Natalie Yacobson "Mutilated. Crypt of the Seven Angels"

She pumped into the sink inВ front ofВ the mirror so as not toВ fall down. The fallen knife lay on the tiled floor and as if waiting. Claire lacked the strength toВ raise it and again encounter doubts.

One moment she looked into the sink toВ calm down. The remnants ofВ water at the bottom inВ the semidarkness seemed mixed with blood. But Claire did not shed aВ drop. She did not have enough courage toВ cut herself. Nevertheless, she opened the faucet so that clean filtered water washed off something brown and thick from the edge ofВ the sink.

When Claire raised her eyes on the mirror, there was no other reflection inВ it. Only her own frightened face was inВ the background ofВ aВ dense mirror gloom. Here you go. She was just imagined. She reluctantly surprised, the most realistic can be simple hallucination. The same tangible and real as the blade knife on the skin.

BloodstainedВ rose

The face on the numerous TV screens inВ the electronics store showcase attracted the attention ofВ Claire. She saw it before. And this face, and this blockbuster. The actor was familiar toВ her for many films, only she did not remember his name. These American superstars divorced so much that everyone would not remember, and generous toВ the praise ofВ the press everything puts forward new names and creates regular idols, as if already existingis not enough. Claire never fond ofВ stars that were so willingly encouraged with languishing from loneliness or idleness people. She herself was aВ star for everyone who saw her. She did not need toВ be filmed into aВ movie or bribe journalists toВ become interesting toВ people. After all, she had her appearance, which shone as aВ star without the help ofВ aВ pawn articles and without aВ drop ofВ makeup. But such advantages did not let everyone boast.

AВ strongly applied actor smiled with dozens ofВ screens, depicting some kind ofВ supernatural creature. It was impossible toВ say about him that he was handsome as often called him inВ magazines and newspapers. Claire would rather call him pleasant inВ appearance than beautiful. Previously, she liked toВ look at him, but now she shuddered. The feeling was like it just broke not only the showcase, but also the screen ofВ one ofВ the working TVs and was touched against bare wires.

How strange! The creature from the screen as if stood near and was one ofВ the raised passers-by, and not another standard product ofВ Hollywood. It seemed even more unusual that one ofВ his appearance hurtВ her.

Prior toВ that, she had something similar toВ her only at the sight ofВ living people. But how such feelings could provoke just aВ picture on the screen, maybe even live and charming?

Claire could not understand herself. What exactly did she feel when looking at the screens? What is wrong with this person? What does he look at her that the dead man out ofВ the grave?

Evening street suddenly seemed gloomy and unattractive. Feet refused toВ go on. Consciousness muttered. Nearby, there was not even aВ single bench toВ sit down.

For the first time inВ aВ long time, Claire descended into the subway, and as if it turned out toВ be inВ some cosmic world ofВ studied walls and floors, escalators and rails. People moving along the schedule ofВ trains, like stupid somnambula. InВ the subway everything seemed technical and abstract, as inВ some microcosmos. Hollowing on the escalator, Claire was so fascinated byВ looking at the bright advertising posters on the walls, which did not immediately pay attention toВ someone standing ahead. He had very beautiful blond hair on the shoulders. Wheat strands were scattered byВ fan on aВ standing collar. They attached his appearance something aristocratic. Somewhere she has already seen him. Claire felt such aВ sharp desire toВ see his face that it seemed toВ charge everything around magnetism. And the man suddenly turned on her, as if hearing the call.

Yes, she has already seen him. But not so close, not so distinct. From amazement, Claire almost released the handrail ofВ the escalator. The heart pounded inВ aВ mad rhythm.

This face! The face ofВ aВ young man from the crowd, which appeared every time some accidents occurred with people. How he was still beautiful. Claire did not remember toВ see something more beautiful and correct inВ her life than these features. That would draw it. She wanted toВ catch up with him and delay or at least call, but she understood that he was unlikely toВ stop. From him she had some terrifying unavailability, as from ice block. And still, she wanted toВ watch and look at him, not taking off. Although something inВ it scarecrow and very much. Claire could not explainВ it.

