The letter was written on a creamy sheet of paper in an ornate script, letter curling in design and in a way that stunk of the theatrical. Travis observed the letter, over and over again, running opulent blue eyes over it as he attempted to absorb the information held within it and to memorize it. Someone knew who he was and what he was, which was not a problem within itself but the fact that they knew how he was created was different. The letter had suddenly appeared upon his desk, with no indication of the person that had left it here upon the security cameras. All of it was interesting the male, even though part of it was worrying him. Leaning forward within his desk, he would examine the letter one more time before folding it and depositing it within his pocket, having memorized the address.
With that done, he would stand to his feet and adjust his plaid flannel shirt with a wife beater under that, and the dark blue shorts that he was wearing at the moment. The male had no intentions of dressing up for this meeting, even if he found this mysterious stranger to be slightly more interesting than the average filth. A low light filtered through the room, that of a small lamp that was extinguished with a casual hand motion of the male that ended with the string being pulled by an invisible force. His father was standing in the kitchen, a man in his late thirties to early forties, with hair that was a light blond and eyes like fine sapphires. Considering that he was the one that had given Travis his genetics, the male had aged gracefully, his face empty of wrinkles and for the most part handsome.
He was smartly dressed in a black suit, fixing the tie that was hanging around his neck, black in color but not lost within the color of the suit itself. His attention would turn from the suit o Travis, expression changing marginally and the younger males face becoming a little different, much like one would expect of a person his physical age. ”Do you have something on your mind son?” He would ask in that smooth voice that he always spoke in, something about it alluring to anyone that had the misfortune to hear it. Travis would blink a couple of times as he fell from his thoughts and turned towards his father, looking at him as if he were trying to think up an answer.
”Nothing, I was just about to go out.” He said quickly modulating his voice to sound as if he were not nervous at all, but something about his father allowed him to see through whatever the blond said. If he were a mutant, telepathy was not something that he would put beyond the old bastard. Not that he would really question anything, patting the male on his shoulder and smiling widely, drawing a little color on the male’s cheek as he seemed to be at a loss for words. He would nod and walk pas this father, frowning and feeling a strange sensation within his chest as if his heart were being squeezed.
Leaving through the glass paned front door, Travis stepped into his car, one of those luxury cars that he did not quite take the time to remember the name of, mostly due to his father being the one that cared about cars. Twisting the key and starting the car up, he would begin to drive it off, mind still reeling over everything that was happening. His cellphone would begin to ring, vibrating softly in his pocket and releasing the ringtone that he had chosen for it. With a though the phone would rise to his ear, answer key pressed and the voice that flowed through was female but unknown. ”So it seems you got my invitation Mister Masters.” The female voice would speak with a certain haughtiness to it that only continue to draw his interest.
”It’s not everyday someone manages to sneak into my home and leave messages in my personal study.” he answered with both hands still on the wheel, voice as agreeable as he could make it, something about the one that he was speaking to famialir. ”How did you do that?” He would ask curiously turning on a curve and slowly making his way towards the meeting location, one that he was more than prepared for trouble to be waiting in.
”Well Mister Masters, I might be able to answer that question of yours once we meet face to face.” The female answered. ”Until we meet.” With that the call ended and his phone would levitate back into his pocket. The location of the meeting was what one would call a simple enough a dilapidated apartment complex, the exterior likely looking three times as good as the interior. Stepping out his vehicle, Travis considered the place for a moment. His mind was running over every possible scenario before he would really do anything like walking into an unknown building. Blinking a couple of times, he would walk into the building, molded wooden doors open with a motion of his hand, one of them creaking upon their hinges before falling off.
Beyond was a dark lobby, cream colored wall darkened by the mold that was growing upon the walls. Travis covered his mouth with his hand and looked about, as if expecting something yet finding nothing beyond the cracking wooden front desk with a few frayed pamphlets having been left there. ”Where are you now?” Travis would mutter to himself as a stale wind would blow through the building.
With that done, he would stand to his feet and adjust his plaid flannel shirt with a wife beater under that, and the dark blue shorts that he was wearing at the moment. The male had no intentions of dressing up for this meeting, even if he found this mysterious stranger to be slightly more interesting than the average filth. A low light filtered through the room, that of a small lamp that was extinguished with a casual hand motion of the male that ended with the string being pulled by an invisible force. His father was standing in the kitchen, a man in his late thirties to early forties, with hair that was a light blond and eyes like fine sapphires. Considering that he was the one that had given Travis his genetics, the male had aged gracefully, his face empty of wrinkles and for the most part handsome.
He was smartly dressed in a black suit, fixing the tie that was hanging around his neck, black in color but not lost within the color of the suit itself. His attention would turn from the suit o Travis, expression changing marginally and the younger males face becoming a little different, much like one would expect of a person his physical age. ”Do you have something on your mind son?” He would ask in that smooth voice that he always spoke in, something about it alluring to anyone that had the misfortune to hear it. Travis would blink a couple of times as he fell from his thoughts and turned towards his father, looking at him as if he were trying to think up an answer.
”Nothing, I was just about to go out.” He said quickly modulating his voice to sound as if he were not nervous at all, but something about his father allowed him to see through whatever the blond said. If he were a mutant, telepathy was not something that he would put beyond the old bastard. Not that he would really question anything, patting the male on his shoulder and smiling widely, drawing a little color on the male’s cheek as he seemed to be at a loss for words. He would nod and walk pas this father, frowning and feeling a strange sensation within his chest as if his heart were being squeezed.
Leaving through the glass paned front door, Travis stepped into his car, one of those luxury cars that he did not quite take the time to remember the name of, mostly due to his father being the one that cared about cars. Twisting the key and starting the car up, he would begin to drive it off, mind still reeling over everything that was happening. His cellphone would begin to ring, vibrating softly in his pocket and releasing the ringtone that he had chosen for it. With a though the phone would rise to his ear, answer key pressed and the voice that flowed through was female but unknown. ”So it seems you got my invitation Mister Masters.” The female voice would speak with a certain haughtiness to it that only continue to draw his interest.
”It’s not everyday someone manages to sneak into my home and leave messages in my personal study.” he answered with both hands still on the wheel, voice as agreeable as he could make it, something about the one that he was speaking to famialir. ”How did you do that?” He would ask curiously turning on a curve and slowly making his way towards the meeting location, one that he was more than prepared for trouble to be waiting in.
”Well Mister Masters, I might be able to answer that question of yours once we meet face to face.” The female answered. ”Until we meet.” With that the call ended and his phone would levitate back into his pocket. The location of the meeting was what one would call a simple enough a dilapidated apartment complex, the exterior likely looking three times as good as the interior. Stepping out his vehicle, Travis considered the place for a moment. His mind was running over every possible scenario before he would really do anything like walking into an unknown building. Blinking a couple of times, he would walk into the building, molded wooden doors open with a motion of his hand, one of them creaking upon their hinges before falling off.
Beyond was a dark lobby, cream colored wall darkened by the mold that was growing upon the walls. Travis covered his mouth with his hand and looked about, as if expecting something yet finding nothing beyond the cracking wooden front desk with a few frayed pamphlets having been left there. ”Where are you now?” Travis would mutter to himself as a stale wind would blow through the building.