Chigurh walks discreetly through the city, being confused by yet another sinner, with piston in hand and weapons in his pockets, he felt that he was minimally prepared...never perfect unfortunately...not to his liking.
He walks calmly while listening to the noises, screams, laughter, gunshots... they disorient him and make his head spin, he continues walking while his boots make a soothing sound to his ears, walking through the place like one more ant in the crowd, he stops. slowly towards an incredibly recognizable building that fit the description of his request, an enormously eloquent sign where its initials highlighted "IMP", he stops, turns slowly and begins to walk towards the door.
without taste or charm, obviously the seedy building did not have some guy opening the door, Anton pushes the glass doors gently entering the strangely orderly and ridiculous environment, devoid of sense or any personality that was peculiar and pleasant, he walks trying Not tripping over the used drug bottles or bags, he walks towards the elevator while pushing the guy who was about to enter too, enjoying his solitude, Chigurh closes the door calmly...while the relaxing elevator music plays, he waits to arrive to his destination.
He leaves the elevator, adjusting his jacket and dragging the soles of his boots, removing all traces of...only God knows what things happened, He puts his bolt in his free hand as he watches the elevator door open. As the door slowly opens, he takes the silenced Makarov out of his pocket and points it below his hip while looking in all directions.
He walks cautiously looking at the place, he crosses the kitchen halfway and stops, he opens the door gently while pointing in case something threatens inside... but there is nothing, nothing more than the dripping dishwasher, he checks with His hand touches the thickness of the wall before closing the door and turning to continue walking. In the middle of the hallway he looks around before noticing a curious door with a window in the shape of bars. He walks towards it.
He opens the door while his eyes remain active, there is nothing, just a vague decoration of a receptionist, his path continues towards the next door, the office he was looking for, he enters the office framed with a colorful crayon which said " blitzo", he just crosses the door while closing it behind him, he leaves his bolt in front of the door while he begins to search. His search goes through the shelves of the place even under the carpet, he steps sometimes trying to find a kind of hidden hiding place until he accidentally hits the office table...which makes a hollow sound, he stops behind it He moved the chair away and crouched down...very late he thought, looking that there was an empty hiding place.
He opens the door while his eyes remain active, there is nothing, just a vague decoration of a receptionist, his path continues towards the next door, the office he was looking for, he enters the office framed with a colorful crayon which said " blitzo", he just crosses the door while closing it behind him, he leaves his bolt in front of the door while he begins to search. His search goes through the shelves of the place even under the carpet, he steps sometimes trying to find a kind of hidden hiding place until he accidentally hits the office table...which makes a hollow sound, he stops behind it He moved the chair away and crouched down... very late he thought, looking at the empty hiding place.
With a frown he stands up while his grimace hardens, he leaves the room again as he walks, accelerating his pace this time to the last room, he opens it quickly, looking at the meeting place, looking for anything that will give him a clue to the whereabouts. What he's looking for, he looks from side to side as his brow furrows even more until... he sees some hit marks on one of the walls.
Anton continues moving about to go back the way he came when suddenly some figures come out of a kind of portal, Anton quickly entrenches himself behind the wall while keeping the door slightly open to be able to aim his weapon, two red dwarf silhouettes that are not very tall and a kind of wolf, he was about to open fire when he lowered his gun when he saw a very tall figure enter with someone in his arms...he decided to turn around.
He was calm, determined to come back another day when he hears that someone is about to open the door, he turns and fires a few shots aiming at the thin wall, his fists clench and his teeth grind.
MOXXIE POV:
When I try to open the door, some shots surprise me, making me blink instinctively, everyone in the room gets their hair on end when, looking for a weapon in my suit, I am quickly pushed by such a kind member whom I love.
"fuck off fatty!" says Loona as she pushes me to the floor, leaving herself defensively opening the door with a kick, I crawl in pain to look at the culprit only to look at the empty hallway and the elevator closing.
I stand up whit a grunt and tapping away the dust of my suit while Loona rants at me.
"Get out of the way, fatty, I almost caught him!" she says, blaming me while I sigh and roll my eyes... maybe he was just another druggy, I tell myself while my wife hugs me from behind and He just laughs.
I just need to sleep a little...yeah
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I think skeptically while my eyes do not stop seeing the elevator...there are no footsteps, no silhouette, I just look at how the floor below is marked while everyone ignores that fact...just shut up mox, I say to myself as I walk to celebrate with my colleagues and my boss's boss...how much better would his bitch be? I haven't decided yet
YOU ARE READING
"The Man Who Fell to Earth"(Walter Trevis). (hh x anton chigurh)
Ficção Científica"If the good die young, what is the meaning of life? It is not to be a god or have a purpose. It is to do what you please, and I do what I please...dont you think?"
