Talking to Eziekiel turned out to be as easy as breathing. They exchanged jokes, and eye rolls, and they laughed half the way to the store. At one point of the walk, Vanessa had to pause, because she was shaking with laughter. Eziekiel had ended up falling down to, watching her twitch in completely silent giggles. But now, they peered through the glass. He nodded, and they walked into the small little shop.
While Eziekiel talked to the skinny man behind he counter, Vanessa played with the keys handing on the door, the sparkle distracting her. But while she was close to the door, she saw something catch her eye. A boy, around her age, maybe older, was running. He looked like he was in pain, and he was clutching his forehead. Curiosity killed the cat, she thought over in her head. But she ignored it, and slid out of the shop. Once she was out, the snatches of yells reached her ears.
She ran to the last place she saw the boy, hoping beyond hope Eziekiel wouldn't notice her absence. Once she reached the alley wall, she peeked her head around the corner. A man was holding the boy she saw to the wall, holding a gun to his head. She ran into the alley, and shouted,"Hey!"
They both looked over at her in surprise, and the older man grinned. She saw dark holes in places his teeth should of been. He spoke, his voice terribly raspy,"Well hello there, sweetheart." She had no idea what to do now. He could easily shoot the boy, then turn the gun on her and that'd be it. Her plan was not going well so far.
The man shoved the boy into the wall, and he fell in a heap to the floor. Rubbing his head, he stumbled up, swaying to his feet. The man leered at Vanessa, and prowled closer. She backed away, but suddenly there was a man behind her that defintley not there before. She froze. What do you do now, Vanessa!, Said a small voice in her ear. But she had no answer, and she felt the coming wave of paralysis. The man behind her grinned, his hot breath sweeping along her ear. The man's wicked grin in front of her, however, slid off his face as the boy behind him leaped on him.
Vanessa went to run, but the man behind her yanked her arm, and she cried out. He wrapped to arms around her middle, and kept her on the wall. She squirmed and wiggled, but every time she did he laughed, her efforts amusing him. Meanwhile, the boy who saved her was wrestling with the man on the floor. They didn't seem like they would part anytime soon, so she was stuck there. With no use of her arms, and no other options, she spit on him.
He snarled and threw her on the floor. Wiping his face, he slammed a boot to her stomach, trapping her there while she gasped and spluttered, air rushing out of her.
But then the boot lifted, and she looked up to see Eziekiel wrapping a thick arm around the man's neck. He tossed him aside as if nothing more then a feather, and looked at Vanessa with wild, anxious eyes. She coughed,"Help....Him." And Eziekiel looked up, just in time to see the boy flying into his face. They both fell, and before Vanessa could help them up, two sweaty hands gripped her jaw and pulled her up. He wrapped an arm around her torso, and held something cold and heavy to her temple.
"Nobody move, or I'll kill little miss hero over here."
Eziekiel went to move forward, but the boy put his arm out to stop him,"Don't," he said,"He'll do it. I know he will." Eziekiel watched Vanessa, and growled,"What the hell?" Vanessa gave him a yeah-sorry-about-that look, and whispered,"Sorry. I saw him, and I came over....." Eziekiel narrowed his eyes,"And why didn't you get me?" She shrugged,"It was a spur-of-the-moment decision." Then the man bopped the side of her mouth, and said,"No talking." Eziekiel snarled.
She tasted blood trickle down her lips, and then everything happened very fast. Eziekiel pounced forward, and the man-not expecting a move like that-let go of Vanessa to protect himself. Grabbing Vanessa, he pulled her to his side, and said shortly,"Were leaving. Now." The man glared, but nodded all the same. As Eziekiel turned to leave, Vanessa tugged on his sleeve,"What about him," she whispered. Eziekiel glared at her, but turned to the man reluctantly. "What do you want for him? I got cash." The man gave a lopsided grin, that gave Vanessa chills.
"Her." Was all he said.
Eziekiel scowled,"No deal." Vanessa creeped behind him as slowly as he could. Hoping that the man wouldn't watch her, she hid behind Eziekiel. Once the two started talking again, Vanessa crouched down and felt the ground, until her hand came in contact with a jagged edge. She gripped it, and slowly got up. Peeking through Eziekiel's arms, she watched the man talk, aimed, and...BAM!
The rock hit his skull, and he fell to the floor with a clatter. They all whipped around to stare at her, and she smiled.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Chapter 10
(Writers note: From now on, the title is going to be the Chapter number. You all obviously know its still the Misfits.....Hopefully)
Simon Chance tapped his foot to the beat of the music, resting his arm on his knee. His raggedy, filthy jeans made a dark spot on his arm, but he didn't mind. He was quite used to it. The radio in front of him crackled, and he made a face. Sighing, he stretched forward to twiddle with the dials, until it stopped crackling. He leaned back again, and just was getting comfortable, the beat of the music thrumming through him, the warm wall heating him up, when he heard a yell.
He froze, his foot stopping its rhythmic tapping. When he heard the second yell, he moved, but it wasn't to the music. He leaped up, sprinting away, but looked over his shoulder, just to make sure. He was right. Of course he was.
The source of the noise chased after him, his other friends trailing behind to kick his beloved radio to pieces. He puffed, and forced himself to run even faster. The guy didn't have a hope. He was about to make it to the edge of the alley, when--WHAM!
Another guy had jumped from the top of the building-which wasn't quite a feat, considering it was almost 8 feet-and landed right on Simon. He screamed a million curses in his mind, but all he could do was topple as the dead weight smacked into him. Rolling over, he got a good look at the crazy man sitting on him. A lewd grin was plastered on his face, and Simon wriggled. Setting his arm free, he grabbed a fistful of the mas hair and pulled him aside, and he leaped up, making to run away again.
But his chaser was caught up enough to grab a wrinkle in his shirt, and yanked Simon forward. He cursed, and toppled into the man. They both fell. But the man got up quicker, and he jammed the black gun onto Simons forehead. He froze. The metal was cold, and solid, and he knew if he tried to run the man would thumb back the trigger without another thought. So he didn't move, his eyes on the man the whole time. The man grinned, and Simon counted 3 missing teeth. Probably punched out of his mouth.
"I should kill you." His voice was terribly raspy, hoarse. It was as if he had just finished screaming. Which, could be perfectly true. It was like a car running over shards of glass, the terrible screech of an object dying, beyond repair. If this man had a soul, it was long gone by now. It couldn't be returned, after the crap he'd done to him, to his mother. The thought flared his anger, making his eyes flash. The man just grinned. He thumbed back the trigger, and Simon closed his eyes.
.......
