Chapter nineteenth.
I talked about the tragic melody. Mysteriously: when you meet with an almost incomprehensible person, and in the end you understand: this is Gregory Goodyear, and there, behind him, the others sit in the dark. You are scared, but the only thing that will save you, change the course, becomes different, it is a camera. That is what will be your helper between light and darkness. They offer you to create a photo, and you agree, filling yourself a great price for your work.
Once, walking in around, I heard an unknown sound that called someone, a cold cry for help. Strangers do not go there, it was anywhere... The stars were so restrained and strange, why I was so surprised by such darkness. At an unknown age, everything could be different, but it happened exactly as you did not want.
But, if Alex Ives had not gone to the company of the Goodyears and Berrows, life would not have become like a multi-colored chaos, but would be serene and satisfactory, as the photographer himself felt.
For what he did every day (studio photo-shoots, presentations of different angles and models, nightly gatherings and photo processing, running around the city outskirts in the evening, almost close to twilight and midnight, daily morning headaches and drinking coffee), everything He was tormented, and what he chose because of ignorance, he was paid five dollars for it. It is true, it could get more...
Envy, a sense of pretense, secrecy, gloating, sparks of indignation - however, the search for everything he had to endure, to feel, creating a different reality - real, but it seems to be tangible, as if it were here and now. What happened to Alex? What has he become? What is he doing now? How does it behave at this hour? Questions take an incomprehensible form, and it was necessary to solve them as quickly as possible, which was what detective Waiton was doing, reading books and asking specialists, plunging more and more into an unnecessary cloud of darkness, forgetting about other things, duties and dreams.
It was darkness, fretting, not letting go one step, gnawing at the soul and surging upon the body with all the painful pressure. It remained to be understood whether Ive really did not know or specifically did such an action.
The master of darkness and of tricks Bengalius Cheshkerston, only he could help in the investigation, to protect random people, and to transform the problem into a quiet life. Jack Waiton addressed him a little later, but almost on time, just before the battle against evil.
Chapter twentieth.
One day after, behind the secret deals of detective Waiton... The part of a meeting, which could give the rewards to the evil Goodyear`s try to take more riches.
- The mirror is hanging on the wall, showing my face only to me.
I see the smooth surface soft, and at the same time pointed, details of which it is made... - said Alex, meting Jack and shacked his hand by his hand.
He entered in the room, after few days of his escape.
- There, inside, under a thick layer of glass board, is a thin layer of silver that reflects the image, the light and absorbs any emotion... - Alex tried to say better, but nothing good didn't said.
- Projection? Why would someone project from evilness, pain, excessive pleasure, provoke unreasonable acts? I don’t know... - asked Jack Waiton, washing his arms into the warm and clean water.
- I need protection, some kind of effective amulet against the very energy of the mirror, otherwise it will kill me with its properties and those actions that were sent by someone against me. It was alien, hostile magic, but it existed! - Alex washed hands too, and added the tea in his cup, drank it all in one minute.
- The only question is: "if you have everything you need, you rejoice at every moment, you feel great, you get maximum positive impressions, then why, for whatever reason, do you reflect rage?" - Detective surprised.
- I do not need your explanations, I just do not understand it. I fell again yesterday, but I barely restrained the pipes of the old radiator... - Alex told experience.
- Were they covered? - Jack asked, opened the files of the affairs.
- They were covered in stainless paint! Therefore, there is no stickiness, no reflection, no water after touching. I found protection! - photographer answered, looking into windows of work cabinet.
But the guest didn`t something at all, sitting into armchair, and shifting his eyes from place to place round the room.
Chapter twenty
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first.
So hard return to reality and to the Past, when you forgot about tears and fallens, knowing: "Tomorrow I will be better, then I was yesterday. Was somebody`s may be unfortunate day of work?"
You can’t know about the future. And, of course, you never will imagine the results of the closing moments behind and after.
I`m collapsing star, I`m invisible. Later, will you awesome?
I`m so far, for you I will be not able to come.
- And now, about what we will talking?
- How about what? Yeah, about me! I’m clever, I`m beautiful, I`m moderately well-fed man.
- This good lack and without you.
- I'm also talented!
Looking up the frozen mirror, Alex returned to the real cabinet of Jack Waiton, and drinking again the half of cup of coffee, he answered to the questions, understanding, about what detective asked his.
- Probably, you think, I did that and forgot the mistakes?
- I am doing nothing bad for you.
- Of course, I was dreamed around you. Excuse me. I woke up now. Are you want to continue the audio archive record?
- But now we will stop. You are warm. Go to the next room and freeze little. Go back after few minutes. Let`s go.
- Indifferent particular changes in any minutes, doing the chances to me. Future, how a portal door, closes my steps in not the time for me... said Alex, entered to corridor, exiting the detective`s room, blowing up on his hands, trying to become normal.
- Isn`t secret magic?
- My last classmates were disappeared from the field of attention with their false names.
- What it meaning for the reality?
- I could find anybody from they.
- Their lives are not so interesting and you should avoid they together your business...
- Better!
- What is a "leadership"?
- Is it the brokenness of talking? Is it the strange attention in the time of education?
- What is it in real deal?
- Be careful, they know your straights and weakness, opportunities and neutral levels. They aren’t your friends at all. Remember about it.
- I understand it. Once I asked Goodyear, "what you need from me? Why the portal is closing not in the time for me? Answer to me, one a minute!" He told: "Because, if you are with all other people go to the anywhere, you are forgetting about yourself, helping your strange thoughts".