Brodie? What in the world was this crazy man talking about? Shrugging inwardly, Farrago continued to follow Matthias.
Merlin, she thought, where do you think he’s taking us? Where do you think we’ll-in mid thought, Farrago stopped walking, standing rigidly. Her eyes opened ridiculously wide and turned an unnaturally bright blue, and she put a hand out, reaching blindly for Matthias. “They’re coming,” she whispered, a voice filled with agony and terror slipping from between her lips. Matthias frowned. “What?”
“THEY’RE COMING! Oh, oh… oh my god… it isn’t safe out here! WHAT AM I DOING IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS OPEN SPACE? Oh, shit….” Farrago covered her mouth with her hands, turning in a circle, looking for shelter.
Matthias frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?!”
Farrago shut her eyes and shook her head. “They’re coming! You… oh, shit. They’re here! They’re watching… they’re watching me!” She sat down on the floor, whitish, pearly tears leaking from her tightly shut eyes. Matthias kneeled next to her, peering questioningly into her face.
“Farrago? Seriously… what the hell is going on? Who’s here?” Farrago’s eyes flashed open, the irises suddenly completely black.
“The Watchers! The Watchers are here.”
“Uhh… right.” Matthias looked at Farrago like she was completely insane. She burst into tears again at his unaccepting reaction, and turned her face away from his.
“Go away, then. Just leave me here if you think I’m crazy. Just… just… just go.”
Farrago screamed at herself inwardly for making such an immature remark, for being so fickle. She had a way out of here, and what was she doing? Scaring it away, that’s what! With her insane babbling and her tears and her Watchers, she was driving away her only chance of escape… her only friend in years. But it was too late, now; the matter had already been placed in the open, and Farrago couldn’t bear to look at Matthias, to see how he reacted this time. She was no longer fascinated, curious; rather, filled with fear at the thought of losing Matthias now. She’d begun to like him, truly… right from his noisy boots to his hair. She liked his hair… it was so… twisty.
Well… it was only his decision now. Farrago still refused to look at him, and silently awaited the end.
1.03.2008
Potassium benzoate (preserves freshness)
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