Never Die CH13: Student and Teacher
Matthew had been at Arturia’s home for about a week. The place looked the way it did before the Loquin’s exile. As such, it felt much more happy and homey. Even Arturia seemed to be a bit livelier. The Canadian was showing him more and more of Earth every day through his solar powered electronics. The older man found it fascinating and realized just how much he wanted to soak up all the information he could, for Matthew‘s stay was only temporary. Then his only chance to learn of a world outside his own would be gone.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was enjoying Matthew’s company. He tried to deny that they were anything more than acquaintances, but the fact that he looked so much like Alfaro was unsettling and getting harder to refute as the days went by…it’s those blasted blue eyes of his…and his smile…and his laugh…STOP IT YOU!!!…
Arturia was making good on his promise to teach Matthew how to read Loqu
Never Die CH12: Sharing Is Caring
Matthew wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep, but he gathered it must have been a while, because the sun was high in the sky from what he could see out the window. As he sat up, he felt something slip off his body. He looked down and found that he’d been covered in a blanket. He smiled gently as he rubbed the material between his fingers. It looked homemade and he wondered if Arturia made it or maybe even this Alfaro guy he kept mentioning.
He stretched a bit from his spot on the floor before the smell of food forced him to get up and pop his back and extremities. He took off his hoodie, hung it on the back of a chair and let the light breeze coming in tickle his bare arms.
Seeing the bed empty, Matthew looked up to see Arturia in the kitchen, bustling away. The man was sweating while he worked. Matthew found this odd because it wasn’t hot inside. Upon closer inspection, he realized Arturia was getting frustrated with not being able to do much of any two handed
Never Die CH11: Fever Dreams
Getting to Arturia’s home proved to be quite a difficult task for Matthew. The man was heavier than he’d expected for someone short. It didn’t help that the Canadian had no upper body strength to boast of, nor that the village consisted of many twists and turns. By the time they finally reached the place, Arturia was about ready to pass out. The man pressed his palm against the door and, after a short burst of magic, the door swung open.
Matthew was amazed to see that all the homes and businesses were built into the stone plateaus. The leader of the village and his family lived in a building of what appeared to be brick, but it still looked to be made of the plateaus because of the rust colored dust that had settled on the outside surface.
Once inside, he helped Arturia to his bed, creaking much like his own bed back on Earth would. As the older man tried to get comfortable, Matthew took a moment to take in his surroundings. Everything else appeared to be moderately n
Never Die CH10: Loqua
But the feeling of falling stopped as abruptly as it had started. Matthew’s eyes snapped open when it registered in his brain than something had his hand in a death grip. He looked up to see the man he’d found on the news station’s roof using both hands to try to pull Matthew up, heels digging into the earth to keep them both from falling off the side. The Canadian finally came to his senses and used his free hand to grab the side of the cliff and pull himself up.
The two men collapsed on the ground once Matthew was safe from harm. Still breathing heavily, the short haired man stood up, popped his back and then turned to Matthew, holding out his bad hand out to pull him up. Cerulean eyes blinked up at emerald and Matthew softly smiled as he took the hand.
“You may want to hang on, if you want to make it down safely,” the mystery man said as he pulled Matthew close, causing him to blush.
“Wait, wha-aaaaaaah!!!” Matthew sputtered as the man shot
Never Die CH9: Interrogation
“Where am I?” Matthew blinked stupidly, partly because he thought it was odd that he could understand the man now and partly because he thought it strange the man wouldn’t know where he was. The Canadian moved into a more comfortable, sitting position and was about to answer the man, when a wave of questions was launched his way.
“I asked where I am! What kind of place is this? This isn’t anything from the village!” The man’s green eyes were round with shock and terror. Matthew peered behind the man as he kept talking. Misty was still waiting for him in the shadows, making signals for the Canadian to make a move and run away. He shrugged, not sure there was anything he could do when the injured man’s focus was all on him.
Matthew tuned out the actual words the man was saying, concentrating on just the sound of his voice. It was very rough and slightly nasally. But it seemed to flow like water or wind, the sign of someone very intelligent.