The apartment was empty, no one
really knew why; it wasn’t that no one wanted to rent it, the owner had
been given several offers. The thing was the apartment was still very much
being rented.
Neighbors whispered rumors about the disappearance of the
couple that lived there. Every imaginable reason for the couple
disappearing and the apartment still being held for them by a mistress
benefactor had been discussed.
Someone walked up to the apartment and slipped a key into
the door, a key that hadn’t touched the lock in ages. The door swung
open with a screech, the person entering gasped all the furniture he
remembered was still there, everything from his childhood.
There was a sound in one of the other rooms, he moved from
the front room calling out, "Mother? Father?"
The old women that stood in his little sister’s bedroom
regarded him with cold eyes. Her face was stern; her exasperations didn’t
even have to change for him to know it was one of disapproval. "Ewan,
Grandson."
Taking a step back Ewan’s brain tried to come up with a
response. The last time he had seen his mother’s mother she had berated
him, insulted him and abused him, when he had been a child and in her care
she had locked him away in a room. He had been calling Mrs. Ramesh
Grandmother for so long that the word no longer seem to suit his mother’s
mother, "Gigia," The Greek word for grandmother slipped out of
his mouth the only thing he could seem to say.
"Why are you here?" Her tone would seem calm,
Ewan knew he had little choice but to answer her, he was alone and his old
powers stripped of him, she could rip him apart if she wanted.
"I’m looking for mother and father I figured the
last place they where seen would be a good place to start." Ewan
spoke meekly; he hung his head hoping if she knew she was in control she
wouldn’t do anything to him.
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