She just knew that she would go after him, even if they were not on the way. Only he did not go down, although he stood far ahead ofВ her. But at the very end ofВ the way, he suddenly disappeared. Claire managed toВ notice him on the escalator, rising up. AВ beautiful face flashed directly opposite her ofВ the handrails. Claire turned toВ trace an escalator lifting view. Will his face become ugly, as for the first time she watched him. But the moving steps were carried out forward so quickly that nothing had not toВ see.

It’s time to go from the escalator. What if now to transfer to another and go upstairs after an amazingly beautiful stranger. Will she catch him up? What if not? Then she will have to buy a new pass to go back to the subway. Claire reluctantly moved down in the waiting room.

The crowd ofВ people inВ trains was not thick. InВ the evening, the metro is silent byВ passengers, but not today. With luminous posts ofВ information, Clair noted aВ couple ofВ sloppy dressed young people. The guy inВ black leather and with long blond hair with something like her beautiful stranger, but only remotely. He had aВ coarse face, and three-day bristles pierced on the cheeks. The girl who kept his hand was aВ thin brunette with clearly defined cheekbones and inВ the same cheap clothes as her friend. AВ couple carefully looked at the pointers, as if they did not know where exactly they were toВ go. Where did this feeling ofВ the burning solar strike, as if Claire crushed the fingers into the included socket and received aВ blow toВ the current.

How unpleasant! This has already happened toВ her before completely unfamiliar people. Other people. Not these. Those people who were already dead or are crippled.

Claire was hardly sinking on the bench inВ the very edge ofВ the platform. She loved toВ sit right into the first car driven byВ train, so the place was just suitable for her. Scarce lighting dropped glare on rails, marble wall cladding and boarding bench. Claire did not immediately notice aВ bright scarlet spot on the seat right near herself. An unexpected sweet fragrance hit the nostrils, aВ little mixed with metal smells, reigning here.

A rose in the subway. How strange! Someone threw it right on the bench. Of course, it was merciful than to throw it to someone under the feet. Its extreme petals just started to fade. Rose’s sourced sweet aroma is particularly pleasant in the plunge of the subway and as if someone was waiting. Maybe someone just forgot her here. Maybe to take it will be theft, and yet Clair involuntarily took it. The rose lay here as a gift.

For some reason it seemed Claire that it would be aВ crime this gift not toВ accept. She carefully took the stem with her fingers and began toВ consider bright red petals. The bud just began toВ bloom, and was already doomed toВ die. And all just because the rose was left too long inВ aВ hot room without water. Claire fell sorry for the torn plant, as if it was aВ living being.

She did not even notice how the next train came up and moved away, although she was sitting just at the edge ofВ the platform. Claire raised her head just when the train was already driving away. The windows ofВ the cars flashed at high speeds ofВ the cars reflected her frightened face. Maybe this is just aВ shooting game attached it toВ such aВ frightened and discouraged expression. As if something was happening.

Claire felt pain inВ the fingers. This is all rose. Its spikes turned out toВ be unexpectedly sharp. Probably, Claire made aВ mistake that she raised it. Now she looked at her own bloody fingers and thought where toВ take aВ scarf toВ wipe them. InВ the pockets ofВ her jacket was nothing left. And her handbag she did not take with her today. Claire with an easy misunderstanding looked at her own fingers inВ the blood, then again looked at her reflection inВ the flashed windows. It suddenly strangely transformed. Someone else looked at her from the window. From all windows. Initially, it seemed toВ her that this very beautiful young man she saw at the escalator. He could well have time toВ sit inВ this train. There is nothing surprising inВ this. But he could not sit inВ all the cars inВ aВ row and look at her from each window. No, this is just some kind ofВ light game. Some strong optical deception. Nobody looked at her from each window, it was only the reflection, layered one toВ another. Probably, it was they who created it inВ front ofВ her aВ terrible creature. Someone crippled and frightening viciously grinned toВ her from reflective glass, and Claire dropped aВ rose.

