Confinement Part 15

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  1. I felt my knees buckle. "How?" Rave closed his eyes and took a breath before opening them again. "She tried drinking the whole bottle of medicine. It was too much, and her body convulsed and her heart slowed down to the point where she wasn't getting enough blood to her system." My lips parted as if I was about to say something, but only something that sounded somewhat like a squeal came out. "I saw her." Rave stood up and faced me, sympathy in his eyes. "I know. So did I." "Then why didn't you tell me about it? That man"”Olivia"”all those people I saw, I could have saved them!" Rave looked down at the carpet. "You couldn't even if you wanted to. They're all the way in Maine, and you're here in Pennsylvania." I fought back the urge of my noise feeling compressed, not wanting to cry in front of him already, in the limited time we've known each other. "You could have Shimmered me there." Rave shook his head. "It doesn't work like that. Once you leave a place it doesn't become your responsibility anymore. Here is where you use your Sight now." "That's dumb," I muttered under my breath. "I know it is. But believe me when I saw that I hate losing people as much as you do." I glared at him. "You didn't even know her."
  2. His expression didn't change. "It doesn't mean she shouldn't be mourned more of less She was still an innocent human." I ran a hand down my face, wrapping my arm around my wait, my fingers twitching while Rave stood there watching me. "Hey," he said. I looked up, but was unable to hold his gaze. "Loss is hard. It happens to everybody; which happens as common as getting a fever, but it still doesn't change the difficulty of it. Loss is fragile, and loss has the ability to change you. Yet you shouldn't mourn, because eventually something that's been lost is always found. And I'm pretty sure that Death found Olivia, and sent her right up to Heaven." A tear rolled down my face but I flicked it off before I thought he saw it. "A rebel and a poet," I choked out, a drowned laugh escaping my throat. I felt him smile at me, and then he took my arm and pulled me into a hug, resting his chin atop my head, his arms strongly wrapped around me. "I may just be your Savior," he murmured into my hair, "but I'm also your friend, whether you like it or not. Although I'm hoping you like it because then this would be incredibly awkward." I laughed sadly into his chest, and then pulled away (not aware at the time that he pretty much friend-zoned me). "You're a very overprotective friend then." I said it in almost a whisper, since we were still so close, our arms back at our sides, yet our faces so near I could probably count his eyelashes and recognize the shade of his lips. "Overprotective is kind of my forte," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. A loud knocking on the door caused us to jump back from each other, making me go scarlet.
  3. "Who is it?" I called, searching Rave's expression for any sign of disappointment from the interruption. Unfortunately, there was not. "The pizza man, here to deliver a luxurious and delicious looking surprise," the voice called out. Rave looked at me quizzically while I shrugged. I went over to the door while he stayed behind it. I opened it up, contemplating on whether or not I should ask for someone to get me a peephole, and found Flame leaning on the door frame on his shoulder. "Where's the pizza?" He grinned wickedly and ran a hand seductively through his hair. "I never said I was delivering a pizza." I looked over my shoulder and realized that it had just turned 5:01. Flame frowned. "Don't tell me you forgot about our second date, green bean. That would be atrociously offensive to the time I took to look extra good." I saw Rave smirked. "It's not a second date, it's a study date." He shrugged. "It's still a date." I scratched at the doorknob, and then said, "Whatever. Uh, let me just get my stuff and I'll meet you out in the hall." I shut the door before Flame could even reply. "He sounds like fun," Rave said in a low voice. "Really? Would you like to take my place this evening, then? He really is quite a charmer. You might like him." Rave grinned. "I think my ego is big enough on its own, thank you. And I guess I'll see you sometime soon. It seems you're busy at the moment." And without knowing his reply, he Shimmered into the air, a ghostly feel replaced by where he was standing.
  4. I sighed. Wrong timing, Flame. I grabbed my notebook along with a pencil and my workbook, stuffing all of it in my bag. I put my hand on the doorknob, but then heard Comet whine. I looked past my shoulder and eyed his water and food bowl, which were full. I bent over and scratched him behind his ear. "I'll be back, Com. I know I haven't been paying attention to you lately, but don't worry, alright?" He purred up to my knee and licked my finger. "That's my boy." I stood back up on my feet and returned my hand to the door, pulling it open. Flame was in the same spot, biting on the inside of his cheek. "Let's go," I said impatiently, walking past him and closing the door. "If I recall right, I was the one waiting for you," he called after me, our shoulders brushing as we walked down the stairs. "I didn't know you'd come exactly at five." "I also recall you threateningly telling me not to be late." I pointed my finger at him. "I was not threatening you." "Although I was wondering what kind of punishment you would give me if I were late." I made a noise at the back of my throat and he grinned. We walked out of Rex Hall and he guided me to where he dormed. A big sign implanted into the grass read out CHARGER HALL, and he lead me through the front door. Charger Hall wasn't very different from Rex. The only difference was that they had a vending machine, which I guess made sense since from what I've heard, guys were hungry almost all the time.
