A look inside the soul

Chapter 5

CAIN

I bring my ass back inside, heading to the lower floors of the building.

Reaching the first floor, which Cyan just entered, I start : "You fine?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He responds, without even looking my way.

"Don't know," I glance around. "What were you doing?"

"I was out of cigarettes. What's up with the questions?" His gaze meets mine.

I shrug. "You're getting watched," I let out in a joking tone. "Not sure she was actually following."

"Well, I didn't see anything."

"Black or really dark brown hair? Around five foot four? Brown leather jacket?"

"Nope," He shrugs. "What would even be the point? I think you're thinking too much this time. Even if I was followed, she only knows what type of cigarettes I smoke and where I went."

"Right," I give in.

She was obviously following him, but she couldn't gain enough information.

Guess I'll just watch her in case this goes too far.

Cyan has other things to do anyway than watching over a potential stalker. Stalker is a big word.

The curiosity from earlier is coming up to the surface a bit.

When I perceived her, I thought I already knew her from somewhere. I'm sure I've already seen her. She was in big large jeans, probably three times her size. A messenger bag, she's potentially a student.

"Any news from Nate?" He cuts me off my thoughts.

"No." I haven't seen her in a while. "She's probably off doing some eldest daughter stuff."

Nate has always been the type to dissapear without leaving any trace behind, then come back a few days or even weeks after, not telling us a word about it. And she's not going that far, because she's always back at the house in days.

It's worth nothing trying to understand anything she's doing. Wether we want it or not, Natalie Elirrah will stay a mystery if she wants to.

"Still no sign of Ice?" He asks.

"No, Cyan. You asked me this morning. My answer stays the same."

Ice is his fucking cat. He lost it a week ago. Or maybe more? I didn't really pay attention. I just know it's been a while since he saw it, and he's probably dead in my opinion. Cyan is convinced he's not.

"You know, you should start looking for a new cat, he's probably dead Cyan." I try to keep my tone as calm as I can. I don't want to trigger him. He's so fucking annoying when it's about his cat.

"Talk about him like that once again I'll make you want to pull the trigger again." He spats.

Well, he handled it pretty good.

He did worse than reminding me of suicide tendencies.

"What's up with the attitude?" A feminine voice barges in the room.

Cyan smiles, turning to her. "Nate,"

It didn't last long, she left two days ago.

She gets near me, giving me a side hug which I return.

"What were you up to this time?"

"I don't know, what do you think?" She responds.

"What do you think?" I argue. She'll never tell.