Matt Pt 2

The enigma of Sudden Explosions,as briefly described before with reference to the unforeseen unravelling of Matt's life,can't be explained convincingly by even the brightest of philosophers-unlike a mathematical conundrum you can deconstruct and investigate with the understated privilege of time,SE's are like massive chemical explosions that seem to be unavoidable and beyond anyone's control,as they happen accidentally,but unbeknown st to many coincidence is essentially fate's clever disguise donned to discreetly mold's one life into the predetermined shape that will only be clear years later.

It all happened too fast for Matt to comprehend,there wasn't ample time to contemplate his actions or hesitate his inner instincts-this sweaty,adrenalin-driven sense of urgency pushed him to do something that was beyond his control (inevitable,a word usually too strong and/or loosely used to be truly meaningful,would be a suitable adjective here),something equally profound as it was cataclysmic-eyes blinking furiously,his head feeling as if it was about to implode,his hands caught between shivery unwillingness and absolute certainty-the open head of a man he had shot seconds before,squarely on the forehead:one aggressive,brave bullet released in the short moment when Matt's conscience had chosen to betray him,lay inches across Matt,who was now slowly stepping backwards though his eyes remained fixated on the small circle of blood and flesh that had left tiny,discernible marks around his clothes and paled profile.

''Good job'',a soft hand pressed on his shoulder,Matt took this as an affirmation of his doubtful existence in the Here & Now,''I've got the case,time to scram'',said Elain calmly,lighting a cigarette.

Matt stayed frozen,still overwhelmed by the entirety of what had just taken place-he looked to his left and right,noticing that the walls behind the bar were now covered in blood,though Elain seem to have emerged from the massacre unscathed.Elain,allowing Matt's piercing silence to linger for a moment before continuing,took a step towards Matt,wrapping her hands around his stiff back,hugging him tightly.''I know you're afraid,confused'',she whispered,''who,what-and all this,and i promise i'll explain.But not now'',letting go of Matt,she took a step back,then hurriedly went towards the entrance in small,fastidious paces.''Now,we have to leave''.Matt followed,carefully avoiding the messes on the floor,taking larger steps every now and then.Elain didn't have to persuade for Matt knew he had to leave immediately before more chaos ensued or more surprises appeared,he had learned long ago to escape when trouble and confusion was still manageable,taking Elain's hug as a sign of Compassion & Sensitivity (''The two traits that make someone human'',his father repeatedly mentioned during one of his long dinner speeches,to which Matt listened to attentively while the other siblings nosily munched and swallowed),but leaving sufficient space for distrust and skepticism as to ensure his following actions were not completely under Elain's dictating.

Elain threw her cigarette,now a short stub almost hidden under the night's ominous cloak and her long fingers,to the ground where a shy cluster of dust rose.She entered a yellow truck that was parked around ten steps from the entrance,where Matt stood for a few seconds-looking back at the big sign above,realising the dark E still irked him quite a bit.Elain had started the engine when Matt entered the vehicle,a large pick-up vehicle with ''Pussy Wagon'' boldly written in bright pink on its right.Inside it looked equally -the one long seat shared by both Matt and Elain was shamelessly pink,the fact it was leather and comfortable made it close to acceptable-and as Elain drove the car back onto the main road Matt's eyes focused on the Diner's reflection on the side mirror,only looking away once it was reduced to a tiny,unfathomable white spot.

Not a single word was spoken for the many hours that followed-Matt didn't need answers now,he refused to have more questions to bear with as the myriad of unresolved issues he had before was plentiful and would provide him enough suffering for years.Matt knew his ignorance would cost him in the near future,but at that time,in the funny truck that reeked the malodor of fuel,cheap furnishing and cigarette smoke,on a journey that passed by long empty desserts with tall,thin trees with branches that attempted to reach into the ubiquitous sky and more wondrous insignificants,he let the questions wander and his heart bask in the tranquility,as dawn approached.

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