Okay, everyone, time for another chapter in Whatever I Draw. For those of you who have missed out on the first two parts, here are the links to them: Whatever I Draw, part 1 Whatever I Draw, part 2. Please comment below and tell me what you think! Enjoy!
Whatever I Draw, part 3
by Eliza May
“Why did you draw the candle?” the man in the mask demanded.
“I-I” Tullier began, feeling defensive, but he didn’t finish.
“That was idiotic, Tullier. Idiotic. Even you can never be sure of what it will draw.”
After his initial surprise, Tullier’s face grew hard. “Okay, listen. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I do know how to use it better than anyone else. You might think you know how it works, but you’ve never actually used it. I have. I know its ways.” He paused, and then added, “And the least you could have done was installed a light on the stairs.”
Tullier could tell that the man grinned from under his mask. “Scared, were you?”
“The last time I entered a mysterious building on a tip,” growled Tullier, “I almost got killed. And a candle is a simple thing. Not much can go wrong with just that.”
The man rolled his eyes.
“Now who are you? Take off your mask, and you two, step into the light,” Tullier demanded.
The two in the shadows hesitated, but the third, evidently their leader, jerked his head for them to move, so they conceded. At the same time, the man pulled off his mask. He had a square jaw and set mouth. His short hair was dirty-blonde and disheveled from the mask, and he had blue eyes. Altogether, he was a good-looking fellow, and seemed to be an odd mixture of boyish immaturity and capable manhood.
Of the others, one was male, and other female. The former had hair much like Tullier’s, only shorter, and brown eyes. He looked strong, but not as tall or muscular as the other man. The last one, the girl, also had dark hair, pulled into a simple ponytail, and brown eyes. She looked, to Tullier’s surprise, quite feminine, unlike how he would have imagined a woman with such an occupation as hers seemed to be.
“Seeing as you are who you say you are,” the leader said, and now that his mask was off, he had a deep voice, but not overly so, “we had best introduce ourselves. I’m Kirk. This is Lago, otherwise known as Luger.” Kirk pointed to the man, who nodded in Tullier’s direction and patted his side, where, indeed, a luger was strapped to his hip.
Tullier raised his eyebrows and nodded in turn Lago.
Kirk continued. “And this is Stefania, Luger’s sister.” She smiled at Tullier. “Well, now that that’s over, let’s get to business. Here, Tullier, have a seat.” With a smirk, Kirk, motioned to one of the collapsing chairs.
Tullier rolled his eyes. It was hard not to like this young trio, but he wasn’t totally sure he could trust them, either. “Yeah, no thanks.”
“Question, Kirk,” said Stefania. Her voice was young and curious.
“How’d you know he’d drawn the candle?”
Kirk held out his hand for the candle, and Tullier gave it to him. Then the big man said, “See how the lines aren’t perfect? If this had been a real candle, the sides would be perfectly smooth, and the holder would be perfectly symmetrical. There are plenty of irregularities in this.” Stefania nodded, her eyes wide. Kirk turned to Tullier. “I thought you’d be better than this, kid.”
“Hey! If you’d drawn it, it would probably have turned into a, uh, man-eating banana or something!” It wasn’t the greatest comeback, and Tullier cringed inwardly.
Kirk laughed aloud. “Was that really the greatest thing you could think of? Whatever, I’m just giving you a hard time. Now come on, let’s sit down and discuss.” He flopped his bulk into one of the rickety chairs, which groaned in protest.
Tullier hesitated. “Uh, you don’t think we should go somewhere else?”
“Cause I was being followed when I came here.”
I hope you liked it! Stay tuned for next week’s post!