Confinement Part 34

Announcements: Hmph. 3 parts in such a short amount of time? I think yes! So thank you reading this, I hope many of you especially enjoy this part because I know I had a great time writing it! Also, Happy early Easter!

Question of the Day: Okay, really? What is up with Tallon and his strange behavior? Comment your answers and anything else in the comment box! By the way, I really appreciate those of you that have never commented before commenting now! It makes me feel great! :-)

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  1. "Did you really have to go back for a second helping?" I asked once we were outside of the classroom, trying to keep up with Rave's stride. Amusement shone through his eyes. "I had to make sure." "I'm just saying, if she decides to leave her husband for you I might just have to withdraw from my Seventh Sighter duties." I expected a quick lecture about how I shouldn't say that kind of stuff, but instead he merely glanced at me with a shy quirk of his mouth. "Where are we going, anyways? Can't you just Shimmer is to wherever it's happening? What time is going to happen?" Rave stopped to survey the area, and then continued on. "You would know all these things if you just stayed and focused, like I told you to." His words weren't harsh, but the impact of them still hit me hard. "Well then I'm sorry I'm not the type of person who can stand there and watch a child get whipped with a belt, okay? And I at least tried. She was wearing a dress and she had long red hair"”" "Yes, I saw her too," he cut off. "We need to work on hardening your feelings, then"”specifically pity." I threw my hair over my shoulder, as it was getting in the way. We were practically jogging now. "Are you saying you didn't feel bad for that little girl as you watched her get beaten?" He rose a steady eyebrow at me. "No, I didn't "
  2. Before I could display my face of disgust he said, "Because I knew it wasn't real. I understand why you ran away, but don't allow your mind to psych you out." I sighed heavily. "Easier said than done. By the way, did you really have to enter my fourth period like that? I would think you would find some creative idea like pulling the fire alarm"”" Suddenly I felt hands wrap around my body, pulling me away. A hand covered my mouth, but I relaxed when I saw Rave's face hovering above mine. He uncovered my mouth once my back was against the cold cement pillar, and he was in front of me, still holding onto my arms. He mouthed the word advisers to me, and I nodded my head nervously. I could feel his warmth radiating off to me; his breaths a little quicker than normal. He craned his neck outwards, scouting the area. His hands felt strong on my arms, and I tried to my best ability not to get red from this closeness. Rave cursed under his breath, looking back at me. His eyes were like the storm. I hoped he wasn't reading my mind. "Hold on," he said in a whisper. His hands were off me, and I suddenly felt cold. Rave stepped an inch away from the pillar, and took a deep breath. His eyes were closed, like he was thinking about something really hard. Then all at once, the rain started coming down harder. Multiple levins ignited the sky. The wind picked up, making me shiver in my already thick sweater. I could hear nimble footsteps gait away from us. Rave opened his eyes. Suddenly both his arms were on either side of me, like I was stuck in a cage. He leaned in really close, his lips pulled upwards in a frolicsome and sexy smirk. "Pulling a fire alarm would be too easy." I could only stare into those two dark clouds which were his eyes. His jaw clenched, and then he looked once more to reconnoitre the area. His expression told me it was clear, and slowly, one by one, he put his arms back down. Then without warning, he took off anew.
  3. Of course I followed him. We ran this time though, to get out of the rain, and also to make sure nobody saw us. I figured that's why he didn't want to Shimmer us right away: because we were so surrounded by classrooms. Anybody could have been looking. Water splashed at every step we took. My hair started to matt to my face, so every few seconds or so I had to finger away strands. The school was glistening wet, and the lightning almost made it shine. I felt bad for having to skip school once more, but I knew that this was time wasn't for my own personal needs. It was to save a life. As I trailed behind Rave, I couldn't help but bring myself back to a few minutes ago, when his body was so close, and his lips were so close, and he was so close. I knew now that my attraction to him was undeniable. But was it solely just an attraction? I stopped myself from colliding into Rave's back just in time. We halted in front of the janitor's closet. The same janitor's closet that Web and I had also entered. My suspire was filled with nettle. Before I could say something the door got open, and he beckoned me to go inside. As I was doing so he muttered, "I wouldn't do that. Not today. I knew you would get a lot of crap. I wouldn't contribute." I thanked him in a barely audible voice. I didn't mind him perusing my thoughts anymore. It made communication between us more simple, I suppose.
