Weapon Twenty

Chapter I

"You hardly touched your pancakes, did you need more syrup or a refill for your coffee?"

We both sit three feet across each other in a tight booth inside a building he spotted off the over pass of the freeway titled 'Al's Diner' with unnecessarily bright bold red lettering.

He suggested it was necessary for us to take a break from the silence. I'm staring out of a table high window next to us, categorizing how long each fingerprint has been fossilized into the glass.

"I'm fine." I reply to his question still staring out of the window with some of the only words I have given him since he fashioned both our escapes.

"I know you haven't had the option to venture in this type of meal but it could possibly..." I rip my gaze from the window and notice he is interrupted by the same woman that escorted us to this booth, presently standing at the foot of the table.

She has a short pencil resting on the top of her ear and a small notepad solidly attached to her hand, both rested at her side. I roam my eyes over the wrinkles on her beige skin time has roughly gifted her.

I move my gaze over to the slanted rectangular shaped plastic perched on her front shirt pocket with the title of 'Marceline' etched into it with bold black letters.

"Y'all still doing okay?" She says with the ember of a sigh as she blows strands of white hair away from her face.

I observe her as she is still standing there waiting for an answer and continues, "I'm sorry if I interrupted, why y'all look as tired as I am on this..." She stops herself as her gaze is no longer directed at him and is pointed towards me, "Child, why don't you have the most beautiful and brightest blue eyes I have ever witnessed; you are just a heartbreaker and a half, I bet you got 'em all lined up don't you dear!"

I toon my eyes from the the minuscule piece of plastic on her shirt and direct it towards her all tooth showing smile; it causing a wider set of wrinkles to spread.

I hold my same emotionless expression while settling with clear confusion in my mind of words laid into phrases I have never heard spoken before.

"Your pencil is going to fall." That was my only response as I directed my gaze back out the smudged window. I heard a small thump two seconds later on the white and black tiled floor.

"We'll take the check now, thank you." He pushed as she grunted over bending down to retrieve the pencil and left without another word.

"When out here try to leave them surprised," He whispered leaning to the side reaching into his pocket while the woman comes back dropping a small black folder onto the cold table. "Head to the car and I'll meet you outside while I use the facilities." He finishes while placing a card he retrieved from his pocket into the black folder.

Without another thought I turned both of my legs to maneuver my way out of the small amount of space the back of the seat gives to the edge of the table.

All these feelings are running through my mind from drought fear, to anger, to the numbness I get in my fingers exiting through the glass paned doors of the building.

I trudge through each of the small and large multi color vehicles blocking my path and reach for the car handle belonging to ours. I duck into the passenger side of the car inhaling and exhaling short amounts of breath due to the stale cold air.

I sit there debating whether I should exit the car and flee as far away as I can from the circumstances I now put myself in with him.

My mind wonders to yesterday night and I turn the words 'if we are to leave, come now,' over and over. Those words Mr. Peters used at me before wearily making my final decision to leave with him.

I flip the sun visor down and stare into the mirror; peering into my wide eyes looking for any sign of beauty the woman falsely noticed.

I am divulged by the way the sun makes the blue in my eye's seem nonhuman almost animalistic. Similar to the ways I have been forced to exist my whole life.

There is no life to these eyes, these eyes do not perceive wonder or happiness. They do not obtain a single expression. I am appalled to what these eyes have been forced to witness, to gear my hands in the destruction that I've caused over and over again.

I am quickly taken out of my trance from the driver's car door swinging open while simultaneously flipping the visor back up. He shovels himself in, inserting keys into the cars ignition, backing out of the parking lot heading towards the same freeway lane we were on thirty-eight minutes before.

Looking at the digital green numbers on the dashboard, I read '8:28.'

It has been six hours and twenty-eight minutes since I have decided to flee the only life I have ever known.

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