Bonds

Chapter 1.2- Maria's cookies

I opened the door and left the room. I dragged the sack across the floor and walked over to the elevator. There was obviously no need to treat him with finesse.

I pressed the 'D' button, which meant 'down' as it lit up. I waited and watched the pad on top of the elevator as it showed numbers and counted up each time.

I read the numbers going from the number '145' . . . '146' . . . '147' . . . ting!

The elevator door opened. The number of people were less than usual.

I walked into the elevator, dragging the brown sack along with the rapist inside it. I pressed the 'G' button on the side and waited as the doors closed. The elevator door closed and went higher and higher.

A few people got out and we went back down. As we went back down, more people entered the elevator and left it.

When I reached the ground floor, only three people were left including me and excluding the rapist inside the sack.

I walked out of the elevator. The people in it stared at me as they walked out of it as well. It obviously would look weird when a girl was dragging a sack into the elevator which looked like it was carrying something heavy, alone in the apartment building.

I ignored them and their rude stares and kept dragging the sack across the hall.

I reached the doors to the outside. It was those doors which opened in contact. There was a security guard next to it. As I approached him he bowed at me formally with a hand in front of him and one behind him. He smiled while bowing and looking at me.

I nodded and smiled back. I rarely smile. And when I do, most of the time it's just a fake one. I try not to get too friendly with people. The more friends, the more the danger they will face from my enemies. And from what I do, I have a lot of enemies.

I kept walking as the doors opened. I walked outside of the hotel. It was supposed to be dark outside, but the lights emitting from the buildings were so bright that it almost seemed like day.

I nodded at the guard again, it meant that he would call room service. I told them earlier that I might need it and that I would tell them if I did. But room service would need a lot of work to repair that room.

I carried the sack off the floor and threw it over my left shoulder. It was like I was carrying a bag of garbage, but it was a little like that, wasn't it? Although, I couldn't keep dragging the sack to where I was going . . . the sack would get dirty. Even though it was already stained from within, there wasn't any need to stain it from the outside. It wasn't my property anyway. It was the agency's.

I walked on the streets. People were staring at me as they walked. I bet they thought I ran away from home or something. But I really didn't have any home other than the apartment I live in, which is enough.

The agency was pretty far, but it was still in town and then again, not so far away.

I walked for almost thirty minutes and then stopped. I stopped and faced a building which was almost as tall as the apartment building I lived in. But the apartment building I live in, it's one of the tallest buildings in the town, and possibly in the city, too.

I stared at it from top to bottom, just to check the height. It was pretty tall.

There were lights all over the building. I looked back down to the entrance. There were two guards who were guarding the entrance. But the entrance doors were bright and normal like any other building.

The guards were staring at me as I stared back at them.

I walked over to the entrance with my sack. Most buildings had just one guard, and this made the building looks suspicious . . . Maybe I should tell Mr. Kurosawa about that.