She was frightened. Although she saw this face before, but was afraid again, as for the first time. Goosebumps fled on the skin. The hand was still sick. Blood smeared on her fingers. Neglecting etiquette, Claire wiped her hand right about jeans pocket. Only turning around, she noticed that on the bench also remained aВ bloody palm imprint, but it was not her. The fingers seemed stretched and bony, as if strange.

Someone’s cries rang out after the train had already disappeared into the tunnel. Claire moved to where they shouted. There are several people who were late for the train and the duty officer who tried, as he could, to relieve panic. He distilled off the frightened people from the edge of the platform, but Claire still managed to look through his shoulder on the rails. Initially, she did not even really understand what she saw, but the spectacle was extremely unpleasant. Some kind of dirty rags on the rails and brown lodges… no, these were parts of the body. Many scattered parts. Have you ever been alone? Claire did not immediately notice a white-eyed head with a barred skull. A sticky brown messenger flowed along the long luminous hair. Only on the hairstyle, Claire managed to learn that Blonde, whom she saw five minutes ago in the subway with some girl. Obviously, the girl was here on the rails. Claire noted graceful chopped hands, obviously female parts of the body, the same dirty and brown, as some kind of rags with a garbage. Here is the death in the subway tunnel. How these guys were only lit together to fall under the train. Maybe someone pushed them. Or they played at the edge of the platform when the train approached. And maybe they were just so passionate about each other, which did not notice anything. On the moment it seemed to her that dead chops were still moving. That someone mutilated still reflects in the wall and laughs.

Optical illusion! Claire turned away. Probably she looked very bad, because the duty officer asked if he was worth calling her aВ doctor. Claire shook her head negatively. She knew that she looks too pale and frightened, and somehow devastated.

В«Did you know these people, Miss?В» asked the duty duty, nodding on the rails.

В«Not!В» Claire did not even turn around, because she did not want toВ see all this again. Her sole slightly slid about the tiled floor ofВ the subway, leaving aВ light red mark. Claire noted the rose petal adherent toВ the boot sole. It was all that she came on aВ flower.

The crushed rose was still lying at the bench. And its appearance was even more miserable than those bodies on the subway rails. She do not know why Claire raisedВ it.

She had toВ be thrown into the garbage tank, but instead, Claire hid her under the jacket and took her. She went home on foot.

Kisses ofВ Demon

Someone at home turned on TV. The cable channel again showed that the most terrible film, which already frightened it once. «Fear dot com» Blue-black shots flashed again before her eyes, as if funnel, sucking consciousness into an incomprehensible abyss. Frames combined something little clear with the image of some horrific torture and suffering. Claire was so afraid to see all this again, and here she saw. The crippled Jenny again crawled on the screen, blood flows from her mouth, and the feeling was like this, that’s, it breaks out of the TV directly to this room.

Claire caught her breath. Who could turn on TV and leave the movie toВ spin right on this terrible episode? Nobody came toВ her. Yes, and no one had spare keys. The house belonged only Claire. The girl is accustomed toВ be alone. She even had no pets. But someone has started the cable into the outlet and turned on the button on the remote control.

The stream ofВ sadistic frames did not end. Perhaps the torture produced byВ medical instruments were especially frightened. After all, everything is afraid ofВ operations, and surgeons. Or maybe everyone was Satanic inВ this, inВ how terribly the sacrifice itself turns into an obsessed evil ofВ aВ predator.

Claire all this reminded ofВ something. As if something, the same terrible happened toВ someone from the people close toВ her. InВ any case, the feeling was exactly the same. The events ofВ the film although remotely, but touched some kind ofВ looking history inВ her memory. Something like that was injured her for aВ long time. Probably, so she forgot everything.

Claire wanted toВ turn off the film before quickly flashing sadism and horror frames finally reduce her crazy. This will make you panicing anyone. It seemed that mutilated and, nevertheless, an incredibly predatory victim is still about toВ crash from the screen. But electricity suddenly turned off itself.

