Prophecies Heroes

Chapter 16

The giant white building being attacked disturbed a lot of people in town, an old man who was lying in his sofa looking at his TV in his poorly decorated living room, during the great crow attack, covered his ears due to the scream, he stood up with struggle, his stomach too full from what he ate upon poor people back, he left a mark on the sofa from his over presence on it, turned right and walked to reach his window, pulled the curtain on the right with his right hand, opened his window by pulling with his right hand and a pulse of air went hitting his bald head on which some hair tried to hide the obvious baldness, he looked at the private street Saint-Paul in which Phil lives, far at the right and saw a lot of dust and mayhem happening, he grit his teeth, squeezed his eyes and his left hand with which he hit the border of the window hurting himself.

???: What the hell are-

The phone rang behind him, he turned around heavily and walked slowly to the table where he put his smartphone next to his sofa around a meter away, leaned to take it with his left hand, he looked at the number on it.

???: Who is calling me now?

He looked at the name on it and smiled, he swiped upward with his right index to anwer with a greasy and worn voice.

???: Hello, hello, what honor to call me?

???: Did you see what happened there?

He looked backward at his window unhappy.

???: Of course i did Victor, it's not even 500 meters away from my apartment.

Victor on the other side was leaning against a wall in his room, he looked outside on his left at a window a meter away from him seeing the building from far, he looked down at his right hand being at his torso height, shook it and looked back up.

Victor: Excuse me, i didn't know.

He walked at his window and opened it on the right with his left hand a bit clumsy, he leaned his forearm crossed on the border of the window, showing his head outside, he felt the wind blowing a bit violently, looked up at the sky.

???: You should better know.

??? put his left hand on his forehead wiping the sweat on his forehead he produced from this little effort.

???: Anyway, you called me, why?

Victor closed his eyes feeling the wind intensifying, he looked at his right to see the building and a crow coming out of it.

Victor: The sky is clear but the wind is violent. . . .

??? looked down at his phone with an awkward look at what Victor said, rub his head with his left hand.

???: What the hell are you on? Did you take anything before calling?

Victor turned around and walked toward the door of his room.

Victor: Nothing unusual, i was just trying to verify if i wasn't hallucinating.

??? looked up, on the left walked toward his sofa, turned around and sat back.

???: I swear, where did you get those habits?

Victor pushed the door on the left with his left hand, turned right and looked forth at his living room.

Victor: I don't know, i am maybe over cautious.

??? leaned his back and his head on the sofa back, raised the phone in his right hand at his head height, exhaled and closed his eyes.

???: Just leave me alone if it's not for great news, i thought you would call me to say at least you have won the jackpot.

Victor walked straight toward his living room.