Midnight Dawn

Midnight Dawn Chapter 11

Eric

 My father was rushing around the house. That wasn't an unusual occurrence in itself; he always rushed to work. However, this wasn't the 'I'm rushing to get to the place where I spend twenty-three hours a day because I love working' rushing but the 'emergency, something big has happened and it isn't good for me and I need to deal with it' rushing.

The look on his face said it all. He resembled someone who was passing a kidney stone while being harassed by an demonic clown. Whatever was worrying him, it must be serious.

So, for the first time in my life, I decide to willingly tag along to the agency. If something was that bad, it was worth checking out.

 He didn't even notice me climbing into the car. There was a vein pulsing in his forehead and his hands were shaking. His eyes wide, we drove in silence.

 This was boring. "So, what's going on?" I casually asked.

Big mistake. He jumped violently. I swear, two more inches and he would've gone through the sunroof. The car swerved, and I had to yank the steering wheel or we would have been getting up and personal with a tree. He regained some of his senses, but unfortunately that meant he slammed on the brakes and I pitched forward, acquiring a lovely bit of whiplash.

"What the heck!" we both yelled out simultaneously facing each other.

"We almost died!" I shouted, "I'd rather my insides stay where they safely are at the moment!"

"What are you doing here? Weren't you at home playing the Ybox?" he burst out back, looking truly frazzled.

"It's an Xbox dad. I'm came along. Is that so bad?" I sighed in exasperation.

"No, no, it isn't at all," he hastily said, "Glad to see that you've taken an interest in this, but I'm going to be busy today."

"Yeah. Okay." I grunted as we pulled in the best parking spot at the agency. It was reserved especially for him, and the one new guy that happened to steal it a while back found his car conveniently totaled by an army tank later.

I kept my distance while my father almost ran into the building. Everyone was bustling about or furiously working on whatever they were doing. The frantic attitude was contagious, I suppose.

One guy was too busy barking over his shoulder at some poor worker to pay attention and he barreled into me. If I didn't have quick reflexes I would have been covered in his extra creamy latté. He however, jostled it all over himself and there was a dripping brown stain spreading all over his expensive business suit.

It was the same guy I butted heads with the other day when I first saw Dawn. He opened his mouth but I drew myself up and glared at him.

"Have a problem?" I coolly asked, with the self-satisfied tone that said if I took offense to whatever he would spit out next, it would affect his career. I could get away with anything here with me being the head cheese's son. The only thing my father didn't tolerate was skipping out on going. If he managed to get me here, he wouldn't want anything negative to drive me away.

"Not at all," he hissed, he face showing the restraint he took to not be poisonous in my face. He stomped away as fast as he could while cursing under his breath.

"Have a nice day too," I muttered. Many people nearly slammed into me while I was casually strolling around. They all looked as thought they wished to give me a piece of their mind. The stink eyes they gave me said so quite clearly.

With nothing else to do and still wondering why my father acted as though he was having a breakdown, my desicion was to head to his office. My pace wasn't too brisk; I wanted to kill time.