The CityMature

“Why the heck are we here?”

I didn’t answer Will, staring out the window, fiddling with my necklace. The glare of the blinking streetlights reflected on the car window, beaming a dim golden through the night. Muffled shouts, cries, hysterical laughter thick and heavy with drunkenness came from all around, people lurking and stumbling through the shadows. Prostitutes stood at the street clothes with their over-done make-up, as homeless thugs were on their knees begging for money. I swallowed, my mouth dry as I watched a man shrieking back at a woman, slapping her across the face.

“Can we get out of here?” Will continued, glancing about anxiously. “Guenevere, or whatever your name is…are you still here?”

I paused, and then said, “Pull over….pull over right here.”

Hesitantly, he did what I asked. I opened the door, stepping out. “Wait…where are you going?” he asked.

“This is where I am supposed to go.” I answered, remembering my Mother’s commands.

“If I didn’t see….what I saw,” Will grimaced, but continued. “I would think you were insane…I still think you are insane.”

I chuckled, “Thanks for all your help, Will.” With that I shut the door and started to walk, shivering at the strangeness of the place.

Will rolled down the window, driving slowly at my side, “It’s dangerous out here. Especially at night. I…” he glanced about briefly. “…I don’t feel comfortable leaving you out here on your own.”

Before I could reply, a gun shot went off and a fit of terrible laughter. We both jumped, and Will pulled the car over once more, parking and getting out of it, still halfway in the car. “Come on, Guenevere. Get back in the car.”

Frightened, I still shook my head. “No. This is where I am supposed to be….I have a mission.”

Will sighed irritably, reaching in and turning off his car, locking it before he shut the door and walked to my side. “C’mon, where are you going?” he inquired, looking around warily.

I felt a slight relief at his presence. “Your car will be alright?”

“Dunno,” he shrugged, trying to half smile, though the nerves in his expression and voice were easily given away. “I won’t be able to sleep easy if I know I left you in this part of town at this time of night….and if you are who you say you are, then your pretty important to the destiny of the Earth.”

I smiled faintly, feeling slightly touched by his words. “Thanks,” I whispered.

“No problem,” he shrugged. “So…where we going?”

The End

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