Cry of Chaos

3 ::Tyler:: 3

   What my luck. To be paired up with Atticus, the king of sarcasm (as he wishes to be called), was just crap. Though both of our goals were the same, I wasn't prepared to be paired with the guy that constantly insulted and mocked me like it was his favorite past time. I hate it. The only good side was that he didn't suck at fighting and he already knew who I was. And that I was a girl. Upon first meeting someone, they all instantly assume that I'm a guy. Of course, I have no problem with that. If they don't know who I am, it's better for me that way. One of the many bad sides of being partnered with Atticus, or anyone for that matter, is that he'll learn things about me that shouldn't be known by anyone. Ever. So, I would have to be as careful as I can without giving anything away. Simple. Something poked my cheek, "Oi, Ty, you alive?" I blinked and looked at Atticus who sat in front of me, his head tilted to the right, "What's wrong?" I frowned, "Nothing. Why do you ask?" He leaned back, "You look like you're thinking about something."

 "I'm thinking about how much of a wimp you are," I lied even though it had been on my mind, "I mean, you're afraid of heights?" His cheeks turned a faint pink, "It was just a surprise..." he grumbled, "If you had been in my position, you'd have been freaking out too..." I smirked, "You sure? Even though I'm the one who can fly?"

 "You dropped me!"

 "But I caught you right after," I countered, glancing around uneasily. To normal eyes, Atticus would look insane, yelling at the air. Exactly, it sounds strange. He sighed, looking at the people that passed, walking on the street, talking to each other. When we reached New Orleans, we landed in an alley before anyone could see then stopped at a little restaurant with an outdoor patio. And, for those who are wondering, I did, indeed, carry Atticus here by air and, he is, indeed, afraid of heights. The restaurant's outdoor tables and chairs were iron metal, hot under the sun. Atticus scratched at the table, "You hungry?" he asked randomly, "I'm buying." My eyes widened slightly, "Wait... Really..?" He nodded, smiling slightly, "Yeah. What do you want?" That was...surprisingly nice of him. However, it would be hard for him if people started saying he was crazy. Not that I care, since I don't, but he would start questioning and I don't want to answer the questions he'd have. I shook my head, looking down at my hands as I rested them in my lap, "I'm fine..." Then came the waiter, pulling a white notepad out of his black apron pocket and removing a chewed pencil from behind his ear, "You ready to order, sir?" Atticus nodded, handing the laminated menu back, "One raspberry lemonade and a Sprite, please." The waiter nodded, taking the menu before returning inside. I lifted my head, "Thirsty?" He shrugged, "Not hungry but, as long as we're here, might as well get something. Their lemonade is made fresh here so I wanted to try it."

 "I see..."

Atticus raised an eyebrow then sighed, "I forgot how quiet you actually are," he commented, "You're always talking smack during our fights so I kinda forgot. But when Hermes showed up, you were silent." Again, I said nothing. I haven't gotten to sit around and do nothing for a long time, so, this was strange. The waiter returned, putting both drinks in front of Atticus, "Will there be anything else?" He shook his head and the waiter put a check on our table before leaving again. Sipping his lemonade, Atticus moved the Sprite, placing it in front of me. I raised an eyebrow, lifting it cautiously, "What's this for?"

 "You don't have to drink it," he said, "But I got it for you. Everyone likes Sprite and I don't know what your favorite soda is." I had refused and he still got me something to drink. Looking down at the carbonated beverage, I nodded, bringing the glass to my lips, "Thanks..." He smiled slightly, "No problem. We need to figure out what our plan is." When I looked up, he brought his hands up, "Not right this second. But soon." I lowered my glass, "I have a plan to figure out who we're after."

 "What is it?"

 "It's a one-person kind of plan. You get it, right?"

Atticus seemed disappointed but nodded, "I got it." He pulled a tattered wallet with the Batman symbol on the side out of his camouflage jacket pocket, pulling out a ten dollar bill and putting in with the check. Standing up, his glass now empty, he said, "I'll find a place for us to spend the night. If you can't find me again, just IM me." I finished my Sprite and stood up as well, "Got it." Then, we walked in opposite directions.