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ELLIOT

“im no detective but i think that dead body is not alive anymore” “...no shit sherlock”

perci · แฟนตาซี
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Chapter III

"you guys know each other?" my luck, of course she was gonna show up again sooner or later "we've met" she barley said anything yet I feel so nauseous.

it wasn't an awful feeling.

"oh that saves a lot of ti-" whatever he was about to say was interrupted by bell tolls from the direction of campus bringing our attention to how dark it was getting.

"elliot, im elliot by the way" "i-uh alex" she chuckled at my inability to form a simple sentence "i like it".

Elliot Elliot Elliot Elliot Elliot Elliot Elliot Elliot Elliot Elliot Elliot Elliot Elliot

the next morning rico was no where to be seen and both our boxes were still very much unpacked. unlike most the students here who had attended since last year,It was my first day. the halls are dressed in black and white and the tiles are a checker board with humans as the pieces. the whole building sends a chill down my spine and reminds me of something out of my nightmares.the students seemed less friendly and, the teachers didn't care that I didn't know my way around.staring at the ground I walked through the hall. nobody seemed to care that I was unfamiliar. nobody seemed to care that I was unusual. nobody seemed to even notice me. I had to take a glance down to make sure I was still there; that I hadn't turned invisible. nope -still there. I liked it that way. attention had brought me only trouble in the past, so I did my best to dissolve into my surroundings.

"ALEX!"right i forgot about this little complication

"...rico." he lifted his hand for what i assumed was a high five but i wouldn't be caught dead ever giving one of those to anyone so i just stared at his hand "oh tight i forgot being the mysterious one was your thing or whatever...so how do you like it" mysterious what now "...like what?"

"schoo-you know what never mind lets go we'll be late

we weren't late,actually quite early.however it seemed like most of the class was here already. The monotone buzz of several voices hummed like an orchestra of deadbeat droids. A single figure entered the room a few minutes later, sheer authority silencing the group,he walking in like he was expecting perfect order,followed by a few whispers telling me that he was unfamiliar to the group.There was none of the nervousness about him that usually came with new blood into the inner-city comprehensive. Ordinarily they shouted the odds from the start in some desperate and strained voice trying to follow the manual of teacher training college. But this man beckoned them in as if he'd known them his whole life and set about ordering his desk and papers. He wasn't tweedy or one one of the trendy ones in jeans and t-shirts. He had none of the middle-aged spread that he could have had at his age. He was dressed in a classic grey suit with a golden tie over a pressed white shirt. Quite possibly he dressed better than the principle, but somehow he belonged in those clothes with his close cropped hair and neat goatee of silver-flecked brown. From the glow of his skin he could have stepped right off a plane from the Caribbean. When he spoke, much to the surprise of the class, they all fell silent... "Philosophy, these days, is founded on the principle of love, but we use neurology and biology too, plus anthropology, some history and such. The old Greeks were wonderful, but we have access to so much more now and learning across subjects brings as a much more solid feeling of truth. The idea of love though, it taps into our intuitions, and there's so much intelligence there it's astounding. Perhaps love is the 'Philosopher's Stone' of our societies, not for an individual but for our Earth. It makes everything easier and now we have so many philosophy students. When we can say things in ways everyone can relate to we become this new and better society." i moved my the hair that was in my eye with the pencil i was chewing on earlier as if it will help me focus a little more "you shall adress me as Mr linkon,but please do not think of me as a high school teacher but more as someone who has a message for all of you" the way he worded it,made me feel like i was joining some sort of cult.This man is definitely cult leader.

the rest of the day passed event less,my mind wandering a few times to the shiny metal bars behind the vines, actually it was all i can think about by the time i got back to the dorms and before i knew it it was midnight and i was crawling through a tight hole in a brick wall

moonlight shone on the water like a pale band of silver,

a diffuse glow lighting the garden from pitch black to a charcoal grey. it looked even more beautiful than it was in the day light

"you there isn't is past your bedtime" my soul left my body at the sound of her voice

i turned slowly not expecting anyone to be there,that i was imagining things. but there she was her back against a dead tree hair pinned to the side,also even more beautiful than she was in daylight

"h-hello shouldn't you be asleep too"

"well yeah but the stars were practically begging me to stare at them they wouldn't let me sleep"

"the stars huh?" i looked up In every direction there is a star, should I fly into the universe any way would be the right way. I tilt my head, gazing upward, eyes more open than they can be in the fullness of day, not looking at one star, yet somehow seeing them all at once. stars... Living in the city, I don't get to see these beautiful blinking fairy lights in the night sky i read in books, they look like fireflies only they burn brighter against the glowing black satin behind layers and layers of serene clouds above our heads. Sometimes, when it is specially dark, stars light up so much their brilliance are mirrored from our dilated orbs. It's so surreal and it makes anyone wants to reach up for one, keep it in our hands for warmth and pocket it to bring home and keep them in a jar.

"pretty aren't they?" i turned my attention back to her who was prettier than those stars "its only natural for people to think they're looking 'up' at the stars but up is nothing but a social construct we are not standing up rather sticking out into the milkway, and looking down into the blackness of the sky,we are part of those stars"

she looked so exited talking about floating rocks i was scared to say anything to lessen the excitement in her eyes

what she had just said bought me great anxiety and satisfaction at the same time "oh"

"sorry that probably sounded stupid"

"quite the opposite actually"

"well what brings you here at this time...alex"

i levitated slightly at the sound of my name coming out of her mouth

why was i here, "i dont seem to remember anymore"