  4. Once we were both jammed up into the janitor's closet, Rave flipped on a light, which bore down upon us. My body felt torpid from the sinister storm, and whenever I moved, my pants made this sludgy sound that I did not like one bit. Water leaked into my shoes, but I tried my best not to be that concerned over it. Besides, Rave was in the same condition I was, and he wasn't complaining one bit. The rain had made his black hair even more bane, I noticed, as he pushed it back from his forehead. Jesus. If he looks that good coming in from a storm with his hair pushed back imagine him trying to look good. I pushed those thoughts aside, although couldn't help but smile as I allowed myself to picture it. Rave started rummaging through the shelves of the room, knocking down Windex bottles and Pledge cans. I watched him inquisitively, until he pulled out a red duffle bag. He held it in his arms and then squat down to the floor, putting it in front of him. The sound of the zipper being opened sounded creepy to me for some reason, as if he was about to show me some dead body he shoved in there. Instead, he pulled out some familiar looking clothes. I studied them more closely, since it was hard to tell specifically what there was since it was in a bundle. My eyes widened. "Are those...mine?" He looked down at the clothes as if there something else I was referring to. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. I figured we'd need a change of clothes so I took these from your room before I came to get you out of class. I didn't snoop or anything. Just took what I saw first. By the way, your cat seems traumatized or something. He kept hissing and stayed in a corner." I nodded, a bit of uncertainty in my action. "I guess it's some weird cat thing." He tossed the bundle over to me, which I caught. I eyed him. "Where am I supposed to change?" He looked around as if it was obvious. "Here?"
  5. I stared at him, my mouth agape. "Here? With you in the room?" My tone caused him to grin. "I am a professional, for your information. I won't look." With that, he turned around, his back facing me. "And if I do, you can do whatever you want to me. Deal?" I didn't detect any flirtatious nature in what he said, but that didn't stop my face from getting hot at all. I mean, anything? I bit down on my lip really hard. God, I had to stop doing this. I stood there and pondered for a minute more, and then finally put the bundle on a shelf next to me. "I never suspected that my first time undressing with a boy would be in a janitor's closet about to rescue a little girl from dying." Rave's shoulders shook from his laugh. "I guess you could check that off your bucket list." I sighed, and then removed my soggy shirt. I crunched it up together to remove the excess water, which dripped into the mop bucket that was fortunately awaiting me. Placing it on a different shelf, I grabbed my fresh sweater and tossed it on, savoring the newly found warmth my skin felt as it made contact with the cozy cotton. Next, I removed my shoes, so that I could take off my pants easier. My wet socks on the ground felt gross, so I removed them so perhaps they could possible get a little dry. I unbuttoned my pants and tried slipping them off. It was harder, however, because the denim clung to my skin. A grunting noise involuntarily escaped my mouth. "Are you okay?" Rave asked. "Fine," I murmured back, finally successful. I grabbed the clean pair of jeans and put them on"”which was also a bit of a struggle. Zipping it up with relief, I went to retrieve back my socks, but stopped when I missed something from Rave's bundle. I picked them up from the shelf, with a slight face of amusement. "You brought socks?"
  6. "Like you don't appreciate it." I laughed and then put them on. I could almost hear my toes thanking me. "I just have one more boot to put on. You can turn around now." Rave did as was told, as I stood up straight, my wet clothes in my hand. He took them from me and put it in a plastic bag that he got from the duffle. "I don't suppose you brought a hair dryer as well?" "Sorry to disappoint you." Rave stood back up, cradling yet another bundle. "I also took back my sweater, just because it was my warmest one." I rose a questioning eyebrow at him. "Sweater?" He took off his shirt, and placed it on the same shelf I had out mine. "Yeah, the one you used at the dance studio." I could only nod, as I tried refraining myself from staring at his chest, while he took his precious time placing the sweater next to his shirt. He was lean muscle everywhere; he had the body of a runner, or a swimmer. His collar bone protruded elegantly from his skin, while small muscles inhabited his abdomen. I tried my best to look nonchalant, but damn was he hot. Not only was it bad that Rave decided make his actions sluggish"”as if he knew he was being such a tease"”but just then he took his wet shirt from the shelf and began doing the same maneuver I had done with mine, the mop bucket filling with at least two more inches of water. I mean, he couldn't put his sweater on first?
  7. His biceps flexed each time he twisted and squeezed the fabric. I could feel my breaths becoming ragged; it was like I couldn't breathe anymore. And apparently Rave noticed. In a completely caring and concerned voice he asked, "Are you okay? Are you feeling claustrophobic?" I blinked, and then shook my head. "I-I'm fine." The word understatement wasn't big enough to describe how much of a lie that was. I most definitely was not fine. Rave squeezed his shirt one last time, and then tossed it into the plastic bag. Finally, he pulled the sweater over his body. I finally let out a breath of relief, before panic started swelling up inside me. "Are...Are you going to change your pants too?" Rave grinned. His dimples were going to be the death of me. I was going to die in a janitor's closet. "No, I'm not. I really doubt you would want to see my Teen Titan boxers anyways. Today was the wrong day to wear them." I laughed nervously, the one-sided tension that I felt returning back to normal. Rave changed his socks as well, and then tucked the plastic bag with all of our belongings back where they belonged. He zipped it up and then placed it back on the shelf. As he contended to hide the bag with multiple cleaning supplies that were most likely not used throughout the day, I examined the floor beneath our feet, which served as a hatchway outside. Could this mean that anybody who found that entrance on the other end could enter the school anytime? I tucked away a mental remainder to ask Web about it, if I got the chance. Soon a relieved sigh coursed through the air, meaning Rave was satisfied with how he camouflaged the bag. He turned towards me. "I was going to push you to find out where the girl was, but it seems we have no time." Unknowing what to respond, I simply nodded, and held out my arm for him to take. A slightly surprised look stroke his face from my understanding, but he did not object. "Ready?" I dozed my head. "It's game time." He squeezed my arm once more without glimpsing at me, making it certain that I was assured. I could feel swirls of weird stuff floating around the air, which was odd because it was the first time I registered it before we Shimmered, but it was probably because of the confined space. Suddenly the familiar airy feeling befell onto my skin, and I could feel myself almost being tugged from the ground. "Wait a minute, you're not going to leave me out there"”" I didn't have time to finish. For we were already transporting through the sky.
