Celestial Discord

Chapter 10- City of New Encounters

  Before I had time to react, my body had been spun around. As I was spinning, so was my head, and I became dizzy. My usual erratic thinking became static and all I could think about was who yanked me.

After spinning around, It took a second for me to regain my thoughts. Finally composed, I looked forward to seeing who the culprit was.

It appeared to be a girl about my age, maybe a year or two older. She wore a black beanie, had long black hair with a purple ombré, and had lavender gray eyes. She had on a long black ribbed turtleneck, black pants, and black rocker boots. The only part of her that didn't outright scream goth were her tiny silver dot earrings.

She looked as if she was scowling at me, even though I've never met her.

"Hey, kid."

I let out my usual nervous smile. "Uhh yes, do you need something?"

She pointed behind her. "That guy falling back there, did you have anything to do with it?"

"Hmm, why would I?"

"I mean, you sliced him didn't you?" she said nonchalantly.

I paused. I figured no one saw that. When I looked around, it had seemed like no one noticed. Had everyone seen it and ignored it or was this girl just an anomaly?

A hand landed on my shoulder.

"Oh, who's this? Ya had a girlfriend and you never told me?" Tucker teased me.

Of course that's the conclusion he reached, I thought.

"Uhh no, I don't know who she is. She kinda just grabbed me out of nowhere."

Tucker made a face. "Ehh, what a creep."

"Sigh. I was just asking your friend if he knew anything about the thief who passed out on the sidewalk."

"Why would Arthur know anything about that," Tucker asked, puzzled.

"Because the man passed out seconds after bumping into him," she replied.

Tucker looked at her for a second bewildered, and then without warning burst into laughter. "You think Arthur did something to him? He wouldn't hurt a fly."

Her face didn't change. "I mean, it's not impossible, is it?"

Tucker's face darkened. "It is. Arthur doesn't hurt people, period. He'd never think of attacking someone."

"Then why does he carry that large blade on him?"

Tucker looked at her, confused. "What blade?"

This time it was the random girl who looked perplexed. "Obviously I'm talking about the blade under his shirt. What else would I be talking about?"

Tucker slightly lifted up my pollo, just enough to see Essentia and her sheath attached to my belt loop.

Tucker cleared his throat. "Well it's clearly for self-defense. These streets can be dangerous, ya know."

She crossed her arms. "As if, the streets couldn't be safer. The crook that ran into you probably wouldn't have made it two minutes before getting arrested."

"Look girlie, if you point a finger at someone every time something strange happens in this city, you'll be here all day."

Before she had a chance to reply, a hand rested on her beanie and was pushing down on her. She must've been used to this, because she didn't flinch at all, although her face grew a lot more uncaring.

It was a tall man that stood behind her. He had spiky red hair and fierce orange eyes. He wore a white v-neck t-shirt which was mostly covered by shades of yellow, orange, and red fur coat. The fur on the hood was red. He wore dark gray jeans and red and black Reeboks. Despite his chill demeanor, he looked very intimidating.