Iwas in the bathroom crying the first time I saw him. He came out ofan empty stall, looked me dead in the eyes, and left. Although thislook lasted for not half a minute, it was the most harmful, yethelpful look of my life. I left that moment, leaving my fiance to herwine, salad and bread sticks, taking to the street unsure of anyfuture intentions. The street was at the height of it's eveningactivity and even through the crowd of people I saw him again. He waswearing a dark blue cotton tee-shirt, faded jeans and a smile thatseemed to say “I know you”.
Ikept on walking, ignorant of direction and design. My cellphone wasconstantly buzzing and its presence was beginning to worry me.Without thought I quickly tore it out of my pocket and deposited itin the nearest trash can.
Isoon lost track of time although not much could've passed, the sundidn't rise and the lights didn't fade although the hours dragged on.As I was walking I came upon a building that seemed to stand outagainst the towering jungle of steel and glass. It was an old brickfactory, neglected and abused. I did not notice this marvel of theindustrial era, I was consumed by mind, although my worries evadedme.
Mymind ran over the ideas of life and morals. I was considering myselfa philosopher when I heard a voice from behind.
-I believe you dropped this.
Itwas the man. I looked up at him and realized that I was no longercrying, he was holding my cellphone and gestured for me to take it.
-Youshouldn't have that
-Theradiation will kill you
-You'reawfully concerned with death aren't you
Idid not realize what he said, I still don't think I have.
Hedisposed of the phone and looked at me again, the same look he gaveme before. Though this time hesmiled, a smile that said come with me, a smile that put all yourtrust upon his shoulders, and took all the worry off of yours.
SoI followed him. I followed because there was no time anymore, thestreetlights seemed to cast their dim yellow glow without end. Theybetrayed me, they did not light the way, they fogged it the streetsran together, all under the same yellow glow, until there were nomore.
Irealized that I wasn't following him anymore, he was following me butwhen I looked back, he informed that we have arrived. I looked aroundseeing nothing and saw him leaving walking off, out of the glow, outof that incandescent hell. So I followed yet again, into the darknessunsure of what was ahead, although I did not care.
Wewalked through woods, I couldn't say how long it took, I'm not surethat it took any time at all. His house was cabin forgotten long ago,by all but him. It was all but falling apart. We sat down and he gotme a beer, he got one for himself as well. The beer was thick andfoamy poured into mugs that looked as neglected as the house, but Idrank anyways.
Wedid not talk but it was not an awkward silence, there was a respectbetween us, one hard to find now a days.
Idon't remember how but I fell asleep, it was a deep sleep that wasall but void of dreams.
WhenI woke up I was on a table, I was not able to move as my hands andlegs were strapped down. I jolted up and saw him looking at me, thesame look as before, though the smile this time was not on his face,it was in his eyes, it was burning into me. That's when I realizedthe tools, the fire, the scalpels.
Helooked at me and began to open his mouth, but I did not need anexplanation, so he stopped, and then he began.