Dr. Matilda Honey has dedicated her whole life to helping children, especially those with The Shining, children with special abilities as she was. For many years, she has actively contributed in Eleven Foundation, an organization dedicated to suppor...
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Shining among Darkness
By WingzemonX
Chapter 29. Bad Things
Damien and Abra did not go very far. Actually, they only went up to the second level, where there was a small food area. There was a bit of everything, from salads and rolls for the most demanding, to hamburgers and pizzas for the most conventional. Thorn ordered a chicken salad, and in contrast, his guest ordered a medium burger and fries. They both sat facing each other at one of the small tables near the railing that surrounded the food area. The zone was actually like a small terrace where they could see the rest of the convention center from above; the companies and the people that came and went. From that position, it looked like one of those overloaded element images from Where's Wally? , although with movement.
From the start, Abra looked quite curious about the camera hanging from the boy's neck. She asked if he would let her see it, and he indicated that only if she cleaned her fingers smeared with ketchup and oil from the fries.
"Oops, alright, little princess," she exclaimed in an ironic tone, and immediately rubbed her hands together hard with a napkin. Then she took an antibacterial gel out of her backpack, poured some on her palms, and re-carved herself. She showed both hands on both sides with a satirical attitude, which Damien actually found quite amusing. "Satisfied?"
"So, so."
He removed the camera and pass it across the table to her. When Abra held it in her hands, the weight of it seemed to surprise her. She was rotating it, looking at its lens, all the buttons and options it had, the screen on the back... More than interested, she seemed perhaps scared.
"It does look expensive," she said apprehensively. "How much are we talking about?"
"I don't remember," Damien muttered, leaning fully against his chair. "Including all its attachments I bought recently, I think about four thousand."
"Dollars?" The blonde girl exclaimed, almost horrified. "Wow, for a Thorn, I guess that's like buying a bar of chocolate at the store."
Abra then raised the expensive device and placed it in front of her face. She put her eye to the peephole and focus directly on the boy sitting in front of her. He was smiling very subtly, with a plate of half-eaten salad in front of him.
"I just need press here, right?" Abra asked as she fumbled with her finger at the shutter button on the side.
"Basically."
Abra seemed to hesitate for a few moments between taking the photo or not. In the end, she chose to lower the camera and look at his companion with uncertainty.
"No, wait..."
She placed the camera on the table for a few moments, then leaned forward, extending her hand toward him. Before Damien could react, the young woman placed her hand on her head, and violently shook his combed hair, causing it to fall out of place.