When Vanessa woke up, it wasn't a pleasant thing. Her ribs ached, and she inwardly was in awe at how easily sore she became. She most probably had deep blotches on her waist. Jason gripping them didn't help much, either. But either way, she yanked herself up. Running her hand along the smooth wooden edge of the dresser, she wondered briefly in Savannah would mind if she picked out an outfit without her supervision. She pulled open the drawer anyways, and sifted through various pieces of clothing articles. Picking out a random pair of stormy grey sweatpants, and a dark purple tank top, she slid them on. She had to roll up the sweatpants, which was odd, seeing as she was taller than Savannah.
When she walked out of the room, she was greeted with the strong smell of smoke. She heard Eziekiel yell,"You idiot!" And ran over to the kitchen to see what had happened. Jason had knocked over a bottle of oil, and the frying pan lit into flames. Succeeding in burning his nose, he jumped around, cursing. Eziekiel, on the other hand, was trying to calm the flames by fanning them frantically with a towel. The whole scene made Vanessa giggle.
At her laugh, they had looked over, and Eziekiel paused in fanning the flames. They took the chance eagerly, and shot up again. Right into Eziekiel's arm. He yelled and whipped his arm back. She rolled her eyes, and walked forward, grabbing a glass of ice water on the way. Throwing the water down with a splash, the flames sizzled, and died out. Eziekiel stared at her, still gripping his arm.
"How'd you do that?"
She shrugged. "3 years of living by myself." He smiled faintly, and looked down at his arm again. She grabbed his hand, and pulled the arm away from his chest gently, examining it. His hand felt hot, drastically hot, but she surmised it was from the flames. She whistled slowly. "Nice. Got yourself good." She looked up, and his eyes blinked, and she could of swore he almost blushed. But he didn't, and she tried to ignore the fact she was disappointed.
"Got a first aid kit?" He cleared his throat, and looked away,"Uh, yeah. Over there." She figured he meant the second cabinet to the left, for his chin was pointed in that direction. So she reached up on her tip-toes, and tried to snatch the handle, but she was to short. She frowned at him,"Why are they so high?" He snorted,"They're not high. Your just a shortie." Scowling, she hopped up and sat on the counter top, and opened the cabinet. "We eat their, you know." Vanessa shot him a smile,"Yeah, but apparently I'm a shortie. So you can think about your words, while you wipe the counter tops."
She looked around the white little compartment, and saw a small little box. She opened it, and rummaged through it, rifling through the stacks of band-aids, creams, and ointments. Finding the burn cream, she pushed the cabinet door closed with her head. She hopped back down, staggered a little, but found her footing. Unscrewing the small little top, she dabbed some of the cream on Eziekiel's arm. He stared determinedly at his arm, then mumbled,"Thanks."
There was an indignant cry beside them, and Jason pointed to his nose,"What, I don't get any?" Vanessa scowled deeply, her cheeks reddening as the memory's of the last time she had seen Jason sprang up in her mind. Eziekiel caught her scowl, and whipped the tube from Vanessa's hand. "Yeah. Here." He dolloped some on the tip of Jason's nose, and Jason scowled, wiping off the cream hurriedly.
Eziekiel laughed, and walked out of the kitchen. She followed him, not wanting to be alone with Jason, and he said,"Well, I'm going." Savannah looked up from her perch in the couch,"Why?" Eziekiel raised his eyebrows,"Well, I have to rent a car, and buy plane tickets." Savannah opened her mouth, then closed it, and nodded. "OK. Hurry." Eziekiel strode over to the hallway with the exit, and Vanessa quickly followed him,"You have a license?" He looked at her,"Yeah. We all do, except for the Twins." He reached the door, and paused,"Well....Uh. Bye." But she held the door shut,"Can I come?"
Part of it was because she didn't fancy being alone with Ivory and Jason, but most of it was because the image of her and Eziekiel alone was to much to resist.
He blinked, surprised, and shrugged,"Sure."
Trying not to grin, she swept out of the clock with him, leaving it shrinking slowly in the distance, as they walked to find the nearest Car Rental store.
Simon Chance tapped his foot to the beat of the music, resting his arm on his knee. His raggedy, filthy jeans made a dark spot on his arm, but he didn't mind. He was quite used to it. The radio in front of him crackled, and he made a face. Sighing, he stretched forward to twiddle with the dials, until it stopped crackling. He leaned back again, and just was getting comfortable, the beat of the music thrumming through him, the warm wall heating him up, when he heard a yell.
He froze, his foot stopping its rhythmic tapping. When he heard the second yell, he moved, but it wasn't to the music. He leaped up, sprinting away, but looked over his shoulder, just to make sure. He was right. Of course he was.
The source of the noise chased after him, his other friends trailing behind to kick his beloved radio to pieces. He puffed, and forced himself to run even faster. The guy didn't have a hope. He was about to make it to the edge of the alley, when--WHAM!
Another guy had jumped from the top of the building-which wasn't quite a feat, considering it was almost 8 feet-and landed right on Simon. He screamed a million curses in his mind, but all he could do was topple as the dead weight smacked into him. Rolling over, he got a good look at the crazy man sitting on him. A lewd grin was plastered on his face, and Simon wriggled. Setting his arm free, he grabbed a fistful of the mas hair and pulled him aside, and he leaped up, making to run away again.
But his chaser was caught up enough to grab a wrinkle in his shirt, and yanked Simon forward. He cursed, and toppled into the man. They both fell. But the man got up quicker, and he jammed the black gun onto Simons forehead. He froze. The metal was cold, and solid, and he knew if he tried to run the man would thumb back the trigger without another thought. So he didn't move, his eyes on the man the whole time. The man grinned, and Simon counted 3 missing teeth. Probably punched out of his mouth.
"I should kill you." His voice was terribly raspy, hoarse. It was as if he had just finished screaming. Which, could be perfectly true. It was like a car running over shards of glass, the terrible screech of an object dying, beyond repair. If this man had a soul, it was long gone by now. It couldn't be returned, after the crap he'd done to him, to his mother. The thought flared his anger, making his eyes flash. The man just grinned. He thumbed back the trigger, and Simon closed his eyes.
.......
When Vanessa woke up, it wasn't a pleasant thing. Her ribs ached, and she inwardly was in awe at how easily sore she became. She most probably had deep blotches on her waist. Jason gripping them didn't help much, either. But either way, she yanked herself up. Running her hand along the smooth wooden edge of the dresser, she wondered briefly in Savannah would mind if she picked out an outfit without her supervision. She pulled open the drawer anyways, and sifted through various pieces of clothing articles. Picking out a random pair of stormy grey sweatpants, and a dark purple tank top, she slid them on. She had to roll up the sweatpants, which was odd, seeing as she was taller than Savannah.
