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The Weretiger Assassin’s Chronicles: Chapter Six
© 2009 by Lootah Akecheta
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Chapter Six
Complications
I couldn’t keep my eyes off Alex all morning while we shopped for clothes that met his approval, which was to say none that were appropriate, and would work for the upcoming meeting. Once we got out of the hotel room it was like Alex became a totally different person. He clung to my heels like an obedient puppy most of the time but became easily distracted by his new capabilities. He smiled at everything and laughed even when nothing was particularly funny. I worried that maybe it had all been too much on him – the changes that is. It would not be the first time a person went crazy from its affects.
His eyes solidified into their new color about an hour after he woke – much quicker than I expected, but then everything about his change was happening much faster than normal. The eyes were darker than mine, but not by much, just a tad bit greener. I took him to Pensacola’s shopping districts to find what we were looking for. He’d been in some of these shops before but not often and it surprised him that I didn’t head for the nearest Wal-Mart. Dressed in his surfer shorts, torn gray army tee shirt, and sneakers he looked like one very sexy bum. Due to the changes in his physic the old clothes looked great on him and a lot better than they had yesterday when he was way to gaunt to really look good in much of anything.
I took great pride in watching him adapt to his new senses. Everywhere he looked he found something new to marvel at and more than once I had to pull him along or we’d never have completed our task. One of the times he got distracted to wonder at a new discovery was when he spied a spider’s web spun between the branches of a small bush. It was a small web, only about four inches wide but it caught his fascination as though it were the most wonderful thing in the world. “What ya looking at there Alex?”
“Simon, you have to see this man.” He was absolutely giddy; excited as I’ve rarely seen anyone before.
“What?” I knew he was looking at a bush but I couldn’t see the spider’s web from where I was standing.
“Oh come on Simon, come here.”
I strode over to him. “What?”
“This.” He pointed at the web with three orb like egg sacks inside the structure. It was a small web as far as webs go, but I’ve never been one to like spiders much.
“The spider’s web?” He nodded his head ardently and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. “What about it?”
“Oh man Simon, it’s beautiful. I’ve never paid much attention to things like this before. I’d walk around and check out all the guys and usually just check out their junk, but I’ve never been drawn to look at things like this. Look how intricate it is. See, it looks three dimensional.”
I had to laugh. “That’s because it is three dimensional Alex. It’s a Orb Weaver’s web. See, the spider is over there on the edge next to that branch.” I may not like spiders, but after a hundred years of life, one becomes familiar with a lot of thing.