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The sound of Lunetes feet on the pavement echoed through the alley. She didn't know where she was but she didn't mind, she liked unknown territory. Humming to herself she doesn't notice the footsteps behind her. She thinks of home. Home? She wasn't sure she knew what that was anymore. The thought of home always upset her, it was a cold and unwelcome place. So deep in thought it's almost like she doesn't notice that the footsteps get heavier and closer. But she is more aware of him that he was of her. The silver burning louder and louder on her thigh as his footsteps come closer. Her fingers stretch with want to reach for the knife strapped to her thigh, as it had been for years, just in case. He was so close the smell of his cologne burned her nostrils. Her next step haltered at she breathed in deeper. The silver turned cold the second she breathed out. She wonders what sex would be like with this unfaced stranger for only a second, then scowls at herself for her inpropper thoughts. She finds it hard to walk in a steady pace now. She breaths in the cologne once again. This time she could have sworn he laughed at her under his breath. Shaking her head she holds her breath and walks one step faster till shes out in the street. She stops, breathing out slowly, her ears strain to hear his footsteps. Nothing. She waits a second, a long second, then turns. No one. Her brows knit together. For a moment she thinks she made it up. Her eyes roam the alley way with frustration. Disapointment washes over her as eyes find a door. She would not get to see the stranger who smelt so divine.
Shame, she sighs to herself. Her feet stay planted to the pavement as she wonders which way to turn. Lunete didn't know where she was, or where she was going. All these buildings looked like houses, tightly knit together with the odd alley way and street conecting them all together. A giant grid. She groaned. This was not exciting anymore. This was just a map, not the adventure she craved.
Lunete was a strange small girl. She was twenty two and lived in a small apartment on the other side of town. Only there for three months she planned to stay only three more. She liked to move around alot, always looking over her shoulder, probably something to do with the distrust she held for all people. No one was after her though and she knew this. She was not important enough to anyone and she didn't mind. That never stopped the fear from creeping in though. The one constant person in her life was her psychologist, Sandea.
Sadea was a particular person. Thats what Lunete liked about her. They would video call once a fortnight and talk things through. Sandea wasn't always sure that Lune needed her. Most of the time Lune would sit there explain the situation and then come up with her own solutions, most better than what Sandea could come up with, and then fix them herself. It helped Lunete have someone there to listen though and thats why Sandea stayed. The money was nice but it didn't really matter to her. She found herself wanting to be Lunes friend, she convinced herself it was just proffesional curiosity but she knew better. That was the effect Lunete had on people. She drew people in and the more she did it the more she hated herself. Even her landlord couldn't help himself but feel like her father. She was an exceptional girl and he just adored her. He always called her his wild flower and encouraged her outgoing behaviour. His wife, a cranky old woman held smiles close to her chest and only ever gave them to her husband or Lune. Lune understood what she did to people but she couldn't accept it. That made things harder for her. After all why would they treat her with such kindness. It was just her negative thinking, she had talked about this with Sandea a lot. How could she think two wildly different thoughts. It was just confusing.
Lunete made the decison to turn left after a long moments thought. As her foot left the pavement a wave of hot heat and light pushed her down to the ground. The breath knocked out of her as her head hit the cement. Her ears rung so loud it was defening. It was only a few seconds but she didnt know what happened. A small cut on her lip gave her the metalic taste of blood, she knew her face bled too. Holding her hands to her ears she opened her eyes. Everything blurred together. Everything was too loud. She rolled over hands still trying to drown out the sound. Her eyes closed tight. Fire and rumble all around her. She wouldn't know till later but the building to her right had just blown up. A gas leak. No accident. A message.
She smelt him. That same cologne that sent naughty thoughts flying through her mind only moments ago. Openening her eyes she sees a man walking away unscathed. Her unfaced man in the alley way. He walks with his back towards her through the smoke. She screams out but she hears nothing. The ringing only getting worse. He stops and turns looking her dead in the eye and winks. He knows she'll be fine. Deaf for a few moments and a few scratches that would heal in only weeks. The explosion had knocked her over and in the process and blown her dress up exposing her lacey new underwear. His eyes couldn't help but stare at her ass for a moment but then they catch the glisten of the silver knife strapped to her thigh, he hesitates for a second before disappearing out into the smoke.
Sirens blare out in the distance and although Lunete couldn't hear them she could see the red and blue lights through the smoke. She swallows hard trying to understand what just happened. She was sore everywhere and the ringing hadn't left her mind but neither had that wink.