Lone, Alvin Farciert [reading strategies book txt] 📗

Chapter 1

Dark quiet sky. Sounds of the hovering planes and when their gone. Billions and billions of star shaped lights, not bright enough to light up our skies just lye there. Still!. Quietly. Doing nothing.

But not me. Thoughts slither their way out to the real world. I see people for what they really are, I get to experience it first hand and I don’t get it. Emotions cut deep in me, I feel their pain but I don’t get why they do the things they do. I just don’t get it. How can they be so narcissistic, easily manipulated by temptations. Its pathetic! I like to think of myself as an observer, constantly watching the streets I walk in. And how can you blame me for exposing it?

Exiting the terminal with nothing but a duffle bag strapped around my chest and a backpack. I travel light, don’t need much. I got enough weight on my shoulders. Delta’s previous passengers flee past me as I watch as impatient people wait for their loved ones to come through the door.


The crowd barricaded by a line they cannot cross and exhausted passengers become plastered with hugs and kisses of familiar faces. A slight emotion escapes and I smile. I remember that. But IT did not come back for that. IT disappears as do I, through the crowd and out. Outside those airport doors is a different world. Leaving the wasteland, I can instantly feel it. That old calming feeling.

The air thick and unbelievably cold, suffocating to most. The world a cold and dark place and we ask why? Well the world isn’t evil, we’ve just made it that way. And sure life is hard. Sometimes to brick to inhale but we do chose to live so we take it in; If you don’t like it, hold your breath. I missed New York. I missed this, all of this ;the cold dark walks with nothing but my shadow by my side. It tames IT, calms me down. And it helps me think.

Shoes meet the half stepped snow and I meet the bus stop. Strangely only me and a elder man await our transporter. Most people take a cab after a long flight like I had but I’m not like most people; I appreciate the trip ,it gives me time to untangle the things running around in my head. Others rush by, quickly passing by, skimming through all of it but not me.

I enter the bus and with no surprise I see few passengers. So few passengers! All look so different but the outcome is always the same. They come in all shapes and sizes; all engineered for the greatest expectations but instead they lie and destroy. You’d think they’d learn from each others mistakes. The back is the best spot to observe these emotionless machines we call human beings.

Gazing out the window, the passing of the cars. I've always found city transportation to be a funny thing. A crowd full of strangers- packed into seats just a pull from reaching their destination. Who are they? Where are they going? What are there deepest and darkest of secrets? These questions can be easily answered but why waste time really? There all the same. Middle aged white man with red roses on his hand. Constantly checking his watch for the time. Haha I don’t gotta be a mind reader to know what he’s up to.

My transporter arrived at my destination and as I prepared to leave a black elderly man boarded the bus. He counted the spare change on his hand barely having enough fair for the bus; he looked up and smiled at me. Weird as it was, that look! That hollow stare looked strangely familiar, like id seen it before. Somewhere.

The thought got lost in the back of my mind cause I was here! Where I use to take place but not like I use to be. And they were about to find out. I stood there in front of it, the small white house. Old broken down, falling apart, along with the rest of the world. I began approaching the back door; quickly but quietly I started to pick at the door with my two lock picks just waiting for that click. That perfect click, that beautiful sound like everything is right and I’m where I’m suppose to be. I’m suppose to be here. I smiled.

I walked in to see shades of darkness spread across the living room; slightly still visible by the light coming from the small openings of a few windows. Lurked past the living room, dodging the exposed areas and I crept upstairs. I found myself in a bedroom. There lied someone’s back facing me, gift wrapped in a dark blue blanket. Light? Her lamp was still on and there I saw it. That beautiful carved piece of metal. I held it in my hand for a moment when…

I was grabbed from behind, it came out of no where. How hadn’t I noticed? Immediately I retaliated by swinging back my elbow into my opponents ribs. He was hurt by the blow. I took hold of his right hand twisting it! Forcing him onto his knees and now he was vulnerable; and I watched him. This disgusted look came over my face. How weak! Its pathetic!

The back of his skull calling at me and I raised my instrument made with this thick cold steel that wouldn’t just bring him pain but pierce him with that calming cold in his body. He would feel just like I’m dieing to feel right now. To have that cold, calm the devil hell fires in me.

“Sylar? SYLAR! What are you doing?” She said barely awake but her eyes opened enough for me to see the terror in her eyes.

What she was seeing wasn’t the same me; Wasn’t the old me she had seen so long ago. It had been five years since she saw me, since I disappeared so long ago. Her emotions were running wild, happy and terrified at the same time. So many things were popping into her head, I could hear it. I didn’t want to, it just happened. Strong thoughts tend to break through and I couldn’t stop it. And there I caught it, the man I had on his knees was her boyfriend. Mom?? Has a boyfriend? Panicked of not knowing what to do, I let go of the strangers arm.

The stranger struggled to his feet, breathing heavily. We stood there in silence; All three of us. You’d think being able to read peoples minds would help avoid situations like this but I had learned to control what thoughts got in. I looked at mom. “I’m sorry. Its just that..” I said.

“No, No, its my fault I’m so sorry for attacking you like that” the man said. Trying to be friendly.

“Its alright…. I should of called” I replied.

“I can't believe your here. I thought you would never come back.” My mom said surprised like I hadn’t just been standing here for a while. Her waterbed eyes ready to pop any minute.

She got off the bed and approached me slowly, cautiously as if I was a wild animal that might turn on her; or maybe she was afraid this wasn’t real. I could pop into her head and find out but some things are better off left alone. And I never did use this on my mom because after all, we look up to them. What would happen if I found out she wasn’t looking up to material? What if she was fake like the rest of them? I couldn’t bare the thought so I rarely lurked in my mom’s mind.

“Of course I would come back mom. I told you I would. Happy birthday.” I told her.
December 22 the start of winter, also my moms birthday. This is the birthplace of that old cold calming feeling and the birthplace of my nurturing mother. This is where it all began, its where I began; the first baby step towards me. Winter, the start of coldness and the absence of heat. I love it! January, winters highest peak and also my birthday. But it was my moms birthday so I would make sure it was a great one.

“Happy birthday? Its not till tomorrow.” Mom said, with this confused smiling look.

“Yea but its past 12. And I thought I'd come visit you for your birthday.”

“Visit? You mean your not staying”

“No-I have to get back to school and my work”

“So this is the son your always talking about. Its a pleasure to finally meet you.” The man said, extending his hand to get to mines but he did most the work. We exchanged looks and gave a solid handshake.

“And you are? I said. Sure I knew the answer already. His name was Henry Rivers and he had been dating my mom for about five months now but I had to play dumb.

“Ohh this is Henry, we've been dating for a while now, Mom said

“Nice to meet you” I wasn’t!

“Are you tired? You must be tired, come ill set you up in your old room” Mom blurted. Yea I guess she can see it. I was pretty tired, it was a 6 hour flight from L.A; not including the hours I spent at L.AX waiting.

“Yea okay. But ill fix up the room manana. Ima hit the hay, I’m tired” I said, tomorrow was gonna be a long day and I needed my rest. I opened the bedroom door.

“Sylar” Mom said with her soft little voice.

“Yea”

I’m glad your back” she said with a wide smile.

“Me too” -Me too.


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Publication Date: 02-12-2011

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