But it never gave me pleasure."
"I think it was all those years alone. Solitude can do funny things to the mind." says Five, turning back towards me.
"Yeah, well, you were gone for such a long time. Both of you were." Luther says, acknowledging my presence. "I only spent four years on the moon, but that was more than enough. It's the being alone that breaks you. How about you Marah?"
"I was never really alone. I was always running from something." I say, remembering my time in Hell. "It was either the devil, or the demons who tortured me, or even the souls that were trapped there who were trying to possess me so that they could get back to the land of the living."
There's silence after I speak. I look out the window at the open fields around us. It's calming, knowing there's a place that's this calm. Luther breaks the silence this time.
"You think they'll buy it?" Luther asks, looking at the 'briefcase' that we put a bunch of metal in to make it heavier.
"Well, what I do know is that they're desperate." says Five, glancing at the briefcase and then back at the road in front of us. "It's like a cop losing his gun. If the Commission finds out, they'll be in deep shit. Oh, not to mention the fact that they'll be stuck here until they get it back."
"Well, I should hold onto it." Luther states, putting his hand on the briefcase.
"Hm?" questions Five.
"In case they make a move on you." Luther says, going back into his Number One role.
"Okay, Luther, but be careful." Five starts, giving a speech as he's lived over fifty years now. "I mean, I've... I've lived a long life, but... you're still a young man. You got your whole life ahead of you. Don't waste it."
Luther looks at his like he's crazy. I move closer to Five and squeeze his hand, as I hear a car approaching. We all look out the car to see a blue car drive past us and park down the street, with Hazel and Cha Cha stepping out from the vehicle.
"Hm... Here we go." says Five, getting out of the car and opening the door for me as well.
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