A Glimpse Of The Outside World (Pt 2)
The further the car moved, the more opportunity Acer had to understand the concept of Moorloch's predicament.
He withdrew his head from the curdling sight, his gaze-based upon the driver who ignored his discussing passengers.
But now that Acer was dazed at the man's facial complexity, he understood he wore a replica of the other masses.
'He's not a beggar since he has a job...right?'
Those questions lingered in Acer's mind.
He wanted to strike up a conversation with the driving fella, but he could predict the outcome - ignored by him and then left in a complete state of embarrassment.
Acer forwards his attention to Logan who still busily clicks on buttons and highlights links.
Finally, he seemed to be in the final phase of the tab as a relaxed expression clouded his face.
"So kid!" He looked at Acer with a weary smile, "Open your mind to a series of new experiences - especially with the Luxols..."
For the very first time, a husky, yet breathy voice interfered in the conversation, its aura engulfed in a stream of fear and unease,
"Sir! Please do not get me into trouble."
Acer only monitored the driver's impalpable expression, dangling on the brink of tears and shaky breath.
Logan relaxed into the comfiness of his seat, leaving the screen in a tab requesting for a thumbprint, and the driver consumed in his fright.
'Are we being watched?' Another question bubbled in Acer's head. But he quickly ignored it and rather added it to his stockpile of questions.
Staring outside through the window, the disgusting smell of leaking gas and petrol from the city entrance seemed to disappear, and the tension in the air loosened a little.
The scenery still didn't match what played in his head back in the academy, but it was acceptable when compared to the previous sight.
The average skyscrapers, apartments, and local shades remained dented in one way or the other, but the fineness of the street and average population mass were adaptable.
The area smelt pale and misty and was echoing the deafening chatters of market life.
Humanity in this area was on a decent dress and was aimed - though not in expensive tuxedos and black briefcases in the palm.
The sound of powering cars added a busyness to the street, and even jet-like cars sped across the basic car that gradually condensed in the street.
Tall poles are erected every square meter in the environment, either serving as functional traffic lights or just useless standing rods.
Feeding his eyes with enough view, Acer rolled the car window upward, blocking the outside noise with the soundproof nature of the glass.
Through the course of the journey, Acer had began to suspect just how far this pact was.
The sun was long up, and the streets bustled with life.
Finally, the car came to a rough stop, its location obscured by the blackness of the window pane.
Acer immediately tried to push the door open, feeling irritated by the moist air that had continuously circulated in the car over the hours, but it didn't budge.
"I have to make my transfer kid." Logan quickly explained, pressing his fingers on the blue screen in front of him.
<<Transfer To The Transport Union Have Been Successful>>
<<23 Tokens Deducted From Customer's Account: Chad 63B4>>
Swiftly, the door of the car clicked open, placing an awestriken expression on Acer's face.
'Who was that payment made to?'
Another question sprouted.
When Acer lodged himself from the small space of the car, excited that his joint finally made any movement, he realized he could have a more thorough lookout of the surroundings.
'So this is Buxtin Park!"
At this moment, Acer realized nothing in the whole of Moorloch could ever satisfy his expectations.
Parks were supposed to be the preservation of nature's greatest elements...or at least, an area that was spectacular that the general eye-saw of a state.
But Acer gazed at a negated version.
The area barely had any greenery or depiction of a natural life force, only garnering attention with a massive, yet ugly structure - like a glassy stadium entrance that led into a sport center.
"We're here to watch a game!" Acer unintentionally had a frown molded to his face.
The mere sight of the environment made his blood boil and lengthened his desire to explode.
If the stadium wanted to stand out as an edifice, it could have been more attractive to look at.
" We're getting lots of stares kid!" Logan whispered, "we better get to somewhere less risky."
Only then did Acer realize the situation amidst a bunch of crowds and moving cars.
Eyes glared particularly at him when compared to Logan, caused by his masked face and bloodied clothes.
"There's an abandoned tunnel somewhere around... If you don't keep up, give up your dreams of inheriting my ability."
"The ability!"
'How could I have forgotten.'
Acee could have termed himself as a hunter who'd fallen for the cuteness of a cat instead of killing it.
He was purging over Moorloch's condition when he had his own conflict.
Quickly he followed behind Logan's steps, almost running through the streets as the man walked with immense speed.
Soon both lads found themselves in the discrete of a secluded alley, revolving under the shadow of its opposite giant buildings.
Acer's stomach capsized upon sight of the ground piled with layers of refugee, exuding a distorting smell that even a raccoon will steer clear of.
Flies from the thrash perched on both lads, especially Acer since dried blood laced on his clothes - and unfortunately, they were a part of the species' favorite diet.
Logan quickly located a circular iron bar that was screwed tightly to the ground.
Pressurized by the wave of odor, Logan squatted to touch the iron bar, determined to disappear from the space.
"[Temporary Warp]"
After which, Logan stood erect and walked on top of the barrier, and irrespective of the translucent bar that exuded a purple swerve of energy, he fell through it like it was a wide-open hole.
Acer couldn't ask a question and followed after Logan, falling through the metallic bar like it wasn't there.
When Acer landed on the opposite space, he couldn't help but utter a pained growl.
His muscles and joints began to ache as if they had just rounded off with a wrestle... not from the fall, but the weird repercussions from passing through the bar.
Even Logan seemed out of place, probably victimized by the effect.
"Sorry! Things don't always go out smoothly."
Acer's eyes were wet and sour. He, however, had to regain composure.
If he couldn't handle a simple backlash from the skill, how could he hope to merit it?
"Now where are we headed?"
Logan looked around at the long passage that was now only now reminiscent of its past use.
The white light could barely hold on for a second, flickering like a weak candle during a thunderstorm that was accompanied by a destructive wind.
Logan replied, "To a few of my colleagues... and then to Plygania."