Chapter 64, Childish Doodle

Chapter 64, Childish Doodle

Sam wiped at her forehead, smearing a streak of red paint across it. Within her eyes, a conflict was taking place, one between the exhaustion brought on by the late night and the sparking, glittering mania of the situation. That feral grin she had gained almost an hour ago was still plastered across her face even now, but something in the way it broadened just a smidgen informed Kreig that a change had occurred.

George had a similar expression, if somewhat subdued. Although his face showed none of her expression, his eyes were just as bright, dimmed only by the solemn realization that he wouldnt be getting any sleep that night.

George took a step back from the canvas, paint-stained hand shooting up to rub his chin. Id say its pretty much done.

Yeah. Pretty much done, Sam echoed approvingly, arms crossed over her chest. A fire seemed to blaze up in her eyes as she grabbed the canvas from off of the stand and held it up for Kreig to see.

Until now, Kreig had been stuck in a middle point between constant, uninterrupted thinking and sliding into his soldiers habit of waking meditation. He just didnt know how to react. The last time he was forced to pose for a portrait he could at least be sure that hed be there for a few hours and that his painter wouldnt do anything strange, but with how his siblings had been looking at him over the past hour, the situation was completely unpredictable. And now, it seemed to have come to an end.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Kreig turned his weary gaze to the painting held in her dirty hands.

It was well, honestly, Kreig wasnt sure what he had expected, but this sure was/nt it.

First of all, that couch was way too small. Almost comically so, being the approximate size of a small stool shoved beneath his body, which, in comparison, was massive. For some reason, Kreig was happy to notice he was wearing clothes. A white, paint-stained apron and regular, modern clothing. Still, for some reason, his body reminded him of some sort of massive bull, swollen and huge, lying on his side just as she had wanted. His hair was long and his face was pale, eyes hazy

And he was smiling.

Sure, the smile was just a single, unbroken black line, but A smile.

While he waited for his tutor to arrive, he poked around a little. Not much, not too prying, but he did take a look around. Of course, its not like hed dare to touch the television or anything near it, but he did find a small row of what seemed to be books along the edge of one of the small cupboards. Once he picked one up and flipped it open though, he realized that it wasnt a book. At least, not quite.

It was filled from edge to edge with small, strange-looking paintings, periodically interrupted by small bubbles filled with text. Wait for me! one of the bubbles said, Ill see you on the other side.

Hm. Although Kreig hardly recognized this exact form, it did somewhat remind him of some murals that could be found here and there, telling stories in a series of pictures. Except these pictures were very small. And with text.

He turned to the picture next to the first one. Please dont go, the bubble said gravely, Im not letting you leave me. As Kreig continued, panel-to-panel, he found that time seemed to be going in reverse. Either that, or he was reading them in the wrong order.

...Yeah, he was reading them in the wrong order. Though, that posed the question: why would the panels go from right to left when texts were usually meant to be read left-to-right? Very strange.

A chime resounded through the apartment and he was forced to leave the book and the question behind. His tutor had arrived.

She was as radiant as the last time he had seen her and just a smidge less obviously terrified.

Unlike yesterday, they actually spent the day, well, working. Sort of. The hours before lunch was spent familiarizing Kreig with the subject of social sciences and establishing how hed best learn such subjects. Lunch went well and Erica seemed to, once again, thoroughly enjoy what he had to offer. The time after lunch was spent with science, and unlike what Kreig had expected at a glance, with her tutoring he found himself unexpectedly understanding parts that he believed would completely slip his mind.

Once she put her mind to it, Erica was surprisingly good at explaining things in a simple but thorough manner. And, at the end of it, he found himself completing exercises that seemed impossible at first glance with ease.

And when he finished a problem like that, and Erica came over to check if he completed it with the proper solution, and she told him he did it just right, he felt a strange surge of pride.

And when Erica left for the night, he had completely forgotten his plans of cancelling the tutoring.