Final Destination Chapter 10 (Edited)

It's strictly business now, he's determined to find his watch. While he walks through the alley with Bird Man flung to his waist like a leather pouch. Wyatt didn't know where to start, he woke up with no answers but a man who watched over him while he was out for a couple hours. His mind springs from one thought to another wondering where to start and how?

Wyatt leans over to Bird Mans side and asks, “While I was asleep, did anyone come anywhere near me?”

Bird man nods, a few times and gives him a small list of stranger's names he's never heard of. The list is small, five people that was around Wyatt while he was unconscious. Foreign, Ghostly, Banjo, Boxie and Frigid. Bird Man says anyone who lives on the streets gets nicknames for what, who, they may look or act like. It's quite common, so Wyatt shouldn't worry about trying to find them. They're supposedly easier to find than a general citizen.

It's simple, thought Wyatt. He just doesn't know how simple it will be, and he groans at the thought he might have to work a little hard to find his watch again. Everything just seemed too fast for him to grasp and he pleas to himself, someone please help. Bird Man bites at the scab of his bottom lip and his eyes roll up to the sky, thinking extremely hard . After a couple minutes of concentration, his eyes rolls back to their original place and they light up with gleam. He winces proudly at the thought and gives Wyatt a pat on the back.

“But there was a women,” he repeatedly snaps his fingers trying to remember her. Wyatt's head lifts up to Bird Man's and he's waits for him to continue. “I saw her, looking through your pockets. That was why I moved you into the warehouse.”

That's great, he thought. “What's her name?” Bird Man's smile vanishes and his eyes wonder to his feet. “Well?” Wyatt asks.

“I don't know her, I've never seen her on the streets before. I think she's rich, she wore a lot of gold, a big fur coat and black shoes.”

“What does black shoes have to do with how she looks?”

“They were polished. “ Wyatt gives Bird Man a deadly glare and sucks in his teeth. “Doesn't that mean anything to you?” Bird Man ask. When he put it that way, it almost makes Wyatt want to believe Bird Man. Wyatt didn't know why he trust him, he barely knew him. He isn't sure if it's the way he looks or how Bird Man approached him.

He could be harmless, he doesn't look like he has a single bone in his body to hurt anyone. He pushes the thought away and wonders if Bird Man is right about the women, being rich and looking through his pockets. Well, that summons somethings up... There could be a hundred rich people in Connecticut.

They finally reach the end of the alley and into an occupied street with a burning sun flowering over their heads. A clear blue sky captivating the view of Connecticut. They're facing a building with one half of the building's wall down one street and the other half straight down another street. It took up almost the whole block. Two ionic arches stand at the entrance of double-doors on the left side of the street leading into what seems to be a movie theater. Featuring a new movie, Cry- Baby, at 7:30 tonight.

There is rodeo of Cadillacs park outside the theater with beautiful beach blonde ladies stepping out of them. Yellow sun dresses and young women tucking their white sweaters into their plaid skirts with a tight pony tail hanging to their shoulders. The smell of this new Connecticut flares his nostrils and this time, it's the good kind of flaring.

The raving smell makes a monster inside gnaw at his empty stomach. His growling stomach roars, loud enough that even Bird Man can hear it. Wyatt rests his hand over his stomach and images what he's smelling. An Eastern grilled flounder, Wyatt loves fish more than Connecticut's best Pig' N' a Blanket.

He takes another big whiff and savors the sweet smell. He could tell it's not meat, but he knows it's fried. He recognizes some spices used for the food. Garlic, paprika, something hot and strong- spices known to smell.

“You hungry?” Bird man looks down to Wyatt.

“Just a bit,” Bird Man fishes for his front pocket and pulls out a brown wallet. Wyatt eyes it menacingly, why did he have one, he's poor right? That's what Wyatt thought. He looks into his wallet and sees money stash in it.

Loads of it!

Bird Man leads Wyatt across the street and to a stand outside of a big blue Candy Store with spices driving both their taste buds insane. Bird Man orders two Crispy Gators and hands the man at the stand loosely change. Wyatt 's too hungry to ask what is Gator, he just bites into it. The fritters have an amazing, light, flaky, spicy coating to it. Its rich oil rest at the back of his throat. The Gator's crispy, it has good crunch to it. The loud smacking of his lips, rings his ears.

He licks the rest of what's left off his lips and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The crumbs come falling to his ripped shirt and he almost forgets, that Bird Man has cash in his pocket. “Since when do you have money?” Wyatt asks.

“Oh?” Bird Man chuckles. He's on his last bite, as the Gator works its way down his esophagus. He pecks at his finger tips till the crumbs are all gone, “Now what were you saying?”