Confinement Part 11

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Created by: Dannica

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Our "When Will I Die" Quiz?

  1. "Make the noise stop," I slurred out, being awoken by the stupid ringing of the stupid alarm clock which I stupidly set so stupidly early. School started at nine, and I freaking lived in it, so I didn't have to get there. I was still half asleep when I got up from bed and punched it off. "Stupid butthead." I tried going back to sleep, but it was no use. I sighed heavily and shifted into every different sleeping position possible. It seemed like I was going to be ready earlier than I imagined. I got my clothes ready and took them with me to the bathroom so I could shower and treat the needs of my personal hygiene. After that I prepped comet's food and water so that he could have enough when I was gone and sat on my couch with my computer on my lap, killing time watching YouTube videos. I was a third of the way watching a video about the right way to peel a banana when I heard a knock on my door.
  2. I peered at my clock and saw that it was only eight. I set my laptop aside and made my way to the door, wishing there was a peephole I could peep through. I opened the door and almost screamed when I saw Rave there. I pulled him inside and shut the door, hopeful not to wake the others on my floor. "Did you miss me that much?" he asked with his crooked smile. "Believe me when I say that I had more in mind after you left," I assured him. "And what were you thinking, what if somebody saw you?" He took a seat on my couch. "So? What are they going to do, call the police?" "Um, probably." Rave laughed. "Right. So why are you up so early?" I took a seat on my bed. "Me? I have class. I think the question is: why are you here so early?" "I sensed you were awake and decided to come over because unlike you I don't have a cat to keep me company when I don't have friends." I grinned sarcastically. "Oh you're funny. But now that you're here, I might as well ask you a couple of questions that I have." He tilted his head at me. "Go 'head." I thought how I was going to execute this. "First off, how exactly are we bound together?" Rave stood from the couch and walked towards me. "Do you have a mirror?" I nodded slowly. "In the bathroom, but I"”" "Let's go."
  3. I led Rave to my seriously cramped up bathroom. We stood in front of the mirror, him behind me. "May I?" I gave him a look through the reflection. "I don't know, what are you going to do?" "Answer your question." I hesitated for a moment and then said, "Go." He turned me around so that I face him. Did I mention this place was cramped? Let me clarify: cramped as in there is barely enough room for one person to move around, better yet two. We were jammed so tight our chests almost touched, and if he was as nervous as I felt then I didn't see it on his face. "Do you have another mirror?" His was quiet, almost a whisper. I felt my breath go ragged, me staring at his very defined collar bone that was on display right in front of me as if wanting me to just trace my fingers over it. "Drawer. Top left." Keep it together, I scolded. Rave reached passed me and opened the drawer. He pulled out a vanity mirror that belonged to my grandma before she passed away. He held it in front of me, so that I could see my reflection and the back of my head. Rave put the mirror in my hand and then scoot to the side, his collar bone no longer tempting me. "Just hold it up, and then you'll see it." I did as was told, trying to keep the mirror steady in my hand. Then I felt hands on me. I tensed. "Don't worry," Rave assured in a gentle tone. He gathered my hair in his hands, making me want to go tomato red, and lifted it up so that we could see my bare neck. There, on my skin, was a swirl of patterns and shapes across my nape.
  4. I couldn't make out exactly what they were, but they looked like tattoos, coal black seared into my neck. "My dream," I muttered, unable to keep my eyes from the zigs and zags. "You did this in my dream. When you were tracing along my neck." Rave nodded, and then took off his ring. He showcased it in front of my face, and as I suspected it bore the same signs my neck did. I put the mirror down and faced him. "I couldn't get a cool ring?" He laughed, his dimples making me want to squeeze his cheeks. "Unfortunately not. But there are ancient symbols. It's the oath of a Savior. Each line, each shape, each spiral means something. Saviors must bind themselves to their own Purpose in order for them to continue. They have no help once they're bound from the others. I have to possess this ring or else it's a sign that the bind is broken. Your Marks only show when you need me, or if I summon them, and it's kind of like an emergency button. You only will your Marks to show if you're in trouble and I'm not there, or if you just need me for some important reason." I put the mirror back in the drawer. "What happens when the bind breaks?" His lip twitched for just a second, then he collected himself again. The bind can be broken in two ways: if I decide not to possess the ring anymore, or if you simply just ask for another Savior."
  5. "But I thought a Savior was assigned to their Purpose and it was their duty to the world or whatever." Rave played around with his ring. "It is. Most Saviors don't dispossess their rings or else it would be a shame to their families and their kind. It's usually the Purposes. If that happened, then the Jury would assign a new Savior to that Purpose, while the previous Savior is stripped of their powers and no longer serves a Purpose." "And the Jury is?" "They're exactly what it sounds like. A group of people that make decisions." There was a pause as my brain needed time to think and take all of this in. "How do I will my Marks?" "They have censors. They'll know when you're in danger before you do, and if you show fear they'll show." Duh. I peered around the small bathroom. "Maybe we should get out now." Rave laughed and nodded. "If you want."
  6. I went out first, and was greeted by the cold of the living room, since the bathroom was a bit warm from the hot steam of my earlier shower. Rave followed and remained standing when I sat down on the couch, secretly hoping he would sit down in his usual spot so we could sit together. There was an awkward silence. Comet purred once in a while, but that didn't do the situation any good. "I should go," Rave said. I almost stood from the couch, but I didn't want to seem too desperate. "Wait." He laid his eyes on me. "In my dream, why did you tell me run?" He pursed his lips. "Because something was behind you."