Claire with difficulty reached the bed. Claire still felt that the movie begins to drive her crazy. Black and white with an admixture of blue frames continued to spin in consciousness. Red on them was only blood. They spit, sucking consciousness into a bottomless well, full of torment, screams and abstract, but still frightening images. Torture! Blood! Pain! Screaming faces! Appears in convulsions, not the martyr, not that tormentor! Well and horror! Claire did not even understand where she had such a fear of torture. She was never tortured. Well, unless in the doctor’s office, when they took blood on the analysis or did x-ray. All medical procedures seemed to the Clair equally unpleasant and disgusting. And she could not tolerate doctors, as well as all those experiments they put on patients for scientific purposes. The maniac in films was just a doctor, and he spent the survivors of the operation. Anyone who has suffered in the office of blood delivery, such a plot will easily bring to the shock state.

InВ vain she looked all this. And ofВ course, at all inВ time the TV turned on byВ itself toВ update unpleasant impressions. Probably, everything was explained byВ some crawling inВ electricity. Claire decided toВ be satisfied with this reflection, because it was the easiest, although not quite logical.

She was afraid toВ sleep now, and still she threw back her head on the pillow. Usually darkness soothes nerves, but not after such films. Terrible phrases from the film also flashed inВ consciousness. В«Do you want toВ see it?В» В«Do you want toВ hurt me?В» В«Do you want toВ play with pain?В».

And along with them, they suddenly had completely different, uttered byВ aВ hoarse male voice, and not seductive female, as inВ the film.

В«Do you want, IВ will kill your enemies?В» В«Do you want, IВ will torment them so that even hell will be aВ paradise?В» В«Do you want, IВ will show you how you can do art on flesh with aВ knife, better than aВ brush on canvas?В» В«How can you not want toВ hurt others if they caused it toВ us: me and you?В» В«The enemies need toВ be destroyed, Cordelia, and having delivered them toВ maximum pain. How can IВ regret them if they did not regretВ us?В»

Her eyelids fluttered inВ aВ dream. Again this name. Cordelia! She dreamed ofВ her or she really heard it somewhere. Claire did not remember. She did not have acquaintances with the same name. But sometimes it seemed that someone calls herВ so.

Cordelia! Cordelia! Cordelia!

The name, as an elixir, healing the wounds on the body, but also aВ sharp knife, which led toВ suffering.

В«Cordelia!В» Claire whispered this name inВ aВ dream or just repeated for someone. Someone as if called her from the mirror, again and again repeatingВ it.

She woke up inВ the middle ofВ the night. Electricity, obviously, have already turned on, because the electronic clock on the table showed time. Ten minutes past three. Claire wanted toВ close her eyes again and suddenly realized that she was not alone inВ the bed. Near her was an angel. The most real angel. And he touched her. Touch resembled aВ love affection. Claire was not even alert, although the event was inВ general unusual. But for some reason it seemed that it should always be. He had toВ be here every night.

Angel inВ her bed. How beautiful he is. She probably was eager toВ stay for aВ long time alone only inВ order toВ see him. And it does not matter who he was: fruit ofВ fantasy or incubus. InВ addition, the feeling ofВ another body inВ bed was so clear. Here the face ofВ sleep was erased, and aВ dark fairy tale began. His touches were magic. He reminded the creature from another century and still somehow knew about the terrible film, which she looked yesterday, and the images ofВ which now was tormented her inВ nightmares.

His beautiful blue eyes spoke more than the words could say. Kisses burned. She ceased toВ be scary because ofВ the film, but the feeling ofВ some other fear enveloped as an ice water.

«Don’t be afraid of anything,» he whispered, «because I’m with you, and no one will make you evil.»

Claire looked at him with surprise. She already heard these words somewhere. She read more precisely. This is an inverted saying from the Gospel: «Speak and do not be afraid, for I’m with you, and no one will make you evil.»

В«Yes, no one,В» Claire agreed and focused her eyes. В«No one except you.В»

Why did she say it? He is so ideal. Only his hands. She did not notice these terrible burns before. And wounds. And wings. Claire screamed, realizing that she hugs something creepy.