  8. Tallon stared at himself in the mirror. He had tried to trick Aiden that he was sick once more, but apparently the dorm adviser was starting to catch up on his facade. Meaning he was forced to go to school today. He had heard about that nice girl, _______, and the rumors that went along with her name ever being mentioned. It brought attention away from him, but that didn't make him feel relieved at all. Because he knew how she felt. Flame had been dropping by his dorm, trying to help him out with his confidence. Flame was a nice guy, too; Tallon also remembered the rumors about him. He turned the faucet of the sink again, washing his already raw hands. He jammed the soap dispenser five minutes ago, so he was left with the cold water as his only aid. When Tallon regarded his reflection for the countless time in the duration of this bathroom, a flicker of anger crossed his face, and he was no longer recognizable. This made his breath catch up in his throat. The water stopped. Tallon swallowed, absentmindedly grabbing for a paper towel. A creak deemed that somebody was here. Tallon to his side, excessively drying his already parched hands.
  9. Flame's roommate, Web, sauntered in. He stopped himself from staring at his arm. "Sup," Web greeted, with a tilt of his head. Tallon took a deep breath. This was what Flame was preparing me for. Tallon urged up a small smile, and turned around to look Web in the eye, since it was a sign of self-security, according to Flame. "Hello." When the word emptied out of his mouth Tallon felt alleviated, and a bit proud. But not for long. It faltered when Web continued looking at him. "Aren't you that guy that I saw that one time when I was going down for a snack?" Tallon shrugged, trying his best to look casual. He returned his eyes to the ground. "I don't know what you're talking about." He looked up to see Web crinkling his brows. "Are you sure? Because I am pretty sure that I saw you. I think you were sleepwalking or talking to yourself, or whatever." A dark voice growled in Tallon's ear, making him jump. Web looked confused. "I-I have to go." He darted from the bathroom as fast he could.
  10. The taxi cab's engine discontinued as Carnation halted in a vacant parking space. The populace of the area mainly included teenagers, and adults in their twenties. Many were holding red cups in their hands, laughing and enjoying the festivities. Carnation removed the keys, and pocketed them safely in her front blouse pocket. All the car doors slammed in unison. Sebastian took head out of the group, naturally, and led the way as if he knew where exactly he was going. Carnation lingered in the back, studying every little mundane thing she saw. Music drifted loudly through her ears, and somebody was singing very nicely. A plethora of colorful tents were staked on evergreen grasses, each with humans surrounding it like some sort of shrine. A huge stage was dead center of the gala, where young boys bounced around to rhythms coming from instruments. People danced and frolicked around them, some with dazed expressions on their faces. Sebastian led them to the area of the stage, and they were so close that Carnation could barely hear her own voice in her head.
  11. Multiple screams joined when a handsome looking boy who she reckoned was the head of the band reached out in the crowd. "Carnation." Her head snapped quick to attention, to where Noose's voice called. He stood near the back of the stage, beckoning her with an irritated and fast gesture. She jogged to where he stood, hopeful not to have slowed the group down, even though she was aware that she did. She came just in time to Sebastian lifting a man with the word Manager across his shirt off the ground. "Where is Hef?" he asked through gritted teeth. The man was alone; his headset fell off with a thud. "I"”What band is he in?" Sebastian sighed and threw him to the ground. "I sensed him!" Razor spoke up, yet her voice sounded small. "Perhaps there are too many mortals, Master. His scent could easily be disguised." Sebastian seemed to consider this. "Then explain how Haste could tell wherever he was." It was Dig's turn. "Haste was his brother, Master. The two have multiple ways of communications, and Hef is more known to Haste, since they grew up with each other." Sebastian's face contorted into something Carnation has never seen before. "But he is only a mere human! How can I not sense a single peasant of a creature!" Carnation's eyes averted to the man. He was no longer there. Sebastian's eyes turned red. His voice was dangerously low. "Find him. Find him and bring him to me." Suddenly something seemed to click in Sebastian's mind. "He is using magic to protect his smell." His grin was sharp and deadly. "Let's show these humans what a festival really looks like."

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