Way Ward
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
650
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Chapter Three :
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Grant\'s smile couldn\'t be contained . A big wide grin , verging on insanity . But , that can be expected when one has just be set free from a half a lifetime imprisonment . He walked down the street not caring that savvy business suits and mini skirts bumped into him , and stepped on his shoes . He didn\'t mind because these people where nothing to him . He had absolution to achieve . These people where nothing more than the cloths that they wore . He eased down the side walk , slipping in and out of crowds . Until he finally came to Steven\'s Steakhouse . A swanky little place that brought back memories that should have been forgotten . He walked in and looked at the hostess . Who looked at him . Grant wasn\'t exactly the best looking man in the place . He was wearing twenty year old jeans and a old t-shirt . The only thing he owned . The hostess pointed at a sign it read ; Business Apparel only . Every one was laughing and enjoying themselves , all dressed up . Just like he and Rachel ...
Grant snapped into action and pushed the teenage hostess out of his way . He found the nearest table and plucked a steak knife off of it . The man who was sitting there was just dumb founded . He started to say something but decided against it . Grant cut himself a piece of steak and ate it . Well to eat is a physical action . He absorbed it . He swam in it . He savored every thing about it . Then he walked out , to the hushed silence of fear . The door shut behind him , and naturally then the man spoke .
\" I never ... \"
His footsteps had a saunter , he was taking everything he wanted from the past . He was just a boy before barley nineteen , but now . Now he was a man , or even more than that . Now he was a god . Nothing scared him anymore . Nothing at all . It was a fitting me for a free man , steak and murder to fill the emptiness inside of him . He had lost everything and they say you can never be truly free until you have nothing left . The only thing that Grant had left , they only thing still clinging to his past , was his nostrils flaring to try and suck in as much Cherry Blossom scent as they could . The sugary sweetness , reminded Grant of the good times . The sexy , like candy rolling off his tongue . That was all it was about though . She never loved him . She was just a user .
He was still clutching the steak knife , still holding it white knuckled tight . He was through it all . He just wanted absolution .
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Grant\'s smile couldn\'t be contained . A big wide grin , verging on insanity . But , that can be expected when one has just be set free from a half a lifetime imprisonment . He walked down the street not caring that savvy business suits and mini skirts bumped into him , and stepped on his shoes . He didn\'t mind because these people where nothing to him . He had absolution to achieve . These people where nothing more than the cloths that they wore . He eased down the side walk , slipping in and out of crowds . Until he finally came to Steven\'s Steakhouse . A swanky little place that brought back memories that should have been forgotten . He walked in and looked at the hostess . Who looked at him . Grant wasn\'t exactly the best looking man in the place . He was wearing twenty year old jeans and a old t-shirt . The only thing he owned . The hostess pointed at a sign it read ; Business Apparel only . Every one was laughing and enjoying themselves , all dressed up . Just like he and Rachel ...
Grant snapped into action and pushed the teenage hostess out of his way . He found the nearest table and plucked a steak knife off of it . The man who was sitting there was just dumb founded . He started to say something but decided against it . Grant cut himself a piece of steak and ate it . Well to eat is a physical action . He absorbed it . He swam in it . He savored every thing about it . Then he walked out , to the hushed silence of fear . The door shut behind him , and naturally then the man spoke .
\" I never ... \"
His footsteps had a saunter , he was taking everything he wanted from the past . He was just a boy before barley nineteen , but now . Now he was a man , or even more than that . Now he was a god . Nothing scared him anymore . Nothing at all . It was a fitting me for a free man , steak and murder to fill the emptiness inside of him . He had lost everything and they say you can never be truly free until you have nothing left . The only thing that Grant had left , they only thing still clinging to his past , was his nostrils flaring to try and suck in as much Cherry Blossom scent as they could . The sugary sweetness , reminded Grant of the good times . The sexy , like candy rolling off his tongue . That was all it was about though . She never loved him . She was just a user .
He was still clutching the steak knife , still holding it white knuckled tight . He was through it all . He just wanted absolution .