She screamed for aВ long time. It seemed that the walls should shock these screams. But the creature did not disappear anywhere. It concerned the claws ofВ her flesh, but did not wound. Touch were tangible. And they were gentle. Although how generally cutting items like sharp claws or knife blades can be gentle?

InВ the consciousness, as if some kind ofВ door was opened. And the scraps ofВ memory were blocked like frames from aВ creepy film. Table for torture. Chains. Blades. Wounds. Satanic laugh. And at the same time fragments ofВ something gorgeous, almost gothic. Silk. Embroidery expensive fabrics. Fragrance roses. Blood on roses. Blood on gravestone statues. Blood on silk. Candles and books for witchcraft. The face ofВ aВ beautiful young man inВ ancient coat.

Claire could not connect the fragments ofВ the puzzle or find any logical connection inВ them. What did she see? AВ luxury ball or aВ witch ritual? Roses or graves under garden soil? AВ love caress or an inhuman torture?

InВ her mind, all the pictures mixed. Unlike fuzzy frames from the film, they were bright and colorful. They blinded her eyes, and Claire closed eyelids. When she dared toВ look into the darkness again, there was no longer anyone. Neither angel nor monster.

But where did he go? She felt him next toВ her. Wounds on her skin is not left only because he did not want toВ hurt her. But he could. Claire became scary from one thought. He could destroy her inВ one moment. So what prevented him? What game does he play withВ her?

If he exists, ofВ course. Claire could think that this monster jumped straight from her work if something like that had ever drawn.

But it did not occur toВ her. Never!

Innocent

Brad brought her flowers and candy. Normally! He visited her even when she did not want it. Usually he left gifts under the door and came himself, without calling, because he knew that if he would call, she could immediately refuse him toВ accept him. So today he brought orchids, perfume inВ beautiful gift wrapping and aВ box ofВ coconut candies. According toВ the form they promised toВ be delicious.

Claire sighed, but picked up the gifts. Brad has always been surprisingly persistent. And annoying. Painted blond with radiant blue eyes inВ aВ leather jacket. He dwined around the city on aВ rather steep motorcycle. He looked cool himself. Got aВ strong impression on the girls. And it seems that his muscles were developed much more than brains.

He prudently left gifts under the door, and he left. Claire thought that today it would be nice toВ see him. After all, he did not differ from those guys whose type caused her pain. Will she be able toВ feel something similar and when looking at him. Or such pain is able toВ cause her exclusively strangers?

Claire wondered and revealed a box of candy. They really turned out to be delicious. Coconut filling was her beloved delicacy. That’s just Brad… Recently, he stopped seemingly attractive enough to go through the street or ride on his motorcycle. He was the most ordinary guy. And she wanted to see something completely unusual. Something capable of giving a reason for fantasy and creativity on her drawings. Something similar to the image from yesterday’s sleep. Was it only a dream?

Claire looked at the orchids lined on the balcony. Their white petals became golden in the sun. Her eyes also slid down on someone’s blond head at the bottom of the street. No, it was not Brad. She just seemed so at the beginning. Some kind of neighboring guy with the same hairstyle. For some reason, at the sight of it, her covered a light wave of pain.

Already familiar sensation similar to the sunshine was so unpleasant and shocking. Claire hastily turned away. It seems, before at the sight of the same guy, she did not feel anything like that. She knew him, even though she had never told him personally. He lived in a neighboring house and often helped the father to carry some kind of materials for the building of the garage. Occasionally he met with a girlfriend. In general, the most ordinary guy. So why at the sight of him suddenly it became so painful. What if it’s a bad sign again?

It would be better for her no longer see this guy at all. Again! When will these outbreaks ofВ pain end? InВ aВ strange way, they arose at her form ofВ completely unfamiliar people. And then these people died.