When she walked out of the room, she was greeted with the strong smell of smoke. She heard Eziekiel yell,"You idiot!" And ran over to the kitchen to see what had happened. Jason had knocked over a bottle of oil, and the frying pan lit into flames. Succeeding in burning his nose, he jumped around, cursing. Eziekiel, on the other hand, was trying to calm the flames by fanning them frantically with a towel. The whole scene made Vanessa giggle.
At her laugh, they had looked over, and Eziekiel paused in fanning the flames. They took the chance eagerly, and shot up again. Right into Eziekiel's arm. He yelled and whipped his arm back. She rolled her eyes, and walked forward, grabbing a glass of ice water on the way. Throwing the water down with a splash, the flames sizzled, and died out. Eziekiel stared at her, still gripping his arm.
"How'd you do that?"
She shrugged. "3 years of living by myself." He smiled faintly, and looked down at his arm again. She grabbed his hand, and pulled the arm away from his chest gently, examining it. His hand felt hot, drastically hot, but she surmised it was from the flames. She whistled slowly. "Nice. Got yourself good." She looked up, and his eyes blinked, and she could of swore he almost blushed. But he didn't, and she tried to ignore the fact she was disappointed.
"Got a first aid kit?" He cleared his throat, and looked away,"Uh, yeah. Over there." She figured he meant the second cabinet to the left, for his chin was pointed in that direction. So she reached up on her tip-toes, and tried to snatch the handle, but she was to short. She frowned at him,"Why are they so high?" He snorted,"They're not high. Your just a shortie." Scowling, she hopped up and sat on the counter top, and opened the cabinet. "We eat their, you know." Vanessa shot him a smile,"Yeah, but apparently I'm a shortie. So you can think about your words, while you wipe the counter tops."
She looked around the white little compartment, and saw a small little box. She opened it, and rummaged through it, rifling through the stacks of band-aids, creams, and ointments. Finding the burn cream, she pushed the cabinet door closed with her head. She hopped back down, staggered a little, but found her footing. Unscrewing the small little top, she dabbed some of the cream on Eziekiel's arm. He stared determinedly at his arm, then mumbled,"Thanks."
There was an indignant cry beside them, and Jason pointed to his nose,"What, I don't get any?" Vanessa scowled deeply, her cheeks reddening as the memory's of the last time she had seen Jason sprang up in her mind. Eziekiel caught her scowl, and whipped the tube from Vanessa's hand. "Yeah. Here." He dolloped some on the tip of Jason's nose, and Jason scowled, wiping off the cream hurriedly.
Eziekiel laughed, and walked out of the kitchen. She followed him, not wanting to be alone with Jason, and he said,"Well, I'm going." Savannah looked up from her perch in the couch,"Why?" Eziekiel raised his eyebrows,"Well, I have to rent a car, and buy plane tickets." Savannah opened her mouth, then closed it, and nodded. "OK. Hurry." Eziekiel strode over to the hallway with the exit, and Vanessa quickly followed him,"You have a license?" He looked at her,"Yeah. We all do, except for the Twins." He reached the door, and paused,"Well....Uh. Bye." But she held the door shut,"Can I come?"
Part of it was because she didn't fancy being alone with Ivory and Jason, but most of it was because the image of her and Eziekiel alone was to much to resist.
He blinked, surprised, and shrugged,"Sure."
Trying not to grin, she swept out of the clock with him, leaving it shrinking slowly in the distance, as they walked to find the nearest Car Rental store.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The Misfits Gang
Chapter 9, That look in your eye
Jason watched as Vanessa glided out of the room, and he could almost feel her hesitancy. The things Ivory said hurt her, he could tell. Eziekiel watched Jason's eyes, which were following Vanessa's shapely figure drift out with desire, and burst out angrily,"Take a picture, prat, it'll last longer." Jason tore his eyes away from her and looked at Eziekiel. Jason grinned at him and winked. He bowed out of the way, and guestured his hands in Vanessa's direction,"She's all yours." Eziekiel glared, but didn't move. It was obvious, he was to embaressed to actually do it, and Jason slipped out, and shot Eziekiel a wink over his shoulder. "Sorry, buddy. But the timer ran out." And he walked down the hall laughing.
....
Vanessa closed her bedroom door softly, and turned around with a sigh. She laid on the bed, considered changing, then decided she was to tired to get up. Her waist ached from when the huge man had grabbed her, and her mind was exhausted. She slipped under the covers and was about to close her eyes when a soft knock rapped on the door. She sat up, blinking, and her mind ran through a list of possibilities. But the one that mattered was the first one, so she brushed a hand through her hair self consciously, and her heart thudded. But she scolded herself. She called out,"Come in," And instead of the strong figure of Eziekiel, it was the dark form of Jason. She sank back, disappointed. He smiled,"Hi." She returned one wanly, and blinked,"So...uh...What do you want?" It was hard to say those words without sounding rude, she realized a little to late. He didn't seem to mind though, as he slipped deeper into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked into her bright green eyes, and said,"I just wanted to explain why Ivory's so rough. I felt you had a right to know."
Woah. Vanessa was not expecting that. She raised an eyebrow, and said,"Go on." He smiled, and looked down at his hands,"Well, when we found Ivory, it was just Me and Eziekiel. Then she came, and she wasn't even close to the way she was now. Her hair was long, and curly, and black. She didn't have piercings. She was thin, drastically thin, and it seemed like the only expression on her face was nervous. It took her a while to start to get comfortable around us, when she started to believe that we weren't going to suddenly start beating her or something." Vanessa stared at him,"Why was she nervous," she said softly. His smile faded somewhat, and he said,"We found out that she was on the list for Child Services. Her dad....Her dad started doing drugs. He got addicted. When he couldn't pay...He gave them his daughter. His only daughter. Ivory. You can imagine...You can imagine what they did to her."
Vanessa stared at him in horror. Her stomach lurched in disgust, and bile rose in her throat. "Thats...Thats horrible." She whispered. He nodded,"She started to trust us. She started to become more confident. To you, Ivory may seem scary, and prideful, and self-assured. But really, she clings to this group like her lifeline. It's all she has. If she didn't have us, what would happen? Her story is a sad one." Vanessa blinked, then curiousity got the better of her. She whispered,"Whats your story?" Jason blinked quickly, excited. He probably thought this was her way of flirting. He spoke softly, leaning a tiny bit closer, and spoke. His cold breath blew on her face. "When I lived with my parents, everything was great. Then, my mom died. That...That changed my dad. Made him snap. He loved my mother. He started being cruel to me, treating me like a pet, nothing more. I got sick of it. I left." By the time he had stopped speaking, his body was an inch away from hers. She felt uncomfortable. She tried to inch away but guilt washed over her.
