A Different Kind Of Revolution

Chapter 6

Watching the place you almost called home is a surreal experience. You wanted It to be yours but its not. It's so close to being yours that you picture yourself walking its halls and talking with others.

But unfortunately all you can do is watch from a distance. Like looking ito a window that teases you with what should have been.

It's an unexplained feeling of dread and rage. Said feeling has made its home in the very center of Charles's chest. It choked him and consumed every breath, the sharp knife of it twisting with every inhale.

This was the very feeling Charles felt as he stood across the street of Kings College. He stood on the sidewalk watching soldiers dressed in bright red enter end exit the large gates of the school. He didn't know how long he had stood there but it felt like ages either way. Longing to be in those hall himself, learning and reading what he needed. He's called the colonies home for just over a month. The seasons where changing and he felt the subtle kiss of fall kiss his skin. It was a slightly unfamiliar chill. He shook off the feeling of dread. He needed to distract himself. But if he wasn't thinking about school and his future seeming to drift away from between his fingers it was about Darcy. He walked away from the sights of the college and down the street. He let his thoughts wander for a while. He flashed back to the icey stare Jacques gave him as he left his home that day he went over. He chose to not make that a common practice. As well as going to the bookstore. This is a huge city he can avoid those two. His mental sanity depended on it. He felt his heart lurch at the thought of never seeing Darcy again though. Her entire being put his nerves about his life to come at ease. He felt as if he needed her in his life. But he new it couldn't happen. It sounded so juvenile to stress about this.

"That's what this is. A juvenile crush." He muttered. It was all like when he first laid eyes on the first pretty face he ever saw as a small child. Darcy was just the first woman who showed him kindness out of the goodness of her heart. It could all be platonic for all he knew.

His thoughts where distracted as two men rushed right past him, forcing himself to pay attention to where he was. It was certainly an area that was not as polished and well patrolled as city he's seen so far. It was still relatively populated though. Ladies stood at the corner and looked and laughed at him, amused by the stunned confused look on his face.

"You looking for a good time laddie?" called one of the women.

"Oh look at him. He wouldn't know what to do with you if he had the chance!"

'Well I've heard from plenty that I'm an excellent teacher!" Their conversation rang in his ears though he didn't look at them. His eyes followed where the two men went. A darker ally where they spoke all hushed. They walked right into the door, an explosion of laughter happening as they shut the door behind them.

"Oh look. You're not his type any way." Laughed the other woman, her face painted almost sloppily, Lipstick smeared.

"Maybe another day ladies." He said, turning down the ally. He had no idea what made him decide going down a mysterious ally was a smart idea but his feet didn't give him much of a choice in the matter. And neither did his hand as he reached to open the door.

The door opened and he peeked inside. The room was surprisingly immaculate. Stunning inside with scarlet drapes and elaborate carvings in the ceiling. Charles continued on in and looked around. The whole room was filled with men. The state of each mans point of dress varied. A few watched him as he walked through the parlor, a twinge of suspicion in their eyes.