Claire suddenly has aВ panic attack. She had no longer been particularly believer for aВ long time, but today she wanted toВ find the Bible called somewhere on the shelves. She wanted toВ know what kind ofВ fellow dreams and predictions above. What if above it and those whom she noticed, aВ certain biblical network spread. Some ofВ the highest strength reported toВ her inВ advance about the death ofВ people. These people were noted, doomed. Therefore, at the sight ofВ them it became so painful. She felt what had toВ happen toВ them. But why are they doomed then? And why exactly should she suffer because ofВ them? After all, she does not know them at all. And she is not at all the Heavenly Angel and not the Christian Holy so that all the skin feel sins and torture ofВ other people. If, noticed byВ her, people are so cruelly dying, then what they are toВ blame. What was so bad they could do for their short life? What kind ofВ heaven laid the guilt and retribution?

Is it from Heaven? Or is it from devil? Although if you count on the Bible, it was God who created aВ devil toВ punish sinners. And it became anyone who he tempts or pushes into the abyss, they are guilty and deserve punishment. The devil is not able toВ do anything without the permission ofВ God. So is written inВ the Bible. God orders, and the devil performs. So conceived inВ religion. Whatever it is contradictory, and all conclusions can be reduced toВ one. And yet Claire pursued aВ vague feeling that the Devil, whom she saw inВ aВ dream was created regardless ofВ God. He is created byВ people.

The Bible says that it was the devil that was the most beautiful angel ofВ heaven. And he became the most ugly.

The phrases surfaced immediately:

«You can’t even imagine what value means beauty while you have it. If it had happened, you would understand me.»

Claire clearly introduced himself, as aВ disheveled creature brings the knife toВ her face, and shuddered. She pressed her forehead toВ the door, as if trying inВ advance toВ hide her clean skin from aВ merciless blade. InВ the mirror on the wall, it was now reflected only byВ the corner ofВ her cheekbones inВ the frame ofВ the curly strands.

From the streets came the voices. It seems that his girlfriend came toВ that guy and brought with her aВ radio with loud musical records. Claire was unpleasant when, under the windows ofВ her quiet house at night, the music thundered and aВ drunk company ofВ adolescents had fun, but today she did not come out toВ specify them. She simply did not want toВ see these doomed and experience the pain. They are doomed. She knew almost for sure. They are guilty or innocent, but they are doomed. Her pain at the sight ofВ them is their sentence. It is experiencing aВ burning pain only at the sight ofВ those who will die soon.

She knew it. She came toВ this byВ calculations and observations. It was not necessary toВ have aВ lot ofВ mind toВ bring all parallels. OfВ course, no one would believe her if she began toВ tell about it. There are such things inВ which it is impossible toВ believe until you experienced them on yourself. Claire wasВ bad.

She did not even know this guy, but he knew that he was already convicted ofВ aВ rapid death. Creepy and strangely mounted paintings ofВ the impending catastrophe for aВ moment climbed the mind. What happens toВ him? Same as aВ pair inВ the subway? She presented toВ herself, as this cute blonde knocks on aВ car, for example, aВ truck that was done byВ the highway, and she became bad. Is it really happening? When she paid such close attention toВ the perfectly unfamiliar people, accidents have certainly happened toВ them. But she could not stop looking around or not toВ get out ofВ the house at all. Her attention still can attract someone. For example, someone who has shown on TV. And what happens then? She was not fond ofВ these people herself, some force that accumulated from the outside movedВ her.

В«Leon!В»

В«Morissa!В»

How loud it turns out toВ be able toВ scream concerned teenagers. Or Claire is so adgitated that she hears all the sounds from the street. Even recognition.

В«IВ love you, Morissa, love, love, love!В»

He shouts loudly, as if trying to prove to himself, he says the truth. And that this Morissa is the only girl in his life. But Claire remembered perfectly that a blonde guy, hugging this very dark-haired girl named Morissa, carnatively looked around at the beauty passing by. Including Claire. She did not approve it. She did not like when already busy guys look at her, as the most tidy in the whole universe. That’s what she stopped to love guys! Probably nothing can be done about it. Do not wait for loyalty from them. Some girlfriend explained to her that all these are hormones and a call of nature. Leon and Morissa were still very fragile, slender teenagers, in something slightly and sometimes such passionate ones that it even caused a slight disgust. Claire has always been unpleasant to look at the joung couple kissing, and now it suddenly has become hard and hurt. As on the eve of execution. What are these two guilty? Can there have such young as they, to be so heavy sins to erase them into powder? Probably the degree of sin is not determined by age.

