Mortal & Malignant

DISJOINTED

I finally caught up to the peculiar man as he continued to march in the opposite direction.

I could see the anger flowing through his veins, yet there was only hope in mine.

A hope for a better future, I want to be emancipated.

I want evidence, and justice.

I want to show virtue, and see an immense number of the nation standing behind me.

I wanted the world to know my pain, and I know my thoughts will be racing until then.

I finally let my mind rest and began to look around at how far we had gotten.

As I continued keeping my pace, I realised I was slowly falling behind.

I looked around could still only see a large area of green grass that stopped at the trebling further in.

"What's your name? I feel like that's the least you could tell me," the man swivelled around with such speed and grabbed me by the arm. 

"You'll stop asking me all the fucking questions and you'll listen to me. I'm not getting killed because of you. I told you were not safe and I meant it," the vexation on his face was profound.

I knew something was wrong, and he couldn't deny any longer.

Suddenly, my body felt ice cold. The unknown will always be the most horrifying thing of all.

I began to scratch my arm, almost as if there were hives coming through before leaving a red patch across my skin.

I continued to follow the man through the darkness and past the park across from the gathering.

There was a small wooded area that separated each side of each street, and we began to wander through.

As we continued to trod through all of the briar and shrubs, we finally began to see a road up ahead.

We passed a few streets that all seemed to look the same, homes that hadn't been taken care of and that had lost their touch.

We ended up on a property that looked abandoned, yet still cleaned up enough to be on the market.

The man pulled out a set of keys and swiftly opened the door before checking the surroundings out the front of the house.

I looked around with him at the cars and homes across from us before noticing the cold, dark air slowly making my skin begin to itch where I had scratched it.

"Hurry up, come and sit down," I slowly walked over to the smut and dirt ridden couch, and dusted it with my hand before sitting down.

"So are you going to tell me your name or is this all going to be one sided?" The man looked at me with concern, yet curiosity at the same time.

He slowly turned his back to me and began to face the window.

"My names Harvey Stone," I reluctantly took a deep breathe, as I was glad he had settled down but he always seemed ready to feud with me.

"Okay, Harvey Stone. I know under the circumstances this might be a little stressful for you, but I've been waiting a long time to find someone like you. Someone who can tell me more about what happened that day and why," I looked down at the ground, only to trigger another bad memory.

"Well, Serenity. You got yourself in a whole lot more shit than you realise. I'm surprised no one has even come looking for you yet," he placed his head and closed fist on the window and sighed. 

"It's not that I didn't want to help you back there, I'm just in enough shit myself. Just knowing where you are isn't good for either of us," he shook his head as he slowly sat down on another couch across from me, that was closeby to the window he had been standing next to.

"You and I are now both involved with one of the most ungodly men in this country. My great grandfather was involved with him, and so was the rest of my family. Whatever happened to you that day might've been for a reason, but it also might not have been," he scratched his head and took a breath before continuing to speak to me indirectly.

"So, do you understand how fucking serious this is? You're showing off your scars to make it any worse," I looked down at my body while fiddling with the dress, hoping to cover whatever had caught his eye.

The way his emotions switched so quickly was terrifying, yet there was such a sorrowful man hiding behind those eyes.

"Look, I just want to know what I'm meant to do now. You need to help me. It's too late for you to go back now, and I'm pretty sure neither of us want to die," I said.

Harvey stared at me with a blank expression, his eyes were almost red from the night wearing him out. 

He knew I was right but he didn't know what to do about it.

Suddenly, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. 

I looked over at Harvey with a quirky smile as I pulled my phone out and walked through the kitchen and into the laundry.

As I walked in, a musty smell filled my nose.

There was a washing machine in the right corner with a small shelf above it, and a small stool sitting at the far end.

I answered it and put it close to my ear.

"Who is it?," I walked over to the stool before sitting down, before the nerves caused me to start biting my fingernails.

"It's Adrian. I'm still sitting at the bar, wondering where you went. I know you said you were leaving but I didn't think that you would," I gave a loud sigh and threw my head into my other hand.

"Look there's some things I need to find out, you don't know how long.."

Suddenly, there was a rush of loud footsteps as Harvey ran towards me and snatched the phone out of my hands.

"What did I tell you! What did I fucking tell you! Do you ever listen!?" He held the phone high in the air and pelted it at the ground with such a lack of remorse on his face.

I flinched and shut my eyes as an ear shattering noise filled the room and pieces of plastic and metal began to scatter across the ground.

"I DONT WANT TO DIE EITHER SERENITY!" There was a pause of silence, we both refused to engage with one another for moment.

After many heavy breathes and frustrated looks, Harvey turned towards the staircase leading upstairs.

"You're fucked as well now bitch. If you hear a knock at the door, you better fucking run," the way he became hysterical was almost eerie as he began to laugh while continuing to walk up the extensive staircase.

"Wait, why would I have to run?" I asked.

Harvey stopped, causing the boards below his feet to go silent.

"Because this is his fucking house. One of many. People that are associated with him are being watched. Now I have to pretend your someone to me to try and protect myself," as I looked at him, I watched as he grabbed the wall and threw his head against it in frustration.

There was a loud bang before he pulled his head away in a daze.

"I don't give a shit what happens to you anymore, now leave me alone, cunt," his foul language began to build what kind of character he is.

Immoral, and loathsome.