His story was so sad, and from the sound of it, it was as if he was loved deprived. He probably clung to Savannah tightly, for she treated everyone with such compassion. She couldn't just reject him. So it left her stranded there, not knowing what to do, as he leaned even closer. Finally, his lips touched hers, and her thoughts turned frantic. What do you do, Vanessa!, said the little voice in her head. But no thought sprang to mind, so she sat there, uncomfortable, as his lips pressed harder on hers. He was either a really great actor, or it would be devastating to him for her to pull away. She figured out which one he was when his hand slipped to her waist. Damn, she thought. His other hand wrapped around her waist, and an alarm beeped off in her head.
So she pressed her head back, and their lips separated. She whispered,"Uh...Jason-" But before she could say anything else, he pressed against her again. This time, he threw all caution to the winds as his lips danced open, trying to wrench her's open. But she stuck to her guns, and decided to throw herself back. Drastically wrong move.
Instead of separating himself from her, he went on top of her, but that was it. She opened her eyes angrily, and rolled away. He sat up, his eyes bright, but her's narrowed. "Don't do that again. Ever." He got up, and she took a step back. He winked,"No promises." She scowled, and pointed at the door. He shrugged, and out he went.
Jason watched as Vanessa glided out of the room, and he could almost feel her hesitancy. The things Ivory said hurt her, he could tell. Eziekiel watched Jason's eyes, which were following Vanessa's shapely figure drift out with desire, and burst out angrily,"Take a picture, prat, it'll last longer." Jason tore his eyes away from her and looked at Eziekiel. Jason grinned at him and winked. He bowed out of the way, and guestured his hands in Vanessa's direction,"She's all yours." Eziekiel glared, but didn't move. It was obvious, he was to embaressed to actually do it, and Jason slipped out, and shot Eziekiel a wink over his shoulder. "Sorry, buddy. But the timer ran out." And he walked down the hall laughing.
....
Vanessa closed her bedroom door softly, and turned around with a sigh. She laid on the bed, considered changing, then decided she was to tired to get up. Her waist ached from when the huge man had grabbed her, and her mind was exhausted. She slipped under the covers and was about to close her eyes when a soft knock rapped on the door. She sat up, blinking, and her mind ran through a list of possibilities. But the one that mattered was the first one, so she brushed a hand through her hair self consciously, and her heart thudded. But she scolded herself. She called out,"Come in," And instead of the strong figure of Eziekiel, it was the dark form of Jason. She sank back, disappointed. He smiled,"Hi." She returned one wanly, and blinked,"So...uh...What do you want?" It was hard to say those words without sounding rude, she realized a little to late. He didn't seem to mind though, as he slipped deeper into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked into her bright green eyes, and said,"I just wanted to explain why Ivory's so rough. I felt you had a right to know."
Woah. Vanessa was not expecting that. She raised an eyebrow, and said,"Go on." He smiled, and looked down at his hands,"Well, when we found Ivory, it was just Me and Eziekiel. Then she came, and she wasn't even close to the way she was now. Her hair was long, and curly, and black. She didn't have piercings. She was thin, drastically thin, and it seemed like the only expression on her face was nervous. It took her a while to start to get comfortable around us, when she started to believe that we weren't going to suddenly start beating her or something." Vanessa stared at him,"Why was she nervous," she said softly. His smile faded somewhat, and he said,"We found out that she was on the list for Child Services. Her dad....Her dad started doing drugs. He got addicted. When he couldn't pay...He gave them his daughter. His only daughter. Ivory. You can imagine...You can imagine what they did to her."
Vanessa stared at him in horror. Her stomach lurched in disgust, and bile rose in her throat. "Thats...Thats horrible." She whispered. He nodded,"She started to trust us. She started to become more confident. To you, Ivory may seem scary, and prideful, and self-assured. But really, she clings to this group like her lifeline. It's all she has. If she didn't have us, what would happen? Her story is a sad one." Vanessa blinked, then curiousity got the better of her. She whispered,"Whats your story?" Jason blinked quickly, excited. He probably thought this was her way of flirting. He spoke softly, leaning a tiny bit closer, and spoke. His cold breath blew on her face. "When I lived with my parents, everything was great. Then, my mom died. That...That changed my dad. Made him snap. He loved my mother. He started being cruel to me, treating me like a pet, nothing more. I got sick of it. I left." By the time he had stopped speaking, his body was an inch away from hers. She felt uncomfortable. She tried to inch away but guilt washed over her.
His story was so sad, and from the sound of it, it was as if he was loved deprived. He probably clung to Savannah tightly, for she treated everyone with such compassion. She couldn't just reject him. So it left her stranded there, not knowing what to do, as he leaned even closer. Finally, his lips touched hers, and her thoughts turned frantic. What do you do, Vanessa!, said the little voice in her head. But no thought sprang to mind, so she sat there, uncomfortable, as his lips pressed harder on hers. He was either a really great actor, or it would be devastating to him for her to pull away. She figured out which one he was when his hand slipped to her waist. Damn, she thought. His other hand wrapped around her waist, and an alarm beeped off in her head.
So she pressed her head back, and their lips separated. She whispered,"Uh...Jason-" But before she could say anything else, he pressed against her again. This time, he threw all caution to the winds as his lips danced open, trying to wrench her's open. But she stuck to her guns, and decided to throw herself back. Drastically wrong move.
Instead of separating himself from her, he went on top of her, but that was it. She opened her eyes angrily, and rolled away. He sat up, his eyes bright, but her's narrowed. "Don't do that again. Ever." He got up, and she took a step back. He winked,"No promises." She scowled, and pointed at the door. He shrugged, and out he went.
The Misfits Gang
Chapter 8, There's magic in the air.
Jason go up slowly, red in the face. He gaped at the Twins. "What. The. HELL." Eziekiel nodded shakily,"Exactly what I was thinking." The Twins were leaning against the wall, still pale and shuddering. Vanessa retracted her gaze from Ivory, part of the reason being Ivory looked like she would like nothing more then to chop off Vanessa's head at that moment. She watched Savannah and Eziekiel exchange looks as if they were talking to each other thoughts. It made Vanessa realize how no matter how close she felt, she was still the outsider in this little ragamuffin crew. She had only been there for a day, and the way Savannah looked at her, she felt it was because they didn't want to ruin the chance that Eziekiel had brought home an actual girl.
Thinking about this made Vanessa's eyes flicker to him. She didn't know how she felt about him, mostly because he was still just a stranger. Granted, a stranger that saved her life, but still.....It felt as if she was back to being 13, and this was just a crush, nothing more to be expected from it. Was it a crush to Eziekiel? Did he even care about her that way, and was she crazy for thinking about it? Maybe it was just to soon, they only met yesterday. But it was hard not to fancy Eziekiel, when he was just so fanciable.
