Michel and Quinsonnas walked twoards
the door to the outside. As they walk outside they notice that the
sky has turned into a stark navy color, with stars shining brightly
enough to blind a man. They were going to visit Uncle Huguenin and it
had grew late amongst the tall buildings and cobblestone paths. “It's
very cold don't you think Michel?” Quinsonnas asked with little
interest, as if he was making light chatter.
“Well, it is winter, and the air is
colder. The colors of the sky are darker and the leaves on the trees
have died.” Michel responded, unthinkingly. They had finally
approached Uncle Huguenin's home, it was large and covered in
artistic mouldings. The brick-colored exterior had been illuminated
by the shining lights of the windows. Someone was home.
Quinsonnas and Michel walked twoards
the door hidden behind the bushes and prepared to knock. His hand
hesitant, Quinsonnas looks at Michel, “This man is very
knowledgeable and his philosophical outlook is beyond our years. Give
him respect Michel, even if you don't agree with something he says.”
Quinsonnas warns Michel.
Michel gives Quinsonnas a confused
look, “Why sir I have only been the most grateful and humble, why
would that change now?”
Quinsonnas gives Michel a sly look. His
smile reaching each end of his ears, and his heavy hand starting to
knock on the door loudly. Michel becomes startled, “Why are you
being so loud!?” Quinsonnas's breath illuminates in the dark winds,
“He's an old man and resides in the highest stories in order to
ignore visitors. He won't ignore us!”
Suddenly the door opens, a woman
holding a lantern stumbles into the door frame clutching it. Her
dress being tripped all over, and her hair wrapped loosely in a
wayward bun. “What do I owe this late night disturbance!?” She
hastily and angirly spoke. Michel is suddenly enraptured by the
willow-haired beauty, and becomes speechless.
Quinsonnas looks at the maiden, her
disposition, and clears his throat. “Now Lucy, where is Huguenin?”
The woman straightens herself, and her eyes become soft and lipid.
Lucy and Quinsonnas walked twoards Hugenin who resides in a motorized
wheelchair. His girth large and heavy, he wheels twoards Michel and
Quinsonnas. Michel notices the paintings on the wall, “You're an
artist!”
Suddenly the room becomes quiet,
Quinsonnas and Lucy give Michel wide-eyed stares. Michel is confused,
this was a private room and no one could be potential danger. Or,
maybe Michel had become the danger.
“Uncle Huguenin! Please do not worry,
he is one of my naïve fools that is hiding in secrecy with I.”
Quinsonnas became quick to deter the shock and anger of the room.
Huguenin's face irresponsive to the situation of being exposed as an
artist.
“The boy has a large mouth, and
little brain. He truly is a fool. What is your name son?” Huguenin
wheeled twoards Michel, inspecting him. Michel suddenly is brought
back to the room, and introduces himself to Hugenin.
“Quiqui please stop being so
serious!!!!!!!” Lucy shouted, suddenly they hear loud sirens.
Michel was suddenly explained to, that he was sitting at a secret
artists meeting. And they had been exposed.
“There is a man at the bank who had
been following me for weeks now, and he seemed suspicious but I had
not realized that he could have been a spy!” Quinsonnas screamed as
the entire room went animalistic.
Michel sat silently watching the entire
room cry and scream, the police had finally came and the harsh cold
had entered the room, numbing Michel's entire conciousness of the
chaos in the room. They had been arrested.
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