A Kat's Curiosity

Kat walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in her hoodie's pocket, hood up, head downward. It was a particularly windy day in Chicago. The cold winter air of the lakes was blown through the city, chilling it's occupants. Kat shivered, and walked into a Starbucks. A warm cup of coffee sounded really nice right now. Warm drink in hand, she set out once more. She paused by a trash can on the corner of the park just outside her new apartment. There were options here. Kat looked at the bin. She tilted her head to the side slightly and looked down into it. Sticking up from a clump of napkins and McDonalds chicken nuggets containers was the corner of something black, and leather. Kat grabbed it and pulled up what was now easily seen to be a book. What was odd was that not many books were made like this anymore. She could see possibility pouring off the thing. The decision was made to take it home. Kat continued walking.

As the rain began to fall, Kat picked up the pace and entered the building with her apartment in it. The sound of her shoes on the metal stairs rang out as she ascended to the door marked A3. She stepped through the previously mentioned door and dropped the now empty styrofoam cup into a small plastic trash can. Kat pulled her hoodie off and sighed. The day was only halfway through. She opened the fridge only to find it empty. Another sigh. The hoodie went back on and she made her way towards the closest grocery store. Kat shielded the book by slouching over it while she began reading during the walk.

Kat almost dropped the book, startled by the car, and then even more by the man suddenly yelling at her. She hastily apologized and moved on. After getting away from that incident, her attention returned to the book. It had incredibly strange things to tell her.

Kat turned her back to the glass and did a sort of jumping start to a run to get away from the fire. She winced when she felt a few small pieces hit her before she managed to get away. The person who could see possibility couldn't be this unlucky, Kat also didn't believe in luck. She looked looked down at the book in her hands, and then checked her surroundings. Now away from immediate danger, her body realized she was in pain. Kat reached over her back to feel what wounds there were as gently as possible.

She studies this person carefully. "I don't believe inanimate objects are capable of being good or bad. Besides, I can... Look after it." From what Kat had seen of the first few pages, she had every intention of keeping the book.

"An item that has been in your family for years, eh?" Kat closed her eyes for a moment, separati different outcomes until she had a rough idea of what might come from returning the book. She couldn't see the past, but Kat could take a good guess. Her guess was that this lady had used this book long enough. It was time for someone else to have some fun with it. "I'm afraid I'll be holding onto it."

Kat shivered involuntarily, and continued on her walk. She had a feeling that holding onto this book might become an essential defense. Siren hurried through the rain into the shop and walked about collecting food for the next few days.

Kat opened the book again, stopping her mission momentarily. She flipped through the old pages. There was a lot here, but little explanation about how it really worked. The reader was expected to already understand that much. It would take some time and reading to understand it.