Ritual in Flight

Chapter 6

Alpha

The pungent smell of bleach mixed with other cleaners burned Alphas nostrils and he opened the door to the room he would be staying in for the duration of this venture. He sighed at the lonely bed and shifted towards the window. He had specifically asked for this room as it was furthest from the elevators and had the only good view of the woods he would be inspecting in the days to come. Unlike a couple of his brothers, he was lucky enough to be given a location with some sort of civilization near.

He walked towards the windows and looked out at the forest that engulfed the horizon. :Well, T hope the clearing isn't directly in the middle.: he pondered as he stared off. His mind trailed off into the distance. Completely quiet. The room was silent and he felt utterly at peace. Alpha loved his brothers dearly, and Papa, but he had ,first and foremost, always been an independent and solitary ghoul. Well before the music and the rituals. Before everything, Alpha was just Alpha. The strong loner who could do it all himself. The one who had the answers but asked no questions. Most viewed him as this stoic, poised perfect ghoul who was wise beyond his many years. But in private, he was the silliest of jesters. By himself he knew how to keep himself entertained, whether it be people watching and creating obscure dialog, or simply sing talking to himself. Only his brothers had seen this side of him and he kept it that way. He didn't want to be named a clown in the eyes of the unholy church or clergy alike.

Something he clearly didn't want, Alpha enjoyed the silent respect he had earned.

Alpha clicked back into his head and set about ordering food. He unpacked his things and set up what small trinkets he could afford to bring with. Mostly just odd jewelry and a small pebble that water had smoothed for him. Water...the only thing he was truly missing. Though not his original partnering, his elemental match was always the object of his desire. Something in his shy, quiet manner automatically drew his attention to him. He had never cared for other ghouls or clergy members, not in the idea of caring about them at least. He cared if they were hurt or died, but, with water. his lil Wawa, he truly deeply cared about every ounce that was him. From his hopes and dreams for the rituals and church to his silly obsession with ice.

Alpha chuckled. What an unusual bond they had. He heard a know at the door and ran to answer it : FINALLY!! SUSTENANCE!: his mind, and stomach, shouted. He graciously thanked the young man who delivered it and shut the door. Flopping himself onto the bed and greedily stuffing his face, he considered turning on the television in attempt to connect to the outside world. He shuddered at the thought, the world filled with unnecessary hatred and celebrities that did nothing of interest or importance. He'd pass. He had much better things he could use his brain cells for. Like figuring out how to fill all the salt shakers in the dining hall with pop rock candy without getting caught.

Before Alpha could fight it, he was drifting off the sleep. Lazily half under the covers and still dressed : The woods can wait, i'll be nothing without a nap:

The ghoul woke sometime later, finding the sun just at the end of setting..

: FUCK! now I have to trudge the woods in the dark!: he mumbled curses as he sat up and readied himself for the venture.

:fuckity fuck fuck: