Abigail waits

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Metamorphosize-{Will+Abigail}

He took a breath, thinking over it, tossing that idea around in his head. It sounded like a pretty good one actually. One he wanted. So he actually smiled. He wondered if that would seem strange to her, seeing him smile that, if it might upset her to see it. He didn’t want her to be anymore upset. He had let her down already. He couldn’t do it anymore.

"We can go to Mexico. That would be great. And it won’t be so cold there." he said it simply as if they weren’t planning a run from the law. As if they wouldn’t have to live their lives in hiding.

He wanted it to sound like some simple vacation. Something easy. He wanted that for Abigail. She had been through too much. He had tried to protect her, first from her dad and now from himself. He thought he could continue doing that.

"There’s a car in the garage, Matthew said. It’ll be great."

His smile felt strange but wasn't upsetting. She smiled back at him as he spoke about their leaving, as though it were going to be a short trip, a vacation to someplace warmer.

"Yeah, it should be nice this time of year," she agreed, playing along with the simplicity of Will's words. "Matthew thought of everything."

She tried to think of it as a vacation because it was a much nicer thought than the reality. Maybe they could find a nice place there. Somewhere that Abigail could swim and Will could fish. It was just a daydream but it made her feel happy, at least for the moment.

He lied; they had both been tainted. The death of Garret Jacob Hobbs had effectively made two killers, both of which were fragile things and hardly able to keep their own sense of sanity. For the sake of Abigail, however, Will could swallow the feverish hallucinations and forget the blatant lack of sleep. 

                   She made him become stronger — she was his anchor. 

                                     “What we did was in self-defense.                                         It was our only option.”

He knew very well there was always an option and that the blood was shed only because they had wanted it to be. A mutual look in her eye could reveal how much power she received from killing Nicolas Boyle, and it was only an echo from the thrill that Will received when unleashing that round into her father’s chest.

The excuse he confessed seemed artificial, even in the crisp air outside. There was something subtly wrong with his words and he hoped Abigail wouldn’t see through their lines, read their subtext, and understand what they really meant.

       ’Monsters are everywhere' he had said. 'At least we had loose justification’.

She wasn't sure what to make of his words. They felt odd and misplaced but she simply nodded,

"We were justified in what we did. Both of us."

There weren't any doubts in her mind about the power she felt killing Nicholas Boyle and she knew Will must have felt the same when he saved her life by emptying his gun into her father.

She did wonder whether they could help each other to survive and be strong or whether she really was all alone. As alone as she felt.

"There are too many monsters."

A pretty little thing, yes, but working in a music shop would truly help distinguish whether the stranger was worthy of flirting. It seemed like the moment of truth, as it usually was, when the girl turned around. Alex leaned on the counter comfortably and eyed her.

The words weren’t disappointing, but his first reaction wasn’t a peaked interest. He thought about it for a long moment or two, his strong stare faltering and trailing off. After much inner collaboration, he deemed the question to be positive; the customer was a blank page, and he had the ‘honor’—if one may call it that—to write on it.

"If it’s a recommendation you seek, it’s a recommendation you shall get, o’ my darling." Alex maneuvered around the counter and approached her, only to walk passed, straight to the classical section. "Thou was poking around the wrong section. All that is poppy-wop cal, which I consider to be a disgrace to music." As he spoke, he sifted through records, soon pulling one out and turning back to face his customer.

"I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the wonder that is classical. So, I am just going to assume you’re a beginner, yes?" Without an answer, he presented his selection. "Tis Bach, my pretty. The Brandenburg Concertos, to be precise. It’s a very recognizable symphony with shorter songs and a variety. Horrorshow for someone just being introduced."

He had a strange way of talking which peaked Abigail's interest. "Poppy-wop, huh? Well, I certainly don't want to be a disgrace so, yeah, your recommendations are very welcome." He was right that she was a beginner when it came to classical music and she was rather relieved he assumed it without waiting for her answer so she didn't have to try to come up with something intelligent sounding to say because she was fully at a loss.

"Bach. I've heard of him," she finally came out with, pleased she could say so honestly, though her comment wasn't as bright as she would've hoped so she gave him a bright smile instead. "Variety, that sounds good. Horrorshow?"

Running his hand along the wall until the frame of what seemed a door met his fingers. Releasing Abigail’s hand he began to grope the door looking for the doorknob, a lock or something. “Stay next to me. Do you have your phone? I don’t have mine here…” A light would help, or at least if they had phone coverage they could call Hannibal, but he could swear that they didn’t had, just because it seemed they were on a basement.

Abigail fumbled for her phone in her pocket, actually surprised to find it there. She pulled it out and held up the screen, shining the light along the door and staying as close to Will as possible. Part of her assumed the door would be locked but maybe they'd get lucky. "I don't know if I have a signal down here. If we can get out, I can try to call someone."

He thought on it, eyes drifting over the dim room before he nodded. “I suppose that it would get rather boring and lonesome.” He softly said before he rose to his feet. “What is it you wish to do then?”

"I'm glad that you understand," she answers, without fully looking up at him, "It's extremely boring and lonely. Maybe you could spend some more time with me? I know I can't go out hunting or anything, but there must be something we could do here in this big house of yours."

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