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Once he started to make up coffee, She watched him every closely. Still could not shake off the feeling of it all being a trap. It was either a learned instinct or developed paranoia. When handed over the cup, sure that he did not slip anything in it. The sniper held it with both hands. One finger tapping on it. She followed him to the lobby. Refusing to take a seat.
“No thanks. I prefer my drinks bitter..”
It seems she wanted to keep coffee black or not sweet at all. Or perhaps she did not want to because she still did not trust him. Well that’s not a big surprise, they were after all not in the same team color.
“Alright, not a problem.” He made his way out of the quiet lounge and peaked his head before leaving. “Come, I shall bring you to a safah place.” It would still be in the base premises, but at least the placed belonged to the doctor’s property.
He came forth to see if no one is present, when it was clear, he would give a consent with a simple hand gesture. It looked as though they were a couple of rookie Spies going to infiltrate the place or were wanted escapees. But it was for the best. Wouldn’t want to be caught right?
They made their way through the hall that connected toward a tall tan four to five story building; it was the doctor’s own infirmary.
The Soldier decided to rocket jump toward the highest peak, leaving the medic unassisted. But no matter, he began to overheal any nearby comrades that shall help bring up the gauge before battle. Regardless of Heavy behind him, he did not bother to look, pretending that he did not see him.
The countdown was coming to a close. Fellow mercenaries stand behind the gates, waiting in anticipation. Every number that came down made him nervous yet excited at the same time. Despite doing this for years, he still thinks the beginning part of the mission was the most exhilarating part. It made him wonder if they will lose or not, but it all depends how you go about your enemies of course and each battle is always something new to learn from.
Sirens finally go off, letting the gates open so that the enemies can approach. Most made their battle cry, trying to intimidate the opposing team. As for the medic, he remained silent and just continued his job as the supporting class. He followed from behind as they other make their way towards the enemy. Already you can hear the shootings and explosions being triggered, ringing and resonating in his ears. Some broken rubble rocks had landed lightly on to his broad shoulders, sort of slowing him down—not only that, but his guilt and concentration as well. He wasn’t focused at all and that can leave to big disadvantage.
I sight. It’s a sad sound who leaves my lips. I rarely talk about my mom because it hurts so much. I try to smile a little. “You know some day I want just remember when she was fine… But it’s always her last days who comes at my mind.” I explain softly. Maybe I need to talk with someone who doesn’t know the story. It’s like I trust him and I know he will listen and help without wanting something in return. We walk a little in silence after that. I just look up when he talks again. “I’m sorry for you. I know how hard it’s. It’s for that I don’t want leave this town. I can’t leave my dad….”
Alfons frowned as Stiles recalled about her mom. It wasn’t good memories though. “It’s alright Stiles, I am sure she is fine where she is now. I bet she is watching over you everyday—both of you.” He tried to appease him as much as he could or trying to avoid him to think negatively.
They walked more into town, seeing the street lamps illuminating there path. Cars were present as well, but at least it wasn’t busy. As much as he was curious to see the place, he still looked over and said, “no it’s alright, it happened long long ago.” Actually he left his hometown for many reasons. Not only because of the war, but to forget his past and for his terrible mistakes. But if Stiles wanted to stay because of his dad, then that’s fine.”It’s your choice. You can do whatever you want. Maybe your father will follow you too.” He was silent for a bit the finally asked, “just curious, but what is your father like?”
There was a building up ahead, assuming that it was the police station that Stiles mentioned earlier.
“No violent curses? No blood no fun if you ask me! There fucking needs to be fucking blood in some of them. Deformity is good enough. Any curse that includes suffering are the best ones! But my point mostly was, seeing somebody I hate suffer is the greatest thing that could happen. Or getting Danny back.” The demon did take most control of the body but for some reason was not attacking anybody.
“Yes und no. You can give zhem a full varning of vhat to do und not to do, just like rules or restrictions.” Well if it was for revenge then he thought that was okay then, but having to torture someone like a friend, that’s too cruel. “I know you vant vengeance for your cousin, but zhere ah times vhen violence ist not zhe answer. Just…remembah zhat.” He may have said it once before, but he wanted it enclosed in her mind.
The doctor began undoing the napkin and placing the utensils elsewhere. When she asked, he stopped, and looked up with a smile, “vhy yes, feel fwree to ask anyzhing you vant. I’m all ears.” Recently many people as asking him for helpful suggestions, but he did not mind, he liked to help others, always.
“Well, I’m trying to do many things at once, namely extracurricular activities, some which don’t exactly mix well and I think I’m in over my head. Do you think I should narrow down to what I feel is most important or… something similar?” sighing, I leaned back.
He wasn’t sure why she was asking this, but maybe she needed a second opinion, some guidance. “Ah for school? Vell, it’s not a bad zhing to try out new zhings, but…I zhink it’s best to do zhe required courses or credits early so zhat you vouldn’t be vorried about zhem latah. If you haff space zhen fill zhem up until you ah satisfied vizh your schedule. If it’s related to your career zhen zhat ist great because it can broaden up your horizon.” Alfons knew how it was like since he did go to school too, but it’s best to be smart about it as well. “I had a lot of open slots in mein last year in mein high-school, so I took fine arts und music for mein own personal interest.”
“Oh no, The star in the sky is very well shimmering~” He chuckled. Though that happy condemner decreased as he went on with a little story.
“Well, When I got changed, I forgot one itty bitty thing. That I couldn’t fly. So funny thing was that I tried to fly over a water moat to get here and…well…agh I think ya know what happened after that.”
Surprisingly it was clear out as the other had stated. Then how did he get wet then? Might as well wait and find out.