  7. I could tell he saw the sudden paleness of my face. "I got it, though. You don't need to worry. You're safe in your dreams." I know I should have felt relieved, but discovering the possibility that the Miscreancy or whatever were after me in my dreams didn't simmer down in my mind. But if Rave told me not to worry, I guess I had to believe him. For the sake of my saneness. He turned to Shimmer, but I told him to stop again. There was a smile on his face. "Where do you live? Er, where do you go when you Shimmer?" He tilted his head slightly, like he was trying to figure something out. "Don't you have class?" I turned to look at my clock. 8:45. When I turned back around he was gone. It seemed to me that my so-called Savior didn't want me knowing much about him. But I was going to find out. Sooner or later. And I choose sooner.
  8. ~ Class sucked hard juice box, man. I was halfway through my third period sitting in the very front since that was the only available seat, listening to Mrs. Cornwall lecture the class about this nonsense that I didn't really understand since I wasn't really listening in the first place. Mrs. Cornwall was a tall, blonde woman with brown square glasses propped up on her nose. She looked about her late thirties, and she slouched a little bit. Actually, it was more like a hunch over than a slouch. Or maybe it was just her frilly shirt she was wearing. I was rapidly pulled out of my thoughts about Mrs. Cornwall and her posture by what felt like a paper ball being thrown at the back of my head when she turned around. As far as I was concerned, I didn't know anybody here. I turned in my seat, trying not to make much noise and saw the paper ball by my chair. I reached over it and picked it up. I uncrumpled the ball until the paper was smooth again. Wrinkled, but smooth. On the sheet of lined paper, lazily drawn with what seemed to be a blunt-tipped pencil was a picture of a badly drawn hunch back. With square glasses. And an exaggerated...frilly...shirt.
  9. I heard Mrs. Cornwall clear her throat. I looked up and found her staring at me, positioned right in front of my desk. I tried crumpling the paper back, but it was no use; she was already motioning for me to give it to her. And so I did. She uncrumpled the paper once more and took a good look at the drawing. Then I think I saw hurt for a small amount of time, until she put her poker-face on and tightened her lips. "Do you find this funny?" I shook my head, my hands shaking. I've never been in this sort of situation before. A teacher has never interrogated me without good intentions. And I've never been called out before because I was a good kid. Dammit Mrs. Cornwall, I'm a good kid! And I wish I had said that. Although I think I would have gotten in trouble if I used the word dammit. "I didn't drew it, I swear. Somebody threw it at me!" I turned around and peered at my classmates' faces, hoping to see a crack in their expressions. Nothing. Mrs. Cornwall put the paper ball on her desk and then looked over the class, probably looking for the same hints that would indicate who did it. She fixed her gaze back at me, and then in a quieter voice said, "One more time. I'm not saying I believe you or not, but you look like a nice young lady, and it's your first day." I could only nod, while Mrs. Cornwall turned away and resumed her speech.
  10. When the bell rang, I was the last to fall in line and file out of class even though I was seated promptly at the front. And I was have been first. In fact, I was aiming to just get out. But when the bell rang and I got up from my seat to go to the door, I was stampeded. And I'm not even exaggerating. It was like in The Lion King when Mufasa fell from the cliff and was trampled by those animals with the horns of them. Except I wasn't on the floor. Because that would be embarrassing. So when I finally got out of the classroom and welcomed the fresh air into my lungs, hoping that I could escape the past hour and just get a snack for beak, I definitely wasn't expecting to see Brittany out waiting for me with her little posse of b**chachos by her side. They were leaning against a chain linked fence, their hands on their hips like they were the Charlie's Angels of James Dawn. I tried walking past them, but then Brittany called my name. I took a moment, and then turned around. They walked eerily closer, like they were about to eat me or something. "What?" I asked, hoping my mood wouldn't show through my tone. I looked over at the group of girls. There was Brittany, Megan, and two other girls that I didn't know. Although I'm pretty sure the redhead was just in that classroom with me.
  11. "Heard you got in trouble," Brittany replied. "Not necessarily." I flicked my eyes at the redhead. "You should have wrote a bad word or something. It would have killed more class time." The redhead smirked. "I'll keep that in mind next time." The other girl, a brunette, just kept staring at me with stabbing bright blue eyes that almost made me want to shade my eyes with my hand. "So what do you guys want from me?" Megan spoke up this time. "Just wanted to ask about that whole Flame thing in the Lobby." I scratched at my bag. "What about it?" All of their eyes glanced at my hands dragging my nails against the withered leather. "Was it fake?" I wouldn't say that... "We're friends. That's all. He just found out about me being treated like crap and wanted the girls to back off." I kept my eyes mostly on Megan. There was no sign of sympathy whatsoever. "See, Megs?" Brittany said, turning to her. "You still have a chance." I wrinkled my brows. "Huh?" Brittany put her hand on my shoulder, that which it took all my will power not to shrug off. "Like all the girls here, Mega, likes Flame. She's jealous." "Not," she cut in. "You are too," Brittany retorted as she started walking away, the others following her. Okay? I watched as they left. Then Megan turned around. When she caught me looking I think she snarled, her expression turning into a palette of threat and intention. She turned her head back around, and she and her friends continued walking until they rounded a corner, and I couldn't see them anymore.

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