Through Her Lives

Morgandy

He wasn't going anywhere. The others could go back to the station without him as he was captain for the day and used a seperate vehicle. Dale wanted to desperately sit down, his legs were urging him to but he knew the second he did this girl would run. He still hadn't gotten her name. Dust was stinging his eyes and making it difficult to breathe but he kept staring at her and she kept staring back. She was an interesting person. It was as if she were playing a part in a movie. She looked like the tough girl, even acted like it but when she had told him the location of Annett it seemed she had really cared that he found her. He figured that's why he would find her in the bell tower, watching the rescue.

 It had been a long time since he had been involved in a staring competition though he wasn't even sure if that was what they were doing. Maybe she was just simply looking at him out of lack of anything else to do. There was a slight wind picking up and it brushed against him, making his hairs stand on end and goose bumps rippling along his skin. The wind never touched her; it was as though she repelled it. Suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore, the intricate stone work on the walls, the golden shining bell, the dust along the floor and the cobwebs in the corner but mainly the silence. He was desperate to break it and finally spat out,

                "What's your name girl?" His words were harsh without intending them to be and he was shocked at his sudden venom towards her. Though she still simply sat there, not talking, moving or blinking, her grey eyes watched his every move, which was the only thing convincing him that she were still alive. He had a vision of him totally losing it and running towards her shaking her shoulders, yelling at her to move, to make a sound. His frustration bubbled blindly within him; he felt irrational and wished he had just gone back to the station with the others because Annett had already admitted she had got disorientated in the weather. Understanding why this girl knew about her whereabouts was purely to satisfy his own curiosity. He returned to the doorway, staring blankly at her equally blank face, wondering how much longer he would bother. It was as though his prayers had been answered; she tilted her head slightly to the side and raised an eyebrow in a mocking way obviously knowing how frustrating she was.

                "I'm Morgue." It was an easy statement but something that brought shock, relief and despair into the air they occupied. Who calls their child Morgue? Surely no intelligent rich family like those seeing their children here would decide on a name like that. Maybe she had a rough upbringing. Much like himself. She smiled wisely at him. It sent jolts through his body and he was drawn towards her out of fascination, his anger and frustration already forgotten. He has gotten so close to her that he smell her, she smelt like mint  and he could see different pigments in her eyes. She had slowly gotten up and he was bending down over her and felt the strangest urge to draw her close as she leaned in to whisper,

                "I would have thought you wouldn't judge a book by its cover," then she was gone.

                It was like a switch had been flicked and he was back to normal, shaking his head to clear his mind, taking in his surroundings once again, air rushing to his lungs like he had just come up for air from a long dive. Why would someone call their kid Morgue he thought silently as he descended the stairs and started the long journey back to the station.