VAGUE

CHAPTER 13 (PART 1)

CHAPTER 13

-PART ONE-

"Danger comes with Death; Loss comes with Guidance; Fortune go on its own"

Dust collected everywhere as far as the naked eye could see, spider webs wove loosely around books, dirtied shelves, and stands, a merely busted lamps hung from weathers, braided wires that were embedded into to cracked ceiling.

This place was pretty old.

The ground was littered with either glass, books, and torn paper. The crevices in the wall allowed small amounts light to filter inside along with thin ropes of ivy. Dust floated lazily in the air causing them a sort of difficult time breathing, and every step put more of it in to the air.

Gross.

All that was heard were the faint chirps of birds outside, the scurrying feet of invisible rodents, and the rustling of papers catching the draft. Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, color coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order, young adults section, children's section with low shelves and floor cushions, comfortable leather arm chairs, tables for quiet study, muffled stillness, librarian at help desk, hushed atmosphere punctured by the occasional child's laugh, coarse cheap carpet on the floor, computers for doing book searches, for surfing the web, people with automotive laptops, tutors and students, posters for book club on the wall, toddlers singing and story group, wall of magazines, shelves of CD's and a mysterious strange rack full of vintage newsprints.

Place for nerds.

The bookcase with its inky treasures adorned the quiet room, quiet in that sense of easy solitude and in the sense of gentle seaside hues, soft blues, greys and browns. The wood of the bookcase looked for all the world as if it had washed up on a beach, as if was once a part of a mighty sailing ship. Yet now it sits in its forever harbor, in that soulful bay that is the corner of this room. The bookcase was made all the more beautiful by the raw bark on the edges. It brought nature into their home, a reminder that they were still part of the living world. Just like the rest of the room it was just something Opal had picked up at random. It was old and basic but it still had integrity. Wood was straight and it hugged the wall. Closer inspection could see scratches, a little paler where it had been dinged. Touching the roughness, not minding one bit. It just made the piece all the more interesting, just like people's scars for they were always clues to a story. Heaved under the weight of the old volumes. Unlike its precious cargo the shelves were cheap fiberboard, more equipped for the modern romance novels than the heavy words of the philosophers from antiquity.

I saw something!

My thoughts and wondering stops. Something strange. The books on the left side isn't flat or organize like it should be, it was brokenly arranged.

Terrible arrangements

I crouch down to detect if someone was following us, it's like nothing but hundred percent sure that something was strange in this place. I never smelt that scent before, not bitter, not sweet, not like pollution.

Danger.

Taking my dagger and pretend I didn't notice anything strange. Taking a deep breath and decided to walk towards the direction of the shadow. I walk surely and just slower. I can't take my eyes off the direction, listening and watching attentively while holding my little knife secretly.

All is quiet.

"Hey! –"

"Jesus Christ Knight-Lock! You almost give me heart attack!" I hissed and hold his hands to manage myself.