Someone Should Call Stop, but....

You're Kidding Right?

Chapter Four: You’re Kidding Right?

I swallow; look down at the five foot six girl with a dead serious face on and think, daughter of Ares, definitely.

I take her by the hand and now I feel it happening, I feel myself being pulled backwards as if it was a delayed reaction. I hold onto her tight and feel her take a deep breath as if she was being pulled underwater, then the world goes dark for a moment and all I can feel is the gut wrenching pull from behind me. Then too suddenly it stops. I fall backward and wind up pulling her with me, we fall flat on our backs onto hard black wooden floors, the wind is knocked out of me and I lay there still gripping onto the soft hand of the girl beside me.

“What the hell was that?” Her voice is calm and held together, but honestly I think that was out of pure shock.

When I don’t answer she yells, “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” I feel her remove her hand from mine and sit up shoving me across the room on the slick floors.

I sit up and look at her from across the oddly familiar room. She stares at me her eyes are wide with fear and their beautiful green tones just suck me in. I want to stare at them for hours, their like little earths turning in her head, showing the brown dirt and grossness at points with hints of green and the beauty it held and then at times showed the full beauty with all its green riches. I shake my head, what the Hades was that Nico? I ask myself.

I feel something sharp hit me in the face, “Ow.” I mumble rubbing my cheek. I look down and a small black binder sits by my feet, its sharp edges hit me in the face.

“What was that for?” I demand rubbing the thin red cut that is right on my cheek.

“You weren’t listening, and not answering the question. What just happened, where are we, what the hell is going on?” She fumes.

“That’s three questions.” I reply standing up.

“What?” She asks, looking at me through narrowed eyes.

“You said, ‘not answering the question’ then asked three. The correct thing to say would be ‘not answering my questions’” I make a slight hissing sound to add affect.

“You’re insane, you’re making grammatical corrections when we are where ever the hell! What’s wrong with you?!” She throws her hands in the air while picking herself up.

She goes and grabs her book bag shoving the small binder inside of the open pouch, shutting it she looks up at me and glares. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you out of that stupid shop.” She mumbles under her breath.

“What was that?” I question. “I said I knew that I should have let you stay in that shop and called the police like I was planning. What did you do with my coworkers by the way? They weren’t there but the shop was open what did you do with them? You kill them?” One of her hands rests on her popped hip while the other makes large hand gestures while she asks other weird questions about me killing off people I didn’t even know.

I cut her off putting her hand to her side. “Listen, I didn’t kill anyone. I just, well I was walking into my apartment and then I was falling through the ceiling of your shop. I didn’t mean to do any of that. It just keeps happening, like yesterday I was trying to go for a walk but every time I took a turn I was on a completely different part of town!” She looks at me, and I feel like she is invading my soul with her eyes.

I feel like she’s going to say something so terrible, like she just read my mind and saw all of my thoughts I’ve ever had and is going to say so much about me. She just keeps staring and slowly she takes a piece of my hair and tucks it behind my ear, making it easier for me to see. She then stands up on her tip toes and looks me in the eye, and she says in a soft warm voice that melts with every syllable, “You, you have very lovely eyes.” She drops back down to her regular height and turns to walk towards the only door and says nonchalantly over her shoulder, “For a creeper that is.”