Tower Falling - Now You See Me {Completed}

Chapter One

 

*Woo, look, it's another chapter! In less than a month! I'm kinda proud of myself, actually. Hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it. And, don't worry, I'm still working on my other stuff. Animo should be up soon, okay? Enjoy!*

Chapter One

Days later, on March 29, I woke up at five in the morning out of sheer anticipation for the coming evening. The sky was still dark outside my bedroom window, but I was too anxious to go back to sleep. Instead, I rolled out of my bed onto the thinly-lined carpet floor and stood to go take a shower.

I was in there longer than I probably should have been, because when I got out it was going on six-thirty and the sun was starting to peek out on the horizon. Regardless, I smelled good, my legs were shaved, and the hot water had worked wonders on my tense muscles.

Wrapped up in the fluffiest towel I could find, I padded across the floor to my closet. What to wear… I thought, my hands on my hips as I pondered. Usually, I didn’t care what I looked like, but if this thing with the Eye was serious, then I needed to look at least halfway decent.

After slipping into my typical black-bra-and-underwear deal, I tugged on black skinny jeans and a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Lace-up black boots went next. Then I tugged a brush through my hair, deciding to let it dry on its own, and slapped my fedora on my head.

A successful magician outfit and it was only a quarter to eight!

By then, my stomach was growling, so I grabbed a few twenties out of their hiding place with my socks. That should last me the whole day.

There was a Starbucks a few blocks over from my apartment, so that’s where I went first. My usual breakfast order was a mocha frappuccino and whatever muffin pleased me at the time. That day it was a blueberry one.

I sat at a table and ate my muffin, taking tiny sips of coffee through the straw. I was trying to make my drink last, but chances were I’d have to come back and get another in the afternoon.

I tossed my empty wrapper in the trash and exited the coffee shop, still sipping lovingly from my frappuccino. My next destination was the nearest bookstore, which was where I spent most of my free time whenever I wasn’t performing tricks. On that particular day, I was planning on staying until lunch.

The musty smell of book pages greeted me as soon as I opened the door. I smiled; I loved the bookstore. My feet knew exactly where to go, so I let them lead me toward the romance novels. They were a secret fetish of mine, those books. I didn’t really believe in true love or love at first sight, but those stories were entertaining to read. I mostly ended up making fun of them.

I grabbed Fifty Shades of Grey to see what all of the fuss was about. After reading it for hours, however, I felt scarred in ways I didn’t know I could be. So, I put that book back, paid for some other books of various genres, and left to get lunch.

Subway didn’t sound too bad. I was in the mood for a sandwich. I fast-walked the few streets in between before wrenching open the door and inhaling the sweet scent of baking bread. I was seriously in good-smell heaven.

After a short lunch consisting of a BLT, baked Lays, and a Pepsi, it was almost two-thirty. I jogged back to Starbucks, bought myself a caramel macchiato, and then chugged it down on my way home. I had only two hours before I needed to be at the designated address, and I still wasn’t exactly sure where 4 East Evan Street was.

I tossed my empty cup in the garbage and ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I tried to put some order to my curls, but that feat was impossible, so I set my hat back on my head and called it a day. That is, after I swiped on a coat of mascara and a lining of chapstick.