Then she heard a voice, and she snapped out of her reverie. Eziekiel was watching her, his lips were moving, but she just hadn't caught the words. He repeated himself,"What are you looking at?"
Her eyes shot downwards, a terrible blush rising in her cheeks. "Nothing," she mumbled. He looked away, and her eyes rose. They were all watching the Twins carefully, and everybody seemed to be trying to figure out what to say. Finally Vanessa broke the silence,"So. That just happened."
But when the Twins looked at her, all her attempts at amusement drifted away. She saw everything she felt that night in Florida, fear and shock and panic, all mixed into one terrible concoction. Eziekiel spoke up,"Ok. Um...Ok. Lets think this through....There is obviously magic. Magic....Uh....Magic. So....I think-and don't freak out- we should go to Ireland. Like the man said." Ivory looked up,"What, and leave London!" Eziekiel was unfazed by her fury,"Exactly." He said calmly,"That's usually what '"Leave to Ireland"' means, Ivory." At this, Ivory gave a shriek of rage and threw her hands in the air,"Come on! Everything's changing, just because this," She said a rude name so loud that Eziekiel yelled out,"Oi!" She continued,"Is changing everything! Now were getting into fights, and turning into bears, and now were thinking of going to Ireland!? This is ridiculous!" Vanessa glared at her, because she had hit a soft spot. Pointing out that it was Vanessa's fault they were all changing, hit her hard. But she didn't say anything, and Eziekiel replied coldly,"Correction. We are going to Ireland. You can come, but either way, I'm going. And so is Vanessa. Anyone else that wants to join me is welcome." No one had to say anything to know that everyone was going to join him, even Ivory. She just glared.
Savannah cleared her throat,"And I think we should go as soon as possible." But Jason cut in,"No offense, but how are we going to afford seven plane tickets?" Eziekiel smiled wickedly, and his hand flicked to his pocket. Savannah sounded disapproving,"Oh no, Eziekiel." He grinned, and pulled out a wallet. Stuffed to the brim with cash. Vanessa gasped,"Where did you get that!?" Eziekiel looked at her, and his grin broadened,"Whoever paid that guy at the shack, he paid him well." Vanessa grinned, catching on. The Twins seemed back to their usual selves,"Nice!" They high-fived.
Savannah sighed and shook her head,"Oh Lord. Help us all."
Jason go up slowly, red in the face. He gaped at the Twins. "What. The. HELL." Eziekiel nodded shakily,"Exactly what I was thinking." The Twins were leaning against the wall, still pale and shuddering. Vanessa retracted her gaze from Ivory, part of the reason being Ivory looked like she would like nothing more then to chop off Vanessa's head at that moment. She watched Savannah and Eziekiel exchange looks as if they were talking to each other thoughts. It made Vanessa realize how no matter how close she felt, she was still the outsider in this little ragamuffin crew. She had only been there for a day, and the way Savannah looked at her, she felt it was because they didn't want to ruin the chance that Eziekiel had brought home an actual girl.
Thinking about this made Vanessa's eyes flicker to him. She didn't know how she felt about him, mostly because he was still just a stranger. Granted, a stranger that saved her life, but still.....It felt as if she was back to being 13, and this was just a crush, nothing more to be expected from it. Was it a crush to Eziekiel? Did he even care about her that way, and was she crazy for thinking about it? Maybe it was just to soon, they only met yesterday. But it was hard not to fancy Eziekiel, when he was just so fanciable.
Then she heard a voice, and she snapped out of her reverie. Eziekiel was watching her, his lips were moving, but she just hadn't caught the words. He repeated himself,"What are you looking at?"
Her eyes shot downwards, a terrible blush rising in her cheeks. "Nothing," she mumbled. He looked away, and her eyes rose. They were all watching the Twins carefully, and everybody seemed to be trying to figure out what to say. Finally Vanessa broke the silence,"So. That just happened."
But when the Twins looked at her, all her attempts at amusement drifted away. She saw everything she felt that night in Florida, fear and shock and panic, all mixed into one terrible concoction. Eziekiel spoke up,"Ok. Um...Ok. Lets think this through....There is obviously magic. Magic....Uh....Magic. So....I think-and don't freak out- we should go to Ireland. Like the man said." Ivory looked up,"What, and leave London!" Eziekiel was unfazed by her fury,"Exactly." He said calmly,"That's usually what '"Leave to Ireland"' means, Ivory." At this, Ivory gave a shriek of rage and threw her hands in the air,"Come on! Everything's changing, just because this," She said a rude name so loud that Eziekiel yelled out,"Oi!" She continued,"Is changing everything! Now were getting into fights, and turning into bears, and now were thinking of going to Ireland!? This is ridiculous!" Vanessa glared at her, because she had hit a soft spot. Pointing out that it was Vanessa's fault they were all changing, hit her hard. But she didn't say anything, and Eziekiel replied coldly,"Correction. We are going to Ireland. You can come, but either way, I'm going. And so is Vanessa. Anyone else that wants to join me is welcome." No one had to say anything to know that everyone was going to join him, even Ivory. She just glared.
Savannah cleared her throat,"And I think we should go as soon as possible." But Jason cut in,"No offense, but how are we going to afford seven plane tickets?" Eziekiel smiled wickedly, and his hand flicked to his pocket. Savannah sounded disapproving,"Oh no, Eziekiel." He grinned, and pulled out a wallet. Stuffed to the brim with cash. Vanessa gasped,"Where did you get that!?" Eziekiel looked at her, and his grin broadened,"Whoever paid that guy at the shack, he paid him well." Vanessa grinned, catching on. The Twins seemed back to their usual selves,"Nice!" They high-fived.
Savannah sighed and shook her head,"Oh Lord. Help us all."
The Misfits Gang
Chapter seven, When the lights go out.
The man put the sleek black phone down gently, and closed his eyes. "So," he whispered, but his voice carried to everyone's ears easily,"It seems our plan isn't going to be nearly as easy as I thought it would be. The girl, Vanessa, seems to have come in contact with a pair of boys. A pair of boys about to reach the Surge. Magic might be in her grasp quickly. We can't let her discover her own magic without my supervision." The man to his left spoke out,"So what do we do, Master?"
"We kill the others." He said it easily, as if killing a group of children was a daily hobby, nothing more. "But there are others, others going after her. Some might even be from the Ministry. We can not let her reach the Ministry's grasp. Do not dissapoint me."
...............
Vanessa sat on the edge of the couch, terse and stiff. No one had spoken, not even Ivory. She stood, and six pairs of his flickered to her. She clenched her fists behind her back, fighting the blush at the attention, and spoke,"Look. What if he's right? What if something is going to happen tonight?"