He thought it was something serious, but good thing it wasn’t. “Aw mein poor Taube,” pouting his lips, “you need to be careful next time. I really zhought you vere vet on purpose, like somevone did it to you. At least it vas only an accident.” Alfons scooted his plate to the side, “but ja, humans can’t really fly unless ve make somezhing such as machines.”
“There’s always a price but in the long run, it will be worth it. To fully recognize the other half of you in that person. Just enjoy every moment you are able to have with her to the fullest. She’s young and you behave young,” that said with a grin. “There’s nothing to worry about, you have plenty of time so be sure to pace yourself, Alfons.”
Elsa then sat up straight, blinking in confusion. Did she just reassure someone when she herself was the fretting one? Perhaps she did but will not acknowledge it, it was a fluke really, who was she to give words of encouragement on a subject she knows by her woman’s intuition and the word of others. “Indeed though I should be used to different nationalities in different classes from the usual. But yes, he is wonderful. I just hope I don’t bore him or am too childish for him.”
He listened intently, carefully understanding her words. Right, enjoy it while it lasts. “Ja,” he nodded, “oh do I? Ahaha~” Sure, he may be older than her, but he does try to be modern in a way or at least understand the generation now. Thankfully Elsa reassured him, or else he would have felt guilty or too worried over simple things. “I feel bettah, danke.”
It seems the tables have been turned, but he did not mind, in fact he was glad that they had this talk. It’s not often that he does, and for some reason it feels appeasing. It wasn’t a big surprise to find a Soldier like that, and if there are more, it doesn’t matter just as long as they are doing their job right. “Nein dun’t say zhat. I zhink you ah a grown und responsible voman. But really I zhink of it zhis vay…I believe opposite attracts. If vone ist opposite of you, it ist a gut sign. You see it balances, easier to verk zhings out.” He thought of one example, “let’s say I am impatient und Ziel isn’t. I vould be furious at somezhing, und she vould come und calm mich down. Not gut to haff two of zhe same or else ve vould argue constantly…”
Ziel followed Alfons until they were near the balcony. There both of them positioned themselves to start dancing. Once they were ready Alfons led the way. Starting by swaying from side to side in a smooth motion. Ziel followed his movements and swayed along making her smile.
She gazed on to his eyes and smiled. “Could not be better~” Ziel played.
As the music continued both of them danced. Alfons neared her face in order to speak making her smile and blush a little. It had been a long time since she had blushed about something. “It is actually thanks to you sweetie~ But I must say you look very handsome indeed. I think black suits you very well.” She confessed with a bit of a teasing tone but it was the truth. Most of the time he was dressed in the white lab coat or with his khaki vest. And seeing him with an other color was pleasant.
“Gut,I’m glad” he said happily. He just wanted to make sure she was comfortable and of course enjoying herself.
She complimented back which wasn’t a surprise, but he was grateful. His cheeks flushed slightly, “oh, you really zhink so?~ Danke. Maybe I should vear black more often ja? Ahaha~” Alfons gave a peck on her cheek and another along on her lips.
The music started to pick up now, so he spun her around; lifting his hand up high until she fully twirled around. He watched her hair sway along with the ends of her dress. Then after he did the same, but halfway; letting her back touch his chest, walking side to side. Then back to their original position.”Haffing fun?” The musicians played one of Micheal Buble’s songs. Out of curiosity he asked, “oh, do you know how to swing dance or tango at all?”
There the tall German remained silent in his office, writing aggressively with his pen, nearly tearing the paper apart and mumbling to himself in German. Was he angry? Quite possibly. What happened earlier that day wasn’t pleasant. No not at all. It wasn’t his first time he had a fight with his fellow mercenaries, in fact, it happened countless times; how to go about strategies, better battle planning or even over idiotic things that are not even necessary. But this time it was different. He fought with his close friend.
Earlier he had a fierce argument with the heavy, talking to their differences of how to make a better team, be a better partner or just be a better medic in general. Being a perfectionist as he was, he did not like critiques quite easily. For some reason Heavy made him feel inferior and weak, making his patience to become thin and making him snap. When medic is in rage, it can be pretty scary sight; he can scream, shaking his hands to show emphasis, speak without thinking, possibly using words as his ultimate weapon. In result, he had his pride all tangled up, not bothering to say sorry at all. Instead he just stormed out of the scene, making his way back to work.
His doves remain silent as they watch their master scowl within his seat. The medic felt a sudden weakness deep within his chest just remembering it all over again. They have not talked most of the day, which just brings in more ache. Concentration was lost that he had to throw and crumble the paperwork into the trash, redoing it all over again, “ach…was ist das..?” It was a feeling of guilt that was for sure, but what was more troubling for him was how to go about it in order to apologize to Heavy. He was pretty bad at that especially when it comes to fights. He hated to admit it was his wrongdoing when it actually was. But.. at the same time, he could not bear this burden any longer—well for now. The doctor ceased his work, sighing, “fine, I should apologize…”
“Behind a mask? Can you force them to reveal them self?” She was for some reason happy to hear his question. “If it’s a person I hate enough then I’ll watch with a smile on my face. Wouldn’t you like to see somebody you hate suffer? Wouldn’t it be nice to see them get hurt? Or would you rather be hurt instead of that person you hate?” It wasn’t fully the good human Allison speaking, but it’s more of the bad demon side speaking. “If blood is involved with the pain the person is getting it would be better than Halloween.”
“Hmmm not really. Unless zhey ah villing to. Most of zhe time zhat I vould ask, zhey dun’t…” That’s not the Allison that he knew. Something was off, definitely. Sure as much as he was a deranged mercenary, he does have his own limits—well sometimes. If his insanity is triggered then that’s a whole different story then. Of course good Alfons would say, “nein, not really und usually blut ist not involved….or a curse can’t be zhat violent.”