11-05-2014, 06:24 PM
The fire sent beads of sweat down Enzo's temples. There was a surreal moment that followed where Enzo was suddenly aware of a cold wind wafting searing heat against his cheeks. The moment of slow-motion passed when Bas's mutterings broke the solemn spell. Having referred to the young lady as his mother, the man was clearly sick. Perhaps he was hallucinating. If Enzo's heart was not already broken, it might have fractured again by the hammers of fire, death and despair.
The woman that caught Bas's attention turned with a smile. Her serenity sent a chill through Enzo unrelated to the wind. Obviously it was impossible for someone so young to be Bas's mother, but her protectiveness of him was as one. Yet at the same time, she was also unsettlingly dismissive. Men not in their right mind were always dangerous. Enzo was more aware of the sense than he was five years ago. Men were often not what they appeared. His Atharim mind turned toward the darker fringes of humanity and compared them to Bas's behavior.
Enzo shook his head. He was too unprepared and too outnumbered to walk into a potential den of the devil. There were too many oddities to be coincidence. He knew the area he'd met the two men, Bas and Pyotr. He could investigate when it was safer.
While the others departed together, Enzo jogged across the street, safely putting distance between himself and the burning vehicle. A crowd was coming. He blended into the mob and soon disappeared from sight altogether.
The woman that caught Bas's attention turned with a smile. Her serenity sent a chill through Enzo unrelated to the wind. Obviously it was impossible for someone so young to be Bas's mother, but her protectiveness of him was as one. Yet at the same time, she was also unsettlingly dismissive. Men not in their right mind were always dangerous. Enzo was more aware of the sense than he was five years ago. Men were often not what they appeared. His Atharim mind turned toward the darker fringes of humanity and compared them to Bas's behavior.
Enzo shook his head. He was too unprepared and too outnumbered to walk into a potential den of the devil. There were too many oddities to be coincidence. He knew the area he'd met the two men, Bas and Pyotr. He could investigate when it was safer.
While the others departed together, Enzo jogged across the street, safely putting distance between himself and the burning vehicle. A crowd was coming. He blended into the mob and soon disappeared from sight altogether.