"Don't be ridiculous," snapped Ivory. She continued,"He was probably just on drugs."
"Well, look at the facts. Someone tried to burn down Vanessa's house. Another, tried to strangle her. There's obviously some reason they want her." Jason pointed out. Ivory blinked, moved by the truth of his words, trying to find an angle to fight from. She found one. "Well, then, we need to know what she did!" Savannah opened her mouth to argue, but Vanessa burst out,"Look, it was 3 years ago! If it is because of that, why are they coming after me now?" I
Ivory crossed her arms, and smirked. She had gotten it out. Now they all knew there was something. "What happened 3 years ago." It didn't even sound like a question. Ivory was going to keep this up until Vanessa told them all. So she clenched her jaw, and hurried through her words,"I was 17, I was in Florida, I was scared, I made something happen." Of course. The reactions she feared, flew through everybody's face, even Ivory lost her smirk. She looked down at her feet.
"What did you do?", came Jason's voice. He sounded shaken, getting worried. Vanessa opened her mouth, and out came the words,"Imadesomeguysfly."
Ivory pursed her lips,"Sorry?" Vanessa gritted her teeth, and snapped her head up," I made. Some guys. Fly." Ivory snorted, but she was the only one. Eric number one gnashed his teeth together angrily,"You asked, and she answered. Stop being a git, Ivory." Ivory raised her dark eyes to him, full of daring,"Excuse me?" She said dangerously.
"Stop. Being. Such. A. Jerk." Eric was red in the face now, and Vanessa was shocked to see how angry he was getting. Eric 2 was copying him, flushing furiously. Everyone else stared. Ivory looked taken aback. It was obvious the Twins never acted like this. Ivory caught herself, and snarled,"I wasn't talking to you anyways." That did it. The Twins started shaking in anger, and before Savannah could calm the situation, as she was about to do, something happened. The twin both seemed to explode, and when they reappeared, it wasn't their freckled-selves. It was two full-sized, snarling bears. Jason leaped away with a scream of profanities, and Eziekiel jumped. Ivory screamed, and Savannah yelled out a stream of Spanish words, none of which Vanessa could understand. Vanessa, on the other hand watched with wide eyes. The bears seemed to catch their reactions, and looked down. With a yelp, and a bang, the two gangly boys appeared in a heap. Their faces pale and sweaty, tangled over each other. Savannah ran forward and helped them to their feet.
Vanessa crossed her arms smugly, and threw a huge smirk in Ivory's direction. "Ha. in your face." Ivory looked mutinous.
The man put the sleek black phone down gently, and closed his eyes. "So," he whispered, but his voice carried to everyone's ears easily,"It seems our plan isn't going to be nearly as easy as I thought it would be. The girl, Vanessa, seems to have come in contact with a pair of boys. A pair of boys about to reach the Surge. Magic might be in her grasp quickly. We can't let her discover her own magic without my supervision." The man to his left spoke out,"So what do we do, Master?"
"We kill the others." He said it easily, as if killing a group of children was a daily hobby, nothing more. "But there are others, others going after her. Some might even be from the Ministry. We can not let her reach the Ministry's grasp. Do not dissapoint me."
...............
Vanessa sat on the edge of the couch, terse and stiff. No one had spoken, not even Ivory. She stood, and six pairs of his flickered to her. She clenched her fists behind her back, fighting the blush at the attention, and spoke,"Look. What if he's right? What if something is going to happen tonight?"
"Don't be ridiculous," snapped Ivory. She continued,"He was probably just on drugs."
"Well, look at the facts. Someone tried to burn down Vanessa's house. Another, tried to strangle her. There's obviously some reason they want her." Jason pointed out. Ivory blinked, moved by the truth of his words, trying to find an angle to fight from. She found one. "Well, then, we need to know what she did!" Savannah opened her mouth to argue, but Vanessa burst out,"Look, it was 3 years ago! If it is because of that, why are they coming after me now?" I
Ivory crossed her arms, and smirked. She had gotten it out. Now they all knew there was something. "What happened 3 years ago." It didn't even sound like a question. Ivory was going to keep this up until Vanessa told them all. So she clenched her jaw, and hurried through her words,"I was 17, I was in Florida, I was scared, I made something happen." Of course. The reactions she feared, flew through everybody's face, even Ivory lost her smirk. She looked down at her feet.
"What did you do?", came Jason's voice. He sounded shaken, getting worried. Vanessa opened her mouth, and out came the words,"Imadesomeguysfly."
Ivory pursed her lips,"Sorry?" Vanessa gritted her teeth, and snapped her head up," I made. Some guys. Fly." Ivory snorted, but she was the only one. Eric number one gnashed his teeth together angrily,"You asked, and she answered. Stop being a git, Ivory." Ivory raised her dark eyes to him, full of daring,"Excuse me?" She said dangerously.
"Stop. Being. Such. A. Jerk." Eric was red in the face now, and Vanessa was shocked to see how angry he was getting. Eric 2 was copying him, flushing furiously. Everyone else stared. Ivory looked taken aback. It was obvious the Twins never acted like this. Ivory caught herself, and snarled,"I wasn't talking to you anyways." That did it. The Twins started shaking in anger, and before Savannah could calm the situation, as she was about to do, something happened. The twin both seemed to explode, and when they reappeared, it wasn't their freckled-selves. It was two full-sized, snarling bears. Jason leaped away with a scream of profanities, and Eziekiel jumped. Ivory screamed, and Savannah yelled out a stream of Spanish words, none of which Vanessa could understand. Vanessa, on the other hand watched with wide eyes. The bears seemed to catch their reactions, and looked down. With a yelp, and a bang, the two gangly boys appeared in a heap. Their faces pale and sweaty, tangled over each other. Savannah ran forward and helped them to their feet.
Vanessa crossed her arms smugly, and threw a huge smirk in Ivory's direction. "Ha. in your face." Ivory looked mutinous.
The Misfits Gang
Chapter six
If Vanessa thought the silence before was immense, it didn't compare to the one now. Jason stared at her, his eyebrows raised. Then, finally, Ivory broke the silence with a sharp,"It's official. Your crazy," in Vanessa's direction. But Vanessa ignored her, and watched Eziekiel carefully. Bewilderment crossed his face. He spoke hesitantly, as if fearing her sanity,"Vanessa, you can't honestly believe that." She didn't answer, just blinked slowly, and then looked towards the man on the floor. He raised an eyebrow,"So, what have you done that you've never told anyone about? You must have been pretty pissed. Or scared."
"Shut up." Was all Vanessa shot his way. But he was right. She was terrified that night. But it was nothing compared to the terror she felt after, when she feared she was losing it. But, she had decided it must of been a wind trick, and flew home as quick as she could.
