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I am not dead.
8 years ago
It went on like that for hours. He wasn’t driving anywhere in particular, but taking routes that wound through the city without more than a stop-light’s pause. She talked. All of the divine as witness, she talked. But his demeanor never changed, exception for the expected acknowledgements. At a few points she paused and watched him, but he did little else but drive and look at her through the corner of his eye.
“So that’s it. You just want to watch the world tear itself apart?” Eleniel finally asked as they stopped in a service station’s parking lot. Ferello nodded, looking at herself in the mirror as she considered the implications. “Fine, wait here, I’ll be right back.” He exited the car and entered the station with the anxious shark still sitting and watching, digging for any sign that he might be turning her in. There was none. He came back with two packs of cigarettes, old-style soft container without filters, strips of tobacco leaf filling the paper. To her surprise, he passed one pack to her.
“Now what? Going to turn me in to the Staties?” she scoffed as she slit the pack open with a blade that had been sheathed within one of her robotic arms’ fingers. He didn’t smile at that one, just looked at the windshield in front of him while he scratched the other pack open and pulled one of the lumpy cigarettes from it.
“No, I’m interested. I’ll drop you off at your place, say the jacket was lost, but…” he places the stick between his lips and reaches for a lighter, taking a drag before finishing his sentence; “I want to see where you stop. If you stop.”
She looks at him incredulously for a moment. Taken by surprise would have been an understatement. “I tried to kill you… And you want to let me go?”
“Yeah, sure, why not? Not like you’re much of a threat to me, fish-breath,” he smiles. The first look of real amusement he had since she sat down to drink with him. “Besides, I’m tired. It would be too much of a pain to take you to the pen and lock you up.”
Ferello smiled back, confused, but not displeased. She got his jacket, his badge. That alone would make the time pass much, much quicker.
“So that’s it. You just want to watch the world tear itself apart?” Eleniel finally asked as they stopped in a service station’s parking lot. Ferello nodded, looking at herself in the mirror as she considered the implications. “Fine, wait here, I’ll be right back.” He exited the car and entered the station with the anxious shark still sitting and watching, digging for any sign that he might be turning her in. There was none. He came back with two packs of cigarettes, old-style soft container without filters, strips of tobacco leaf filling the paper. To her surprise, he passed one pack to her.
“Now what? Going to turn me in to the Staties?” she scoffed as she slit the pack open with a blade that had been sheathed within one of her robotic arms’ fingers. He didn’t smile at that one, just looked at the windshield in front of him while he scratched the other pack open and pulled one of the lumpy cigarettes from it.
“No, I’m interested. I’ll drop you off at your place, say the jacket was lost, but…” he places the stick between his lips and reaches for a lighter, taking a drag before finishing his sentence; “I want to see where you stop. If you stop.”
She looks at him incredulously for a moment. Taken by surprise would have been an understatement. “I tried to kill you… And you want to let me go?”
“Yeah, sure, why not? Not like you’re much of a threat to me, fish-breath,” he smiles. The first look of real amusement he had since she sat down to drink with him. “Besides, I’m tired. It would be too much of a pain to take you to the pen and lock you up.”
Ferello smiled back, confused, but not displeased. She got his jacket, his badge. That alone would make the time pass much, much quicker.
