The Phoenix Project

.:Pyromania Two:.

-Hello once again people of the world! We are one month away from the next genre! I am so excited! SO far this has been really fun and I can't wait to find out what's next.

Onward with the adventure!

Anyway,

Find a comfy chair, grab a snack (or more) and enjoy this chapter.

.:Castor Hearth:.

"Hello Miss, what can I get for you today?" Her unease makes me smile. She warily looks at the child every now and then as if it will burst from the safety of its carriage and tear everything to shreds. It's quite clear that she is not the babies mother but instead a babysitter who has little to no experience.  

"I would like a chocolate banana smoothie please," She passes me a five dollar bill and I hand her back the change. Her hands are shaking when my finger brushes against hers accidentally. 

Something's off, I can feel it. I scan the area. No one looks suspicious but then again anything could be the cause. Gritting my teeth, I lower my cap slightly so it covers my eyes. The girls order I just took a minute ago is still standing in the same spot.

"Excuse me, you need to wait for your drink over the there," I point in the direction of the half asleep people clustered in a corner. That's when I notice the cop. He leans against the corner of the shop watching everyone's movements. He may look normal to the people in here, but for me; I know exactly why he's here.

I turn my attention back to the girl. Biting her cherry red lips she looks at her shoes and bunches her shirt in her hands. "I'm sorry," She whispers before flipping off my Angels cap and the flash of a camera goes off. I stand shocked at what just happened. My first instinct is to run but then I think again. These people would probably expect me to do something like that. I would be caught red handed. Besides, they don't think I'm that stupid do they? 

I bend down and pick up my cap, rising back up with a amused smile on my face. Even though on the inside my adrenaline is rising by the second. Tears fall down her cheeks as she stars at me. She looked so hopeful and now she looks like the world came crashing down on her and everyone left her dead. 

Two years ago I would have felt sympathy for her, I would have payed for her drink and comforted her. But I'm no longer like that. Not anymore. 

I glance in the cops direction. His hand rests over the handle of his pistol and his walkie-talkie. He now looks directly at me; waiting for me to make my move. It's like a game of chess. 

"Miss. Are you alright?" I ask softly. 

She shakes her head and covers her face as sobs rack her chest. She can barely get the words out when she says, "I-I thought yo-you were someone I kn-knew."

Everyone's attention turns to the broken girl then to me. I watch as she falls to her knees while no one makes a move to help her. If we were all good people we would ask what's wrong and help her up on her feet again. But we are not. We let people fall until they lose all hope and that's when they realize that no one will be there for them. No cares about them. No wants to hear what they have to say. The world I live in is messed up, probably even more messed up than the girl on the floor.

This is when I do something unbelievable. I hold out my hand. 

Her eyes burn into my hand and just when I thought I made a bad move she hesitantly slides her small hand into mine. At that moment I realize that there is no turning back from this. That this will be the end of me and her. And I will only break her heart even more and she will never want to think of me again.