Eziekiel cleared his throat, and said,"What's he talking about, Vanessa?"
She almost blushed. She didn't want to tell any of them, about any of the things that happened that night, but she didn't need to. As she went to stammer an excuse, the man on the floor lazily slurred,"She did something she had no control of, when she was scared." Vanessa looked at him. How had he known that? He continued,"So, judging by the expression on your pretty little face, I ain't lying." Ivory threw her hands in the air,"Well, you have to tell us now." Jason nodded,"She's got a point. This scum," he nudged the man with his shoe,"Isn't going to tell us anything worth while. You obviously know what he's talking about. Spit it out."
But Savannah came to her rescue,"If it's her business, she doesn't need to tell us. But Vanessa, we do want to know if you believe him. That would help." Vanessa looked at her, hesitated, and swallowed. Then, she nodded tentatively,"Yeah. I believe him." Was she crazy? Was Ivory right? Or was this man, this stranger who tried to strangle her, right? Was it her who made those men flew back that night?
Eziekiel stared, and the man on the floor cackled suddenly. He pointed his chin at the Twins, who stiffened. "These two. I'll bet all my money and clothes that these two can show you tonight. Ican feel the magic in these ones." Ivory narrowed her eyes,"Crazy. The both of you." Ouch. That one stung.
But the Twins were frozen, and it was obvious they were scared. They didn't think Vanessa was crazy, for which she was grateful, so they were scared there might be an inkling of truth in his words. Savannah spoke, and her usually kind voice was filled with reproach,"Lets leave, Ez. We can talk about it at home." Eziekiel didn't move, so Savannah tugged on his sleeve,"Come on," she urged. Finally, he moved, tearing his eyes away from the man to look at Savannah. He nodded, and the gang started to move back. But Vanessa hesitated. She looked at the crazy man, and he winked,"You'll see. But don't worry, you won't get bored. Soon, there's gonna' be fighters all over you, and your new little crew of rebels." He nodded at the gang, and Eziekiels voice cut out,"We can handle ourselves. Come on, Vanessa." Ivory looked furious.
They walked out, Vanessa staring at the backs of the twins, wondering what everyone else must be wondering. Were the twins really going to change tonight?
If Vanessa thought the silence before was immense, it didn't compare to the one now. Jason stared at her, his eyebrows raised. Then, finally, Ivory broke the silence with a sharp,"It's official. Your crazy," in Vanessa's direction. But Vanessa ignored her, and watched Eziekiel carefully. Bewilderment crossed his face. He spoke hesitantly, as if fearing her sanity,"Vanessa, you can't honestly believe that." She didn't answer, just blinked slowly, and then looked towards the man on the floor. He raised an eyebrow,"So, what have you done that you've never told anyone about? You must have been pretty pissed. Or scared."
"Shut up." Was all Vanessa shot his way. But he was right. She was terrified that night. But it was nothing compared to the terror she felt after, when she feared she was losing it. But, she had decided it must of been a wind trick, and flew home as quick as she could.
Eziekiel cleared his throat, and said,"What's he talking about, Vanessa?"
She almost blushed. She didn't want to tell any of them, about any of the things that happened that night, but she didn't need to. As she went to stammer an excuse, the man on the floor lazily slurred,"She did something she had no control of, when she was scared." Vanessa looked at him. How had he known that? He continued,"So, judging by the expression on your pretty little face, I ain't lying." Ivory threw her hands in the air,"Well, you have to tell us now." Jason nodded,"She's got a point. This scum," he nudged the man with his shoe,"Isn't going to tell us anything worth while. You obviously know what he's talking about. Spit it out."
But Savannah came to her rescue,"If it's her business, she doesn't need to tell us. But Vanessa, we do want to know if you believe him. That would help." Vanessa looked at her, hesitated, and swallowed. Then, she nodded tentatively,"Yeah. I believe him." Was she crazy? Was Ivory right? Or was this man, this stranger who tried to strangle her, right? Was it her who made those men flew back that night?
Eziekiel stared, and the man on the floor cackled suddenly. He pointed his chin at the Twins, who stiffened. "These two. I'll bet all my money and clothes that these two can show you tonight. Ican feel the magic in these ones." Ivory narrowed her eyes,"Crazy. The both of you." Ouch. That one stung.
But the Twins were frozen, and it was obvious they were scared. They didn't think Vanessa was crazy, for which she was grateful, so they were scared there might be an inkling of truth in his words. Savannah spoke, and her usually kind voice was filled with reproach,"Lets leave, Ez. We can talk about it at home." Eziekiel didn't move, so Savannah tugged on his sleeve,"Come on," she urged. Finally, he moved, tearing his eyes away from the man to look at Savannah. He nodded, and the gang started to move back. But Vanessa hesitated. She looked at the crazy man, and he winked,"You'll see. But don't worry, you won't get bored. Soon, there's gonna' be fighters all over you, and your new little crew of rebels." He nodded at the gang, and Eziekiels voice cut out,"We can handle ourselves. Come on, Vanessa." Ivory looked furious.
They walked out, Vanessa staring at the backs of the twins, wondering what everyone else must be wondering. Were the twins really going to change tonight?
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
The Misfits Gang
Chapter five
"Punch him again, Eziekiel."
"Do not punch me again, Eziekiel!", came the mans hasty reply. But Eziekiels heavy fist came ramming forward anyway, and snapped back the crazy man's head. With a groan, he swung his head in the right place, and glared at them all.
Savannah was huddled in the corner, Ivory cleaning her wound with a cloth, and the Twins, Jason, and Vanessa were crowded around the psychotic man's form, who was sitting against the wall, Eziekiels large hands on either shoulder.
The Twins and Vanessa were watching as Jason asked the man questions, while Eziekiel kicked and punched when asked. He seemed to be rather enjoying his job, if you asked Vanessa. Finally, Jason asked the question that had been nagging Vanessa all the while.
"Why do you want Vanessa?"
The man bared his gleaming, sharp little teeth at her, and The Twins glared at him. "Ask her," he spat.
They all looked at her, eyebrows raised, but Vanessa shrugged. She hadn't the faintest idea what he meant by that, and her curiosity was getting the best of her, so she said,"What are you talking about?"
His mouth pursed, and for a moment he looked puzzled. Then his face cleared, and the most unpleasant grin spread. He cackled,"You mean to tell me, you don't even know?" He looked from either of their bewildered faces, and cackled louder. "None of you brats?" Ivory and Savannah looked over. Ivory looked at Vanessa, dislike etched on her milky face, and looked at Jason. He shrugged, and turned back to the cackling man. "Either tell us what you mean and become useful, or Ez will punch your lights out." The laughing died down, and his eyes narrowed, the grin still wide on his face. He looked straight at Vanessa,"Looks aren't everything, obviously. I thought you were smart?" Eziekiel snarled softly, and brought his knee up to the mans ear. Hard.
