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  • Publiceret: 10 mar. 2014
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11. Kapitel 10

"We live in a wicked world," mumlede Yana, mens de gik. Hvorhen anede hun ikke. Hun var også rimelig ligeglad. Hun kunne ikke stoppe med at tænke på Alastair. De havde ikke set ham siden han forlod dem for tre dage siden.

Yana så et lille smil på Cortez' ansigt.

"I must admit: I've never heard anyone call it that before. But yes. We do," svarede han. Altid så formel. Altid så seriøs. Yana savnede Alastair meget. Hun havde ikke talt meget med Cortez. Og han snakkede kun om de mest  nødvendige ting. Som foreksempel... faktisk havde han ikke sagt et ord. Jo, fem minutter før det begyndte at regne, havde han sagt, at de snart ville få regn. Da det så regnede mumlede han noget om, at han havde ret igen. Som om det var en eller anden underlig leg. Han havde ikke engang fortalt dem hvo de var på vej hen. Så nu gik de i regnene. Driv våde. Rystende af kulde. Uden udsigten til en varm seng.

"Could you tell me about Alastair?"

"What do you wan't to know?" spurgte Cortez.

"How was he as a child?"

"I Don't think he ever was a child.  He would spend hours, and in the summer even days in the graveyard. He would just sit there. Telling the headstones stories. Make up stories about the dead people. Who the where and how they died. He even slept between the graves. On a bench or just on the ground." Cortez rytede på hovedet. "Of course he was childish, but that he is still. He never did as he was told. If you tell him to go to the left he emidiatly turns right, even if that means he walks into a wall. When we put on our sunday clothing and got ready for church, he would put on his cape, and go to the forest. That might not seem that bad, but the forrest around Glasgow at that time, was almost a square kilometer with dead trees. People thought there was ghosts and devils i the forres, and it didn't take them long, to be afraid og Alastair... Oh, did i forget to mention that all this started when he was five? Well, that is quite an important detail. I guess that is why he is acting so unacceptable around death. 

Also, Alastair was always a great actor. His personality changed from day to day. One dy he was chearfull and chatty, the next he was ragefull and offensive. neday he absolutly loved deer meat, the next he almost chooked by the look of it. If I had to be honest, I don't have a clue who my little brother is. I Oly know, that his anoying jokes follows all his characters. Poor person, who has to write a characterisation about him..." Cortez smilede ved tanken.

De gik videre i tavshed, mens Yana forsøgte at finde ud af, hvad hun skulle gøre af al den viden. Tænk at sove på en kirkegård! Yana gøs ved tanken. Og så alene! Det var ubehageligt at tænke på, men det værste var nok den 'detalje' at han kun havde været seks år gammel. Uhyggeligt.

Da de havde gået i fem minutter

"Wierd. There's a man on the road. I wonder who..." Yana fulgte Cortez' blik. På vejen foran dem lå ganske rigtig en mand. En mand i en sort kappe.

"Alastair!" udbrød Yana og for over til ham. Hvorfor lå han der på vejen? Var han kommet til skade? Yana knælede vedsiden af ham.

"Boo!" udbrød han og satte sig op med et sæt, så Yana forskrækket satte sig på enden. 

"Missed me?" spurgte han. Yana kiggede vredt på ham før hun gav ham et kram.

"Are you okay?" spurgte hun. Alastair smilede.

"Why wouldn't I be?" svarede han med et smil. Yana rullede med øjnene, men smilede.

"Hello brother. Just how dead am I?" spurgte Cortez, da Alastair var kommet på benene.

"Pretty dead. Unless of course you can survive being stabbed in the heart from behind," svarede Alastair grinende.

"That is not even close to amusing, my brother! Now they are in the believe, that you are a monster," svarede Cortez misbilligende.

"Oi! You've chased me through  the world for years now! I Thought it would be fair," svarede Alastair med et smil. Før han vendte sig mod mig. "What have he taught you so far?" spurgte han.

"That I need to learn selfprotection?" svarede Yana tøvende.

"Oh... Well, good then. How has he taught you that, exactly?" spurgte Alastair en smule bange for svaret.

"He snuck up on me," svarede Yana og sendte Cortez et bebrejdende blik. Han smilede bare.

"Of course he did. He does that. Sadly, it is never with the intention of scaring anyone. He's so boring!" udbrød Alastair med et smil.

"That is not what Kassandra thinks. What was it she called you? Childish?" spurgte Cortez. Yana så Alastairs smil falme. Hun så et såret udtryk i hans øjne, mens hans ansigt bare blev helt udtryksløs. Så slog han skamfuldt blikket ned.

Yana vendte sig vredt mod Cortez.

"Why did you say that?" spurgte hun hidsigt. "You are boring! You never say a thing and apparently you think you are better than your brother! Well you know what? You are not!" udbrød Yana vredt. Hun forventede lidt han ville blive sur, men så opdagede hun, at han smilede. Hun høre også en vidunderlig latter bag ved sig. Hun vendte sig mod Alastair.

"What in the world is going on?" spurgte hun forvirret.

"Acting, sweetheart," svarede han. Yana stirrede på ham. Hvordan kan man spille sådan? Hun havde set udtrykket i hans øjne ændre sig! Det kunne man ikke styrer! Det var bare umuligt!

"Close you mouth, Yana. It does not suit you," sagde Cortez, der havde stillet sig vedsiden af Alastair. Yana opdagede, at hun stod med åben mund og lukkede den hurtigt, så hendes tænder ramte hinanden med et klonk.

"We jus want to show you the things you need to learn," sagde Aastair. "For eksampel: You need to..." Yana, der ventede på, at han skulle slutte sin sætning, fik sig et kæmpe chok, da han i stedet for hamrede en knyttet næve frem mod hendes ansigt. Hun stirrede sig skeløjet på den knyttede hånd, der svævede kun tre centimeter fra hendes næse.

"Learn you how to protect your selv from physical attacks," sluttede han.

"And apparently how not to be a frozen stick," tilføjede Cortez, da jeg stadig stirrede på Alastairs knyttede næve.

"Andalso how to get rid of someone disposable," tilføjede Alastair, efter at have flyttet hånden. Cortez rullede med øjnene.

"He means how to neutralize someone, who is attacking you," svarede Cortez. Nu var det Alastairs tur til at rulle med øjnene.

"And last: You need to know why you should be fighting. You need to feel the pain without the ankh and I am sorry, I truly am, but it is gonna hurt. A lot," sagde han. "But don't worry about that. That is first when yu have learned everything you need to know."

"You forgt the part, where you tell her the meaning of her name," sagde Cortez.

"Oh, Yeah! When you are on the ground, wringing in pain, I will tell you the meaning on you name. You just need to consentrate enough to hear it, cause you might not hear it again," sagde Alastair, som om det var en eller anden glædelig begivenhed. 

"So you couldn't consetrate?" spurgte Yana. Alastairs blik blev mørkt."Acctually our father died when we was still children, younger than you are, and our mother died when I was born," sagde han stilfærdigt. Cortez kiggede forsigtigt på Alastair.

"Enough of that. Let us find a place to stay for the night," sagde han.

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