Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 12:45:51 GMT
Daniel's heart was still racing. He kept staring at the pond to calm down while the sun faded. He thought about Anne. He would have to come clean with his best friend about her. Soon.
When he finished his prayer, his Turkish friend rolled his mat and sat next to him.
"I am not a fan of conspiracy theories, though I need to mention something about your wound," said Mehmet Ali with a tone reminding the ginger boy of a Speak & Spell. "Sufficiently deep to be painful, but not severe if you know how to treat it; which luckily enough I do."
Daniel rubbed his stained, bandaged hand and kept listening.
"I can't prove my hypothesis but either that weird girl could select you from the crowd, cut your palm and hide her blade within seconds. Or that action had been planned meticulously, even to the extent she could have known I'd be able to treat you right away."
"Why would Robert Smith's sister have any interest in me?" Daniel asked. "Nobody ever does."
"Killing was not her primary goal,” Mehmet Ali answered. “Incapacitating you was."
This explanation didn't make sense to Daniel, though he agreed that using his hands, even just to eat, had been a nightmare. This theory seemed over-the-top at best, until he remembered the previous events.
"When it happened though, I somehow felt like... the universe went off-balance."
"You know the whole world doesn't revolve around you," smiled Mehmet Ali.
In response, Daniel just looked at the ground to propel a few stones in the air, effortlessly this time. With a blink of an eye he changed them into projectiles, falling into the pond. He smiled back, knowing that neither his science nor his religion could explain that phenomenon.
The teenagers stared at the blanket of fallen leaves, thanks to the neoclassical French street lamps around. They could hear the vociferating boombox, more than forty meters away, tuned into the main theme of the Beverly Hills Cop. That distraction probably prevented them from noticing a cracking noise nearby, though Daniel uncontrollably shook his head.
A few minutes later, a streetlight popped and Mehmet Ali noticed what seemed like a thunder bolt coming out of it to vanish near the grass. He pointed at it but Daniel -who was holding his head- missed it. His grimace revealed pain. Mehmet Ali immediately searched the first-aid kit for paracetamol.
"It's gone now," Daniel said. "It just happened twice. Throbbing but short."
Unworried, he took out a pain au chocolat which, according to him, would be the best medicine of all.
From the surrounding plane trees, pigeons flew away. Ducks flapped their wings and swam to the opposite bank with haste.
Mehmet Ali thought something was really wrong tonight.
“We should depart.”
Daniel, who was on his last mouthful, didn't hear that and instead thought the time was right. He looked on the floor, deliberately avoiding his friend's gaze.
"I need to talk to you about Anne," he said.
