Chapter 39 Concerns In The Dead Of Nigh (1/2)
Despite being assaulted by the pressure sprayer, Laz bettered his use of his new sense over and over again. He also was able to focus and aim better, finally clearing all the paint off of the bag. By the end of the day, Laz was able to anticipate when he was going to be hit and move out of the way. The very last time, Bill just stood there with the wand dripping while staring at the young man in front of him.
Laz had jumped around, flipped and roll to the point that Bill just stopped trying. The worst part was Laz had kept his eyes closed the entire time, as though he was taking a nap and sleep walking. Bill eventually just walked around while muttering something about using the gun next time. His words sent a shutter down Laz's spine, but he wasn't going to stop him. He could tell the training was working, although it probably wasn't what Bill had intended.
It was already night by the time his training ended and Laz just crawled up to the hayloft and laid down. He was tired and didn't even have it in him to find food. Opening up the door, Laz took a deep breath of the cool night air. Although the random hose downs had cooled him off, he was still hot from the day. Laying down on the blanket he had brought with him, he couldn't help but think about the changes happening.
It was the number one thing on his mind, even if he never let it bother him. He didn't know what was happening and if the news was any indicator, he might change more any day. It was scary to even imagine.
He was lucky in that he felt like he could talk to Bill if he wanted to. Although the old man was a bit of a pain, he was helping him in a way he couldn't help himself. He didn't know anything about fighting or training, so he needed the old man to do his best to make him ready. Of course, if you were to ask him for what, he had no idea.
And no one was really going to explain it either.
Thinking up to this point, he felt like he needed to check the news as it seems like changes were constantly happening. Reaching for his phone which he had actually brought this time, he noticed a strange alert.
'What's this? A text message? From who?'
Laz unlocked his phone and saw it was a message from Kennedy. Thinking about it, he realized that she was probably the only contact who would text him.
:Hey:
It was sent around 6 hours ago. He didn't know if she was still awake or if she was mad that he never responded back.
'Was it better to wait and act like I didn't get it? Or respond back as though I've been busy?' Laz correctly decided to go with plan B.
:Hey:
'Smooth Laz, real smooth.'
It didn't take her long to respond back.
:You're suppose to text me back asap in case it something work related.:
:Is this work related?:
:Well, no.:
:Then there is no problem.:
:Do you have a problem with me or something?:
:No.:
:Fine:
Laz was somewhat confused about what had just happened. He was just being honest and direct, so why did it seem like he did something wrong. Although he felt like he made he mad, she actually text him back soon after.
:Can I ask you something?:
:Sure, what's up?:
:Are you scared about all this?:
:About what?:
:About what's happening to us?:
Laz sighed to himself but didn't respond right away. He had addressed this many times in his own head so he just needed a moment to organize his thoughts.
:There was something I read once which seems to fit this, ”It's better to light a candle than to curse the darkness:
Kennedy didn't respond back right away so Laz just kind of settled himself a bit more and got comfortable. He had taken off his water and sweat soaked shirt and left it hanging on a railing to dry along with his pants. He couldn't but look out and admire how bright the stars were tonight.
:That's kind of profound. Where did you read that?:
:Oh, uh... Just a book online.:
:So does that mean you're not scared?:
:No, I'm fucking terrified. Every day I wonder if I'm going to wake up with like a horn on my head... Or even another head or something. Well, maybe it would be a third head.:
:YOU ALREADY HAVE TWO???:
:Heh.:
:You asshole...:
:Thanks.:
:But what if you did wake up with a horn or something?:
:Well, I guess i would have to wear a hat then huh?:
:You're not being serious.:
:No. It's my coping method. I would probably be so scared I would curl up into a ball in the corner of the room if I ever just sat there and thought about it without doing something.: