Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

I Didn't Mean That

The taxi drove through the silence, keeping me on my toes on what to expect next.

I looked over at the man i had always known, but in a different light.

His sharp features, his icy eyes and intimidating body--- everything appeared with a small, gentle touch to it.

I hunched back, my heart thumping out of my chest as i looked out the window, the beeping of cars passing by and the people chatting it all up.

I couldn't point a figure out at one thing. There were so many things that felt different. And it all brought a new dash of energy in me.

The melody of the birds chirping after rough, windy nights.

A new day, a new start.

I was so absorbed in this new energy bustling through my skin, that i didn't notice that we had arrived at this secret destination.

Yeah, i could have tried asking Donnor, ugh, i mean Don about where we were headed, but there is no way he would have told me.

Though now he is somewhat of a different person, he is still the same in quite a few ways.

"You are coming out or what?"

His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He stood holding my door open.

"Oh...yeah...i am..i am..."

I stepped out of the taxi, curling my arms in as the cold wind attacked my skin.

The taxi flew by, leaving us in the middle of what appeared to be an empty footpath lit up by streetlights.

I faced Don's stone etched face, trying to decipher him, but who in the hell ever stood a chance.

"Don't look at me like that, we are at the right place."

He announced, turning his face away.

Confused, i followed his gaze, widening as it adjusted on what he was looking at.

I stepped closer, staring at it, then back at him, my heart racing.

"Yes." As if reading my mind, yet again, he stepped forward, pulling out a nod.

"I wanted to take you here first."

My body drew towards what was a box sized building, weary of cracks and smelling of abandonment.

I blinked, sizing up the cracked building to be some sort of a hoax, but the inside view coming from the window told the same story.

Dampness, off colour cement, broken walls.

"Let's go." He brushed his hand, signalling me to join him in this crazy sightseeing of an abandoning building.

As we reached closer, my eyes drew on the scraped off board of the building, leaving a blank slate filled with sticky dust.

My curiosity spiked as he opened a wooden door with a squeak.

Spider webs and a thick wave of sand greeted me. I coughed, brushing off vapour dust.

"What is this place...will you tell me...ugh!"

I sneezed, rubbing my nose as he watched me with a brief look on his face.

I blinked at him, shooting him a glare.

"What are you looking at?"

"You sneezing."

I raised my eyebrows, folding my arms.

"Why?"

His jaw made a movement, a movement I have seen it make many times before.