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This story is part of Chiaroscuro Writing Extravaganza (Again) event. Below is the second part and here is part one.
The stranger was accompanied by other people but they left just before I got closer. He then immediately struck up a conversation about the weather as if to avoid the subject of the previous conversation. I knew he wasn't really good at small talk as there wasn't that much weather to talk about. Thankfully we changed the subject to books and we started walking somewhere, I wasn't yet aware exactly where but I felt a sense of security coming from the man so I didn't really care. My subconscious knew that even though he is a complete stranger I was safe with him.
We walked a couple of blocks and we got into a rich part of town which I rarely visit as it is too expensive for me. Suddenly out of the darkness a car drove up to us and they started shouting something to the stranger in a strange language. I had no idea what was going on so I just stood frozen in place. He responded with a few angry shouts then looked at me and grabbed my hand tightly and shouted: RUN! as we both took off and ran into the nearest establishment.
I didn't realize at first but just as we were talking about books we ran into a book cafe that had a small counter with a coffee machine behind which there was one barista and the rest of the space was occupied by seats and bookshelves we ran through the aisle in the middle and then we got in between the shelves trying to hide. When we got deep enough in the maze of books so that hopefully they won't find us I asked him "What is going on?" to which he replied in his smooth soothing voice: "These people bought something from me and they are angry I ripped them off… and that was a stupid thing to do, but to give these monsters such a powerful weapon would be even worse". I was frozen in place my mouth wide open in disbelief. Did I just follow a gun dealer? Is he a criminal? I thought to myself.
As if he read my mind he then continued "I'm not some criminal, it was one time and it was a stupid thing to do okay? Besides thank you for helping me out earlier as I was scared that they would check it but they got scared by you.". While he was talking I slowly pulled out my phone from my back pocket and I was ready to dial 911 but I hesitated to think. Maybe he is really just an innocent guy caught in some weird plot. I'll at least give him a chance to exonerate himself but first I interrupted him: "sorry but I still don't know your name". He was shocked by my question and sheepishly said "I'd prefer not to say but now that you are involved… my name is "Wilson Bates". Now I understand why I felt so safe and I was even more petrified of what I had gotten myself into.
| Credit | Special thanks to lyliaa for writing the first part :3 |
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