Circle of Togetherness....Part Deux

Continued from last time.... See... I did write again!! Woohoo!! Two days running.
Anyways....You'll have to excuse the excessive (in my mind) text. Well basically it's what you people may call the setup phase of the story.So yeah.

You gotta let the people know where our lovers are coming from..
I would have liked to let the mystery remain still...
Suspense and all...
But ya...
If ur smart u'll realise u don't really know much about them anyways...

U may know wat they're thinkin at the moment....
But seriously speakin...
U have no idea what they are doin there..
Wat the hell is going on...
Slowly by slowly u'll get ur answers....

So yeah...
Part Deux..
The guy...
It continues....

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Watching the shock on her face made it worth it. No matter how many times he saw it it still amazed him at the full range of her emotions. But then that might even be considered a kind of sadistic pleasure. The poor girl had no idea what she was in for. And well, knowing the kind of paranoid loner she was, he could relate to the horror she was going to. But then again, this was necessary. From what he'd learnt in the past convincing her of anything was almost impossible. This shock made her more receptive as it is. Shock her out of her beliefs. Yeah, that's what she called it.

Smirking, he stepped out of the shadows. He finally could get a good look at her. She may never admit it, but she was beautiful. Not in the over glamorous celebrity way. No her beauty was more general, what you might even call prettiness. And her face was one of love. No, she wasn't cupid or anything, but every time he set sight at her he couldn't help but be amazed at the depth of compassion and understanding on her face. It made the wait for her to come bursting through bearable. Though at the moment all he could see on that face was a mixture of shock and horror. God, how he wished he didn't have to go through this cycle, but there was no other way.

"Wha......Who.....How..???"

"Right... My point exactly. So, whenever your over the shock and regain control over your slack jaw we could move on from there. So far we've established you can speak."

"But.....My name....How do you.....know....Who are you?? Wha....???"

"Exactly. As you may imagine, we have a lot of explaining to go through Lisa. And well I'd rather get through this quickly so we can move on. I've made reservations we wouldn't want to miss. But take your time, no hurry, not like time really matters here anyways."

Sarcastic. Witty. Handsome. That was him. Born to rich parents and an only child, he fit the stereotype of your talented overachievers perfectly. The kind of person who was naturally good at everything he did. Not that he ever had to do anything as he would no doubt inherit some grand empire from his parents and never have to work hard his life. But he had other plans for himself. Worldly knowledge said he was destined to be it all, prefect, star quarterback, head boy, most popular guy in school all the way through college.The life of the party, King of prom and what not.

Unfortunately, he turned out to be the guy who after seeing a path of gold spread out ahead of it, would rather just go get lost in the woods. He delighted in the unexpected. Rather, it amused him to take the least expected and most random path through any situation just to see how it would affect those around him. For someone so talented, avenues of enjoyment were few and far between. And funnily, he chose to amuse himself just doing as he pleased. Of course his parents and peers were not exactly ecstatic seeing the way he was turning out. But what were they to do?

So he turned out as an adult as he wanted to. A man of 24 years. Most men his age would have by this time got a degree and be settling into the routine they would follow for the rest of their lives, something they called a job. But that wasn't in his plan. In his words, when you're gonna be inheriting the worlds best bakery, whats the point in baking a cake yourself. No, he convinced himself he wanted to see life, see the world. Not the nightlife as most people would think, because he'd seen more than his share of it through his few years. No real life. He just wanted to live each day at a time. Doing what? Nothing most of the time. Anything he pleased the next.

Silently now, he stood before her. Recent events had changed him a lot. In a way they had molded him, given him purpose. Before, he felt like a pilgrim in search for something. Something he didn't know where to find or what to do with. But all that had changed in the blink of an eye. He had found his meaning, his purpose. But now was not the time to get lost in his own thoughts he reminded himself. No. He had more pressing things at hand. It was time to go on with operation "Shock and Awe". He couldn't help but chuckle at this thought. She did have a wondrous sense of imagination that girl.

"Oh.....Hey... Listen here mister. I don't know who you are or how you know so much about. But it's obvious to me you've been -"

"Following you around? Stalking you? Come on dear. Think about it. It's been what...months since you left your apartment? So how possibly could I?"

"Look. I don't know who you are or what you want from me. But I'm warning you, stay away or else I'll call the police."

"Police? Excuse me, but isn't that why you came bursting down here in the first place? Sorry to disappoint you, but there is no police. Well no criminals either so we don't really require them anyways. Thus, I guess you may call it my privilege to inform you, my dear Lisa, that we are the only two people left in this city!"

He stood there quietly chuckling at the look on her face as the full impact of what he said finally struck her. He was doing fine so far he thought. Now onwards the more difficult phase began. He had to make her fall as deeply in love with him, as he was crazy about her.....
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-Aiman

Ps.- Still feeling my way around...Rough around the edges...Just hope it wasn't a bore....Hopefully the tempo should pick up....