This is unfinished. Should it stay that way?
Will fell into a daze while starring out of the window. This was happening more frequently now. At least a few nights a week Will would fall into a daze, and then sink deep into the back of the consciousness he shared with Vid, who would then rise to the surface in Wills place. They were aware of one another; after all they did share the same mind and body, but neither could remember who was there first. Their symbiosis served their individual needs, even though they didn't agree with each other's methods.
Vid noticed the time, it was 10:30pm and he was ready to go. He quickly grabbed his essentials; keys, wallet and lighter. He'd pick up smokes on the way. One of the things Will didn't like about Vid was that he still smoked. Will had quit several months ago and found it challenging to stay quit when he and Vid shared lungs. But once again, they each tolerated the other. Will quietly watched from the back of their mind, while Vid parked the car.
Moments later Vid smashed his empty shot glass down while savoring the whiskey burn. He quickly snapped open his Zippo to light a cigarette. Vid was fast, but he never rushed so much as to miss the enigmatic flame. He loved to shield it with his hand and then watch as the cigarette ignited, wanting to share its hypnotic qualities with the right woman. He wondered whom it would be tonight. From the back of their mind Will chimed in "Why are you here? Do you think this time will be any different?" Vid curled the corner of his mouth down in disgust and whispered, "Don't chastise me." He searched for something else to focus on, and quickly found it. Through the smoke and dim light he saw her sitting alone at the bar.
With dangerous power Vid stared at her. He emanated his entire aura to make her aware of him. Long moments drifted across the waves of music and the silhouettes of people before she finally turned. She had an almost confused look on her face. Vid watched as she scanned the room, and he enjoyed that she didn't know exactly what she was looking for. His eyes embraced her movement, while her facial expressions excited him. Her features were Asian, but her body language was definitely American.
After a time her eyes stopped on Vid, somehow realizing that he was the source. While she raised a cigarette to her lips Vid simultaneously rose from his seat. He then moved towards her, crossing the bar with predatory movements. Before she could think, there was a flame from his hand, carefully extended to the end of her cigarette. She puffed gently and then with a snap the flame was gone…and so was he. Before she had looked up he'd returned to his seat. He was sitting there starring at her. She felt as though he was inviting her to join him, without words or movements. A part of her silently screamed, "Are you nuts? This guy is weird!" Then inhibition swept over her, and she suddenly turned her back on him. "What is his problem?" She thought to herself.
"You want another beer Sheri?" Asked the bartender, while pouring a couple of drafts.
"No thanks." Sheri answered. She considered asking the bartender about the weirdo, but changed her mind. This moment was hers alone, whether it be intrigue or strange…or both.
With calculated intention Sheri glanced in the mirror behind the bartender, trying to catch a glimpse of the weirdo. She couldn't see him. It looked like he was gone. After a moment of consideration Sheri carefully turned around for a peak, and found it to be true; the weirdo had left. She felt confused and disappointed.
"What was that all about?" She whispered aloud. With a heavy sigh Sheri collected her coat, dropped a tip on the bar and left. She had to study for a few hours anyway, and didn't want to waste anymore thought on the strange guy.
Vid took a long drag off his smoke before dropping it. He circled his shoe on it, and then exhaled. He could hear her footsteps approaching from around the corner, and with that rhythm he aligned something inside himself. He collected all of his energies.
Sheri rounded the corner to find her path blocked. It was the weirdo from the bar. He was standing in front of her with an expression that she couldn't describe or understand. In the back of her mind she thought she should be scared, but that wasn't what she felt.
"I'll walk with you." Vid said with gentle authority. Sheri felt frozen in the moment, incapable of rational thought, but also fearless. With a vague sense of purpose, she linked arms with Vid and walked in the direction of her apartment. They'd only walked for a few silent moments before the confrontation happened.
"Give me your shit man." The voice was a growl and stank of whiskey. From the shadows on the right the mugger postured out, followed closely by his silent, less intimidating comrade. Sheri clutched Vids arm tightly as her heart rate increased. Finally she was beginning to feel afraid.
"You heard what I said?" The would-be criminal snarled, puffing out his chest and moving closer. His friend flanked around the other side. Sheri felt Vid sliding his arm out of her tight clutch, and realized he must be going for his wallet. She decided to follow his example and reached in her coat pocket for her own wallet.
"You can go now." Vid spoke, addressing both men simultaneously. Sheri was confused. She didn't see Vid hand over his wallet, but as the men closed in she realized that was never his intention.
"You a wise guy?" The mugger asked while snatching at Vids collar. Sheri and the muggers silent partner watched in confusion as Vid spun in a blur of movement.
"OWWWWSHIT!!" The mugger shouted in pain. Before he knew it he found himself driven down on to his knees, the result of Vids twisting grip on his little finger. Panic washed over him. "P..pl..please…my finger." He begged.
