Avenging Angel (Split Fan-Fic AU)

Chapter 6 - Feed The Machine

What a day, she thought opening the front door. The sun was setting, leaving the sky with bright shades of orange, yellow, and reds. She closed it from behind, walking onto the porch throwing on her dark jean jacket. Casey crossed her arms and leaned against the wooden railing, taking a deep breath of the crisp clean air. She admired the fall weather, the trees dangled colorful leaves, making the block look even nicer than before. Light breezes came upon her face, moving her long dark brunette hair gracefully in the wind. Casey saw the mailbox flag was up, she got up from her spot to go retrieve the mail.

The door opened with a slight crack. The man made his way out sprinting down the short set of stairs turning the corner to his garage in the back. Unlocking it, he pushed up the giant garage door causing it to make a squeaky loud rattling sound. Casey shot her head up at this and turned. It was him, she hadn't seen him in the longest time. At least a couple of weeks now, he disappeared, she wondered what had happened to him. Maybe it was family stuff, or maybe someone could have passed away, she thought. She hardly knew the man at all, but she still for some reason seemed interested in this odd, yet quiet man.

She pushed up the mailbox door shutting it closed. She only got two envelopes, and a hunting magazine. Making her way back to the porch she placed the mail on the small table next to the chair. Taking one of the tiny dead flower pots and placing it onto the letters making sure it wouldn't try to get blown away. Suddenly hearing loud screeching noises that came from behind, almost startling her. She turned and saw the man pulling the metal trash cans out near the side street. She watched him do his thing, trying not to make it obvious. She made her way back to her seat on the wooden railing. She was small enough for her body to sit without falling over and making herself look foolish. She lifted one knee up, and letting the other leg dangle freely on the other side.

The man was removing the tops on the two trash cans, keeping them as far away from his body as he held them outward. He walked back down the driveway lowering his head watching where he stepped.

"Hey." She said softly, but loud enough for him to hear.

His head shot up along with his eyes, making his body jolt in place. It took a moment for his brain to register when he saw her.

"Hey." He said quickly, feeling a bit stumped, and unprepared.

It got silence for a moment.

"I haven't seen you around." She said.

He didn't expect her to notice that he wasn't around these past few weeks. Now remembering he was almost going to kidnap her by mistake. That plan had been shot, destroyed, tampered with in the end. He couldn't bring himself to for fill his full purpose. He had to shut the horde out, he couldn't bare explaining his pitiful wrong doings. Asking himself everyday why he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt irritated, and perplex be his actions. Dennis had to say something his mind was running a mile a minute.

"Well, I've been out of town." He said continuing his walk again to the garage.

Casey's eyes followed him until she couldn't seem him, she didn't feel turning her head a million times. The giant garage door slammed shut. She could hear the rumbling of his keys fiddling in his hands. Casey tucked her one knee closer to her chest wrapping her arms lazily around it. He walked back removing his white gloves.

"What's with you and gloves?" She asked curiously, remembering when he put the same type on when he was fixing her bathroom pipes.

"Dirty." He answered quickly without looking at her direction.

Casey felt curious about this man. He was always so quiet every time she'd seen him around. Well he wasn't around much actually. She didn't dare ask where he went over the past few weeks, that was none of her concern.