THE FALL OF DIVINES

Chapter III: WELCOME TO L.A.

"What happened?" I ask myself while adjusting my vision.

It was warm and the sun was out. The trees around me were not frozen nor covered in snow but, they were in full bloom.

"What the fuck" was the only words I can process. Did Canada change from winter wonderland to summer camp?

As I try to stand up, I heard people shouting and footsteps echoing from the hollow pavements. I was sure this is Canada but this kind of temperature and atmosphere don't sound right to be deemed Canada.

As I tried to sink in all of what was happening, I heard bushes rustle from behind me. With a snap, a guy in a garden attire came out.

We were both standing there, confused and alarmed.

"Señor, ¿qué estás Haciendo aquí?"Spanish? My goodness! I didn't take Spanish class only to be treated like this. I was more alarmed by the fact that I'm in a different place.

The "gardener" eventually saw my worried face and smiled. He cleared his throat and tried to remember something.

"Senor, what are you doing here?"Oh god! Finally! English! I cried deeply in my thoughts."Well, I'm not sure," followed by"Where am I to begin with?"

He laughed. He laughed at my question. Was it funny or dumb?

"Senor, you're in Los Angeles. You seem to be a lost traveler or a 'persona retrasa'."He then laughed again, this time with a snort coming along.

"Haha. Mi Amor will hear this. She'll laugh a lot for such a question!" He abruptly said as he went out the way he entered. Los Angeles?! Wait wait. I just traveled 11 hours from Hamilton to Los Angeles in my damn sleep? What happened? Did Mom get in here too?

I did feel the human instinct of being delusional. I followed the gardener's path and soon found out that I'm in the city of L.A. I saw a monument with the name Kemp and cars speeding off.I was being frantic! I don't know a thing in this place. Shit!

I then run towards the nearest building. I tried to calm myself as I attempt to enter. My first plan was to call home. See, nothing beats being smart.

"Your business?" A buff guy in the black suit said. He seems like James Bond, without the looks and the build, no offense.

"Oh. I just really need to use the telephone because I'm lost and worried..."

"No. Only corporate employees and clients are allowed here. Back off." He exclaimed in a harsh tone. Damn lucky! How could I call Mom? I have no phone. As I tried to back away from this dude, I bumped into someone.

I turned around to see a guy wearing a dark blue suit and gold tie. He was impressively good looking; adding up the shining brown eyes of his.

"TP, let him in. He sounds desperate and looks desperate."

this buff guy's name is TP eh? Wait? Desperate?

The guy with brown eyes proceeded to go inside the building without me noticing. I followed him and TP rolled his eyes as I passed by him. 

Tyrannical Post? Tu Pac? Tiger Panzer? Taylor Prince?

The building's lobby; sparkles like hell! It was huge and the best thing was this mirror ceiling and the gigantic chandelier that looked like an inverted castle.

"Hey. The telephone is over there. Just talk to that girl and she'll help you." The guy in business suit abruptly said.

"Uhm, Thanks, Mister! You're a great help." I exclaimed."Where are you from?"

"Hamilton," I said with a smile.

Maybe that wasn't a good idea; telling people where you're from when you're like 11 hours away from it.

"You just arrived this morning?""Nope. A few seconds ago."Fuck Paxton! Are you damn stupid?

He then gave me a weird look. He then looked at his watch and said he'll be going. I said goodbye and thank you and that moment, he left and entered the elevator.

I, on the other hand, approached the lady at the front desk.

"Uhm. Hi, can I use the telephone?""Oh sure. Just go ahead. Where to by the way?"

"Canada," I replied. Okay, maybe I should stop saying where I am from. Having these weird looks is mentally killing me.

I then dialed our telephone number and had to wait for seconds.

"Come on now Mom, pick up," I whispered to myself.

"You miss your Mom don't you?" The lady asked.

"Yeah. She's special."

"Aren't all moms are?" She replied with a smile.

After a few attempts of calling, no one was answering. It made me even more nervous because no one is home at this time which means something happened.

I said goodbye to the lady in the front desk and said a dozen thank you. I went outside the building and noticed TP shooing off pigeons; weirdo.

Walking towards the opposite direction and feeling myself struggling from hunger; I was sure death is about to kiss me. "Why did this happen?" I asked myself.

After walking for minutes, I sat down on an elevated concrete. It was already getting dark. I must have woken up a while ago around 4'o clock in the afternoon.

My stomach started grumbling and my vision was getting blurry out of hunger. Shine on me, Jesus!

With my frustration, I slapped my thigh. I covered my face with both my hands as I tried to stop myself from crying.

"Please be good to me at least once life."

A few minutes go by...

"You, are quite hard to catch, jumping around space like that..."

"What?" I asked as I tried to face the stranger.
A few feet from me, a tall guy wearing a trench coat stares at me."Wait, aren't you the guy last night?"

He then raises his hand on his face, blocking his other eye. Like the Illuminati sign."This won't hurt if you don't move that much." He said with an evil grin.