Chess just lays on his cot just thinking about Nick and Everdeen. What else could he think about? There wasn't much to think about anymore. Maybe food and water, but other than that, your mind is swimming on thoughts.
" Staunton get your bags. Your leaving today." chess doesn't move an inch. His body lay limply on the tear stained cot. " Staunton get your bags... your leaving..." chess groans and covers his head with the pillow, thinking he's talking to another solider. " STAUNTON GET YOUR DAMN BAGS NOW!!" And with that, chess jerks up to see the general was snarling right at him.
" Staunton... th-that's my last name... how the h-hell did I forget that?... " He let's out a small shaky sigh as he grabs his bags. He walks into the copper then is flown to the airport, as are the other soldiers.
Chess walks out of the terminal and starts walking towards check in. He looks at the long line of people waiting for their family. A groan escapes his lungs as he slumps down in a chair.
" damn it.. stupid people and their family's..." The line is getting shorter with each passing hour. Finally, it's the line has diminished to only a few people scattered here and there getting there bags. Chess gets up with a heavy sigh and walks over to the reception lady.
" Hello Sir! How may I help y--"
" Cab." The lady looks confused. " You want a cab sir?..." chess growls. " Stop calling me Sir. I'm 24 years old good god.. " The Receptionist gives him a small nod as she starts typing away on her black keyboard. She glances at the tags he has around his neck and gives a small sigh. ' He's only 24?... He must have come back from the army. His face... he looks like he's in his early 30's... he's seen a lot. Feel bad for the lad...' She hands chess money for the cab.
" Here... you look tired. Just take a load off..." She gives him a small smile as Chess takes the money.
" Thanks... " He gives her a small nod then walks out of the airport to get a ride. He gets a Cab back to the garage. For awhile, he just stares at the garage, Not really knowing if he should walk in. " I'm home..." He whispers as he unlocks the door. He throws his duffel bag to the floor and instantly lays in the bed.
" God... I can't sleep. Damn it!!" He slams his fist against the bed as he buries his face in his pillow. " ugh. Im just gonna go to the Diner. " He slides off the bed and try's his hardest not to look at all of Nicks stuff. He gets outside and let's out a small growl. " shit... the only thing I have to ride is His bike, And it's in his mothers house. I'll just sneak in and get it.. no one will notice..." He quickly changes into a his casual attire, but topped off with his leather jacket nick got him.
He walks over to the house and sneaks inside. No ones home. " thank god... I didn't want to have to do any explaining if I got caught.." He sees the bike in one of the spare rooms in the back. The keys are sparkle on the table as he just stares at the bike. She hasn't changed a bit. Maybe a nice polish could be added, be other than that, she looks just like when he left her.
Chess snatches the keys then rolls her outside. He has a small smile on his face as he clutches the handle bars. " Its almost been 4 complete years.. and I can still remember the exact way you would sit on it... it looked like you where riding a horse. It was so elegant to me... I could never master that look. It would take me more then the time I'm able." He puts his helmet on and can feel the cold fabric from to the shape of his head. " She hasn't got a scratch Nick. Not a scratch... I'm keeping my word on that."
He puts the key in the ignition and fires it up. " God I missed you... " a small laugh escapes his lungs as he kicks off the ground and starts driving to the Diner. He parks and turns her off. He drops the keys in his pocket as he stares at the familiar diner sign. " I think I'd be sick of this place... but honestly, it gives me a small sense of comfort." He opens the creaky, oil deprived doors, and steps on the checkered floor tiles.