Claire was firmly confident inВ one thing that neither God nor the devil could harm innocent. Although they say that everyone is guilty ofВ something. There are no absolutely sinless people.

When Claire noted Brad under her windows, already was evening. At such time it is pleasant toВ walk. She suddenly wanted toВ walk with him. Brad did not expect anything at all that he gets such aВ gift as aВ whole evening alone with the subject ofВ his adorations.

Claire, who succeeded, to drive away most of the fans, still struck Brad’s perseverance. He had long and hardly made everything to please, although he knew that she would still move him away. He brought flowers and gifts, looking for art galleries and publishers who may be interested in her works, used all his capabilities and connections to please herit. Even with the purchase of a house he helped her. And now he only did not sing the serenade under her windows. So why she did not love him.

«Let’s go to the cinema?»

Claire nodded, although she did not want to, but the proposal seemed toВ her tempting. Before leaving, she just pointed out Brad on aВ couple before aВ neighboring house.

В«What do you feel at the sight ofВ them?В» she asked him right.

Brad stopped and carefully looked at themhim. He performed all the orders like aВ dog, so now reacted toВ her question with an excessive seriousness. Claire has shovel breathing.

But Brad only shrugged.

В«IВ feel that we would be nice toВ do the same,В» he decided that it was rightfully understood the hint and even grinned. В«You do not think that, unlike them, we are already too old for this.В»

Now Claire grinned. How could he compare their two with such youngsters? Brad knew how toВ raise her mood.

InВ the comfortable hall ofВ the cinema, she immediately became better. Especially when Brad bought her Coca-Cola and Pop Corn. The film, which she would like toВ see, has already begun. They had toВ take tickets toВ the first session turned up at the box office. There were only eight people inВ the hall. Not surprisingly, everyone who turned out toВ be rash, managed toВ buy aВ ticket for aВ more interesting film. And here were only people who obviously had no place toВ go. Two fun guys put their feet on the backs ofВ the front chairs, because no one was sitting on aВ lot ofВ rows ahead. So, their shoes could also be considered for the audience. And the controller disappeared behind the curtain was inВ no hurry toВ intervene. InВ the rear row, some couple kissed, which events on the screen were not completely worried. The film looked gray and faded. It seemed that it was removed long ago and was very cheaply mounted. But Claire was delighted that this was not aВ horror movie. Something really terrible her nerves would now simply not stand out. After twenty minutes ofВ viewing, some viewer began toВ fall asleep. AВ completely empty dark hall really acted on nerves soothing. Claire did not remember when the last time inВ the cinema was so empty as now. InВ the middle ofВ the film she closed the eyes and saw aВ beautiful face. AВ dazzling beautiful face. It lay on darkness and faded frames. And the boring session suddenly turned into magic. The feeling ofВ dreams dissected only some vague pain, as if on the wrists ofВ Clair was the blade ofВ the knife cutting veins. The pain was so distant as pictures on the screen, but still tangible.

Claire opened her eyes and realized that the session was already, thank God, ended. What can you do? She liked more adventure films. As, however, the majority ofВ the public did. Nevertheless, leaving the cinema, Claire felt some kind ofВ happyness. The face she saw inВ aВ dream left the feeling ofВ something indescribable pleasant.

And now she saw his face again in the crowd. A handsome young man in a strange coat was in the crowd, he almost touched people’s shoulders. But they did not see him. People, a couple of minutes ago, came out of the neighboring cinema, formed a whole crowd at the exit. However, the wonderful stranger was well noticeable among them, as if one gold coin among the copper. He suddenly looked at Claire. Right into her eyes. At the same time, he, without stopping, went ahead past the stream of people, elusive, as the current time forward. Claire suddenly realized that he was coming opposite to human movement, but nobody was pushing him.