Atham snaps out if it slapping himself in the progress..
that slap hurt even more now that his nose was also wounded and hell it hurt a lot.
He wiped off the blood atleast making it seem like he wasnt wounded.
"I schouldnt think about it too much" after some time of cooling down and some calming speeches to himself Atham finally starts walking up the street drawing him even closer to the center of the redzone.
He really didnt want to go into a Meeting, right now he was just exausted and needed sleep but work comes first.
Afterall he made himself a living off of it and he couldn't afford getting fired so late into his contract.
As he walks past the flower shop his body stiffens freezing him infront of the entrance.
In this Moment His memory betrayed him and took him back to the exact moment... Regret starts to wash over him at the thought of what happend..and he was even more ashamed that most of the memory was erased it felt wrong to not remember such an event afterall it had a huge impact on his life and he couldn't just move on without knowing what happend.
But he didn't had time so Atham quickly made his way away from the closed Shop completly ignoring Mrs. Goldhamster that is now staring at him a worried expression present on her face.
"This isnt the time I....schould hurry up"
If I was late and Stadium found out I was late again well...Im practically dead..
Atham now fastens his paste but sometimes turning around to steal glances at the shop until it vanished into the distance..
"Why do I feel so attrakted to that goddam Shop"
He couldn't even react as he felt something bump into him..
He fell back onto his thighs.
"Ughhh what the fuck look..whe..re. you goi.."
Somehow his words got stuck in his trouth he couldnt think clearly while looking into the strangers face..
He smiles at Atham giving him a quick
"Sorry" his voice was low and a bit rusty as if he didnt speak that much.
Behind the cloak he could only see some white hair emanating from underneath it.
How unusual...
The stranger didn't waste time before quickly making his way behind his back and into the shadows of a backalley practiacally vanishing into the night...
Atham looks after him his eyes widen in shock.
"He was familiar somehow..where do I know him from... I schouldn't know strange people like that"
Atham gets up putting a hand on his aching thigh..
Another detail he noticed on him that was quite unusual about the others appearnce
"Hmmmm... His eyes...they were Red..... why do I get this sense of deja vù as if i've seen them before..but where..where did I See them."
The thought's race in his head thinking about the so familiar stranger... but they were quickly discarded other things needed more attention right now.
"oh shit I still have to get to Stadium"
In all the trouble he completly forgot about the meeting.
Atham's face goes blank whileand he slowly starts to run into the direction of Hq.
Stadium isnt a nice Organisation after all but a contract is a contract and its Not like he can get out of it now and he also wouldn't want it to happen anyways.
they paid good and Atham couldn't live without this job anyways so win win right?
He runs faster his legs feeling more and more burned up until he finally after what felt like an eternity arrives at the Hq.
Atham pants.. not getting enough air while still standing infront of the building.
He couldnt pull up like this afterall.
"oh god please dont let me be late I can't take a beating from the headmaster today"
He steps inside already getting greeted by a smiling assistant " you're late Atham"
Oh hell naw...