Flames And Blades

Chapter Twenty Two: Wannabe

At some point during my call, Ted must have grabbed or was given a pot of tea with its accompanying mugs and two croissants from the kitchen. Both of which were great for the very cold autumn to winter weather we were having this year. I help myself to a cup and put the items in the bag that were underneath them while nudging at Ted to spill whatever was wavering on their face. Behind Ted, I notice small frosty flakes of what wants to be snow falling down and blowing around.

"So, I feel the need to explain my head to you, if you're up to it." There was a cute amount of hesitation and excitement in the tone, like a lost puppy getting to its owner so soon after being lost.

" Sure, have at 'er." This beam crosses Ted's face at my failed attempt at sounding American, and then the rambles come flowing in.

"Okay so you escaping, is not only one of the coolest things I'll probably ever get to do, but it has so many benefits. Besides you being all safe and cool and stuff."

"Okay, like?" I nibble on the croissant placed before me while Ted continues on with this level of excitement.

"So the fact that you came here of all places means your a high level of epicness for Boss, meaning you leaving his security, by a bunch of youngins is gonna make him so mad, and he can't do a damned thing 'cause it was his own fault for being so narcissistic." Short air break for Ted. "And then there's the whole once you do this you get to just like leave, which will like to kill Boss's reputation and leave all of us staff people the ability to back out of contracts and like leave with a crap ton of payout and letters of recommendations as seen from his own signature."

"Oh, hot damn he's really screwed." I try to encourage Teds high-level happiness onwards.

"Yeah and then there's this whole thing where you're like in this whole legend to be like the end of all these bad things and you plus these journals mean extra good things n' such."

"Woah hold up. What legends, what journals." a very quirked brow from Ted joins the group, and so does tilt to the table, where a really old not journal necessarily, but envelope filled with yellowed parchment pile.

"So like you're kind of, well the idea of you really, is a part of so many different legends that not even I quite understand yet, but it involves you being all badass and Mother Author being all 'yiss lets keep her and life is lived'. It's all pretty cool, actually."

"Um...This Mother Author, who the hell is she?" I think back to Derek's conversation and want a more in-depth explanation, besides cool stories.

"So, no one's ever seen her, but she's basically just God, only she uses Earth as a rough draft for what we think to be a higher celestial being. Anyhoo, only one record was left of her whole ideas and everything else has just been of overlapping myths and legends to gather one concept." Well, if I have to be a part of a celestial plan for the better, I may as well have a bit of knowledge on how and where I play in it. Ted nudges the parchment towards me and I read its inky cursive. It wasn't that old really, but still old enough to look twice its age given the right environment.

An Insight On One 'Mother Author'

She, she had the most beautiful skin I have ever seen. Or whomever she made herself into for the sole purpose of telling us few politely to understand the situation we were in if we had that many questions. It was a beautiful mix of what seemed as if coffee grounds and gold were mixed together. She carried both the warmth and bitterness of the drink, and the brightness and ability to be so soft-hearted, as well, I noticed.

She was a bitch, but a bitch, in the same way, everyone would be after getting torn apart again and again and then being forced to do the tearing yourself.

Her eyes alone spoke the words she wanted to convey. Through deep, dark purple irises that told everyone just how little she slept. No thanks to her new creation filling the endless depths her minds could wander night after night.

Mother Author was describable, yes, but understandable? Ha! Not even she was able to understand herself on most days, let alone understand herself.

After all, that's just a simple, human task. Nothing that would concern her mind.

Not yet, at least.

Reading the parchment left me more confused than before I read it, but I don't want to rain all over Ted's happiness so I just smile and describe how awesome it was.

"Dude, could you, take it with you? It'd drive Boss mad trying to find it."

"Piss off a very rude seeming man? Sure thing." I nod as what I recognize to be Rogers usual creaming over kitchen noise.

"SO, UH, TED, INDI, THERE'S A GUY HERE FOR YA. KINDA PEEVED RIGHT NOW." The subtle stutter and timing tell me its Warrison so I fold the paper up and put it in the satchel grab Ted's arm and continue through the kitchen way towards Roger.

Sure enough, it's Warrison, all by himself. Bouncing foot to foot, like any stopping of movement, would kill him instantly.

"Are you hurt? Insulted? Endangered?" His voice is slightly raised as if in a panic again.

"Nope. Nope, and nope." My confirmations come out with a slight twinge of perkiness I haven't used in ages, which gathers the quirked brow from Warrison that makes his scar pop up again. The people start staring and Ted catches on to my squirming a hair later than Warrison does. Both make a move to change the situation. Warrisons comes to my side and grabs my bag while offering his arm to me. And Ted starts leading us back to the patio set up where an exit to a parking lot is visible only if you're looking for it.

"Thanks for the uh- not killing me, I guess, Ted. Have fun watching 'Boss' shrivel up from his screwed overness." I turn awkwardly to look at Ted before I leave on with Warrison, where my hand ended up on warrisons shirt collar and my chin just fits on top of his shoulder.

Ted waves and smiles, "Thanks, have fun not dying and kicking ass, hopefully not mine." then, does a little twirl salute thing and leaves me looking at the signature converse I first saw on them. I turn around again so Warrison and I can walk and we continue on a few metres.

"So what exactly did you do, Indi?" His voice comes out calm and almost, well, chill.

"Okay, so basically, Since we could really use info, I grabbed my grams journal things when these guys popped up at her house and did some...stuff, so, I don't know how, but I blew them up and then got abducted and taken here. Where not one but two people relayed info to me for better usage and then gave me the ability to call you. So I did and here we are." I rush through my syllables, half in not believing it myself and half in hoping he wouldn't hear me that way. By his stance, he heard.

"You, there, strangers...in your house...explosion...kidnapping?" His voice could barely carry single syllables. It was kind of cute, actually.

"Yep, yep yep, and yep, Wari." He stops in front of this crazily overdone obnoxious motorcycle and hands me a helmet.

"You...You own this?" I buckle the helmet on, looking at myself in the reflecting chrome, and there's was enough of it to see just about any angle of attack and still block alien signals. Warrison just laughs to himself.

"No, I uh, hotwired the first thing I saw after you called." By now, both of us were on the creature and I became the one to laugh.

"So, not only did you park too horribly to exit with grace, but you also did so in close vicinity to a monstrosity of a death bike to top Luce's, but you also just went 'hey imma hotwire that'? That's kind of hilarious." His laugh comes in clear through the motorcycle helmets and the wildebeests' engine coming back to life. The engine dies not long after it starts, but it seems that Warrisons knows that that was going to happen and waits a hot second before kicking it again.

"Something like that, actually, yeah." Then, he boots it hard enough to make it do a click! Tugutgutuguckchoo noise. This, I realize, is what Luce did the first time, just with much more expertise. Both rides, I wound up going so fast I instinctively grabbed the person riding. Only in this case, Warrison started doing the guy chin dip chuckle thing.

As scary as the wildebeest had seemed, the ride itself became really nice after the adjustment to speed and fear.