"I am home." Elijah closed the door behind him, repeated his now little ritual of removing his jacket.
The house was empty and silent.
He sat down on the front of his table and he, once again, he started to rewrite his notes. In class they were starting to have some pretty interesting subjects and most of the time the things that the teachers talked about won't show up in the books. It was a petty, since some of the tales gave a really good insight of the life of a higher class priest.
That kind of anecdotes made him want to be a Platinum Crest, the stories about journeys, the encounters with beings that were so beyond the limit of the human understanding of normality... For now he had to conform with reading books and surviving in the city, but it was a beginning.
He took one of his calligraphic pens and tried to start writing a letter for home, and so he did.
He wrote about how big and different the city was, he said that he was eating well and that he was excited. He also mentioned Antonio and the fact that he was from a neighboring town, Uriel was shortly introduced.
"I miss you, so much..." A single tear fell into the paper, blurring some of the words.
He already had signed it with his full name, and redoing wasn't an idea. He waited until the tear dried out to fix it. After giving it a coat of masking opaque white ink he wrote his surname again "Cembra"
The sun was already out of the sky. Still, with no signs of his roommate.
Elijah ventured onto the kitchen, with its white walls and potent light-bulb that gave a slightly blue tint to the room. He already assimilated that he was going to eat alone that night, he opened the fridge.
Saying that the fridge was half empty would be an understatement, some vegetables here and there, a mayonnaise jar... He then went to the cupboards, he found some instant soup with tiny noodles. It was his first time preparing that kind of concoction.... He was more than glad that the instructions were clearly written in each sachet.
He just needed to boil some water, mix everything in a cup and it was done. He took a kettle he found in one of the cupboards and filled it with more water than what he needed just in case that Uriel would come home with hunger.
While he was waiting he felt a sudden urge. He opened the fridge again, they were there, in the back of the main compartment, the jars with the funny looking liquids. They were three of them, each one with their own bright color. He just wanted to examine at least one of them, he never saw anything like it, so he took one of them. As he moved it towards the kitchen table, little bubbles formed in the liquid.
The curiosity was killing him, he shook the jar a bit, more bubbles formed. The texture of it reminded him to honey. Maybe it was just that, honey... He opened the sealed container, the rubber popped gently. A fruity smell invaded the kitchen, so familiar yet so exotic. With the index finger he took some of the substance, it was sticky, a bit jelly like.
He tasted it, giving a quick lick to his finger. It was extremely sweet, but not unpleasant at all. And then, the light went off, he tried to guide himself to the door and switch the lights of the hallway. But he kept hitting different pieces of furniture, his heart started to race. Why? He wasn't afraid of the darkness. Or was it because of the fact that the air he breathed wasn't enough for him?
No.
He was drowning, but there was no water.
He fell onto the floor, he tried to call for help, but the house was empty and silent.
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Ficțiune generalăElijah has moved to the great capital of Nova Lucia as a student of the Faith of the Good Book. It seemed like his stay was going to be calm and he even has made a friend, Antonio. But his roomate, Uriel, seems to have different plans. This is an ad...