That wiped the grin off his face, for he whipped his head back and growled,"Fine, fine, Blondie!" He sighed, and looked at Jason,"I'm not supposed to say. Frankly, i'm not even that sure why he wants her dead, just-" But Vanessa cut him off hurriedly,"Who?" The man's dark amber eyes slid back to her menacingly,"My boss. Don't ask me who, girl, he just pays my checks. He's got half of London going after you," he added darkly. She crossed her arms,"Then why haven't I been attacked before?" The man blinked,"Just turned 20?" Vanessa raised an eyebrow,"Excuse me?" He sighed impatiently, and snapped,"Your age."
"19."
He frowned, and murmured,"Then he obviously doesn't want you to know, which he succeeded in. I just wonder why.." he trailed off, thinking to himself. Ivory flitted over, and Vanessa jumped when her sharp voice spat;
"If half of London's after her, she did something. Either she doesn't realize it, or she's lying." The Twins rolled their eyes together,"Yeah, Ivory, 'cause she's dangerous." Ivory glared at them, and Jason looked at the man on the floor,"Why is everyone looking after Vanessa?"
The mans grin returned, and he spoke, his voice full of reproach,"You fool's never heard of magic, have you?"
The silence was absolute, then the Twins burst out laughing. Even Ivory cracked a hard smile.
"Your bonkers. Magic?", came Eziekiel's voice, but Vanessa didn't laugh, or even smile. Her thoughts had turned cold, as she revisited 4 years ago in her head.
She had been visiting Florida, and hadn't realized what a bad part of the state she was in. 17 years wasn't quite ready for night visits, she had realized, as she walked down the dark road that led to her hotel. She remembered the jeers, the hard hands trying to grab her, but as fear had developed her, something amazing had happened. The men trying to gang up on her had flown back before anything else could happen, and she remembered watching them with wide eyes, as they flew into the hard brick wall opposite of her. She had quickly flew back home, fear of what she had done suffocating her. For 3 years, almost 4, she had locked the memory up in her mind, refusing to think about it anymore.
But now she gazed at the man with wide eyes, and he stared into hers. She believed him, and terror turned her body cold, making her stiff. What if she had done that. What if she was different? The man on the floor seemed to feel her fear at his truth, and turned smug. "Told you," was all her murmured. Eziekiel stared at Vanessa, eyebrows low. "Vanessa? Is something wrong?"
She looked at him, her eyes still wide with terror. "I don't think he's lying, Eziekiel."
"Punch him again, Eziekiel."
"Do not punch me again, Eziekiel!", came the mans hasty reply. But Eziekiels heavy fist came ramming forward anyway, and snapped back the crazy man's head. With a groan, he swung his head in the right place, and glared at them all.
Savannah was huddled in the corner, Ivory cleaning her wound with a cloth, and the Twins, Jason, and Vanessa were crowded around the psychotic man's form, who was sitting against the wall, Eziekiels large hands on either shoulder.
The Twins and Vanessa were watching as Jason asked the man questions, while Eziekiel kicked and punched when asked. He seemed to be rather enjoying his job, if you asked Vanessa. Finally, Jason asked the question that had been nagging Vanessa all the while.
"Why do you want Vanessa?"
The man bared his gleaming, sharp little teeth at her, and The Twins glared at him. "Ask her," he spat.
They all looked at her, eyebrows raised, but Vanessa shrugged. She hadn't the faintest idea what he meant by that, and her curiosity was getting the best of her, so she said,"What are you talking about?"
His mouth pursed, and for a moment he looked puzzled. Then his face cleared, and the most unpleasant grin spread. He cackled,"You mean to tell me, you don't even know?" He looked from either of their bewildered faces, and cackled louder. "None of you brats?" Ivory and Savannah looked over. Ivory looked at Vanessa, dislike etched on her milky face, and looked at Jason. He shrugged, and turned back to the cackling man. "Either tell us what you mean and become useful, or Ez will punch your lights out." The laughing died down, and his eyes narrowed, the grin still wide on his face. He looked straight at Vanessa,"Looks aren't everything, obviously. I thought you were smart?" Eziekiel snarled softly, and brought his knee up to the mans ear. Hard.
That wiped the grin off his face, for he whipped his head back and growled,"Fine, fine, Blondie!" He sighed, and looked at Jason,"I'm not supposed to say. Frankly, i'm not even that sure why he wants her dead, just-" But Vanessa cut him off hurriedly,"Who?" The man's dark amber eyes slid back to her menacingly,"My boss. Don't ask me who, girl, he just pays my checks. He's got half of London going after you," he added darkly. She crossed her arms,"Then why haven't I been attacked before?" The man blinked,"Just turned 20?" Vanessa raised an eyebrow,"Excuse me?" He sighed impatiently, and snapped,"Your age."
"19."
He frowned, and murmured,"Then he obviously doesn't want you to know, which he succeeded in. I just wonder why.." he trailed off, thinking to himself. Ivory flitted over, and Vanessa jumped when her sharp voice spat;
"If half of London's after her, she did something. Either she doesn't realize it, or she's lying." The Twins rolled their eyes together,"Yeah, Ivory, 'cause she's dangerous." Ivory glared at them, and Jason looked at the man on the floor,"Why is everyone looking after Vanessa?"
The mans grin returned, and he spoke, his voice full of reproach,"You fool's never heard of magic, have you?"
The silence was absolute, then the Twins burst out laughing. Even Ivory cracked a hard smile.
"Your bonkers. Magic?", came Eziekiel's voice, but Vanessa didn't laugh, or even smile. Her thoughts had turned cold, as she revisited 4 years ago in her head.
She had been visiting Florida, and hadn't realized what a bad part of the state she was in. 17 years wasn't quite ready for night visits, she had realized, as she walked down the dark road that led to her hotel. She remembered the jeers, the hard hands trying to grab her, but as fear had developed her, something amazing had happened. The men trying to gang up on her had flown back before anything else could happen, and she remembered watching them with wide eyes, as they flew into the hard brick wall opposite of her. She had quickly flew back home, fear of what she had done suffocating her. For 3 years, almost 4, she had locked the memory up in her mind, refusing to think about it anymore.
But now she gazed at the man with wide eyes, and he stared into hers. She believed him, and terror turned her body cold, making her stiff. What if she had done that. What if she was different? The man on the floor seemed to feel her fear at his truth, and turned smug. "Told you," was all her murmured. Eziekiel stared at Vanessa, eyebrows low. "Vanessa? Is something wrong?"
She looked at him, her eyes still wide with terror. "I don't think he's lying, Eziekiel."
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