Swept Away

Mother Talk. (5)

My mother was tall, even compared to other swedish woman. She had inherited what most would consider the perfect heritage of northern looks: beauty was a weak word to describe her. Even the practical training clothes she was almost always wearing couldn't hide that fact.

At fourty years old past, she still looked thirty.

Still, most men steered away from her. It was her way of being, her "aura". She didn't seem attractive, instead she felt dangerous.

As I looked at her I felt that danger once again. But right now, she was way more than just her normal "dangerous".

I only sensed her that lethal once before.

A day that had been a turning point in my life.

How fitting to see her the same way today.

"Sias. Is that you?" She looked at me, unable to hide her shock.

"Well, how many dumbasses do you think run at the guy with the gun?" I answered with a weak laugh.

She sighed.

"Are you sure you're not a long lost sister or something?"

"Well, I think you're in the best position to answer that question? Do I have lost siblings mom? I thought I was an only child!"

She laughed.

"Come here child." She brought me to her arms, hugging me tightly. "Oh my god Sias, you've got tits."

"MOM! Please, not now."

She studied me for a moment.

"We've got two minutes to leave the airport, that's how much I could get. The building's security has been compromised, obviously." She said while looking at the inert corpse she had launched through the terminal. "We need to get you to a safe house right now."

Without waiting for my opinion, she began to move. Away from the exit.

"Erm, mom, exits are not..."

"I've got a plane, now stop dilly dallying and follow me. Did the boobs replace your brain?"

That hurt. I closed my mouth and followed the ogre/mother.

Most of the crowd had fled, but some stragglers remained. One particularly courageous teen had filmed the whole scene from behind one of the fountains in the middle of the terminal.

My mother passed next to him without a glance.

I caught up to her.

"Won't that be a problem?"

"No. In fact It'll be definite proof I acted to save you."

"Is the guard...?"

"Not important. He's out of the picture and that's all."

I looked at her, a sad look in my eyes. She was still a few centimeters taller than I, but that I had gotten used to. Her sometimes coldheartedness, not so much. That was one of the reasons I decided to study human minds.

She catched me glaring at her.

"Sias, you know..." She began.

"STOP!" a voice shouted.

We both turned around.

A few security guards were looking at us, clearly misunderstanding the situation.

One of them stepped forward. He looked like the security chief.

"Sir, M'am" He tried to explain in a stammering english. "Exit other way, incident is say be here. Danger."