  5. Boys were scattered all over the place, slumped on the couch watching sports, playing air hockey with each other (that of which also wasn't in Rex), and were just being boys. And they didn't even notice when we both walked in, which was a relief. Flame led me up some stairs and then turned right, down a lane of maroon colored doors, and stopped at one right on the end: Room 312. He stuck his key in and turned it, pushing the door open for me to enter first before removing the key from the lock. I was greeted by an enormously strong scent of strawberries, and felt like I was in a garden. The room looked the same as mine furniture wise, although way bigger. On one side of the room the walls were covered in band and movie posters, with CD's cluttered on the bedside table, making two huge stacks. The bed wasn't made, the blanket crumpled up in a ball and the pillows strewn on the floor. A closer door was open, and in it I saw empty racks and hangers collecting dust while the clothes were lazily on the carpet.
  6. The other side of the room was more easy on the eyes. The bed was made crisp, and next to it was a shelf filled with books, organized by size. Posters were on the walls too, but less than on the other side, and more prolonged, with a dock for an iPod sitting on the bedside table and a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird. I felt relief surge through me. That was Flame's side of the room, and the other was his companion's. "I didn't know you have a roommate," I said, standing awkwardly in the middle, like I was standing on a fine line between the both sides. I felt Flame's presence behind me, moving closer. "Some of us aren't as lucky," he muttered close to my ear, making my stomach flop. "I heard that," I heard an unfamiliar voice say from my left. I turned my head, and almost froze. Coming out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, hair still damp, his skin glistening from the water, was who I assumed was Flame's roommate. And I had one word for him. And that word was damn. Whoever paired them as roommates definitely didn't do it at random, because that guy right there? He was just as nice looking Flame, if not nicer. Damn.
  7. With another towel his roommate ruffled his hair, forcing my eyes off his face and down to his stomach, which shouldn't be really called a stomach in my opinion, from the muscles lightly surfacing from it. I tore my stare away when he unwrapped his head from the towel and heard Flame sigh. "You could have at least cleaned up a bit." The roommate looked down at himself. "Should I take another shower?" I almost laughed but then Flame sighed again, louder this time, and said, "I meant your side to the room." He looked past me and nodded. "Now that makes sense." He put his sharp blue eyes on me. "Well then, I'll clean up when you introduce me." Flame inched towards me a little, yet there was a smirk on his face. "I'll introduce you when you put some clothes on." "I'm pretty sure she prefers me without, but I'll fulfill the requests of my roommate and be right back." He winked at me before he headed back to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
  8. It was uncomfortably silent in the room. "Well you two must have lots of fun banters," I said to him, my face suppressing a grin. He smiled at the ground. "They're more like difficult debates, rather than banters." "Yeah, I feel kinda cramped with all the ego in this room." He laughed, a sound such like a harp with its own melodic rhythm. "Believe me when I say, green bean, that this ego takes up much more space than mine does. And to hear that from me is a very honorable occasion, must I add." I heard a door open, and the boy walked back in, his black hair tousled up like he just woke out of bed, his t-shirt hanging limply on his skinny body, besides the fact that he was all lean muscle when I saw him pretty much half naked a while ago. He flashed me a grin, and then turned to Flame, presenting himself that he was dressed. Flame mumbled something under his breath that I didn't catch, and then he said, "Green bean, this is Web. Web, this is green bean."
  9. He held out his hand, as if unaware that Flame just introduced me as a vegetable. I took it in mine, his hand warm on my cold skin. "It's _____," I corrected, trying not to stutter, as at the same time I said it he tickled my palm with his fingertips. He returned his hand with a skin-cutting smile. "Web. And no, it's not a nickname for Webster or anything like that; it's just Web." He looked mildly annoyed when he said it, as if people repetitively mistook him for a Webster and wanted to clear it out right away. I only nodded, not knowing what else to say and looked over at Flame, hoping he'd catch the hint. "Are you going to clean your side now?" And thankfully he did. Web sighed. "Do I have to?" "Well, it's just that we have company over"”" "Or maybe it's because you're a neat freak." "Or maybe it's because you're a mess." "A hot one, I hope." Web paused. "Besides, it's not like you two are going to be on my side of the room anyways. You're just studying. Right?" He was smirking a deadly smirk, giving Flame and me a knowing look. "Yeah, but"”" "Flame, it's fine. I'd much rather prefer being on your side anyways," I cut in. Web put on a dear face. "Aw, see, roomie? She wants to be on your side. Now, would you two like to be alone or what? Because I can either go, or I can stay here and get to know celery stick a little better." I almost corrected that I was "green bean", not "celery stick", but I decided not to. "I'd like to think that she would not like to get to know you better, Web, from the time we've spent together." Web put a hand over his heart, a look of aghast on his face. "You've bruised my fragile soul, you narcissistic b--tard." Flame grinned and opened the door for him. "I'll tuck you in at bed later on. Stop whining." Web shook his head and went out the door. "Your words are invalid at the moment." And he went stalking down the hall. "Say thank you I opened the door for yo," Flame yelled. "I expect apology brownies when I get back!" I heard a distant voice reply. Flame shut the door. "And they say chivalry was dead." He turned to me and clasped his hands together. "And now that you've just watched an episode of True Life: I live with a blunt assh--le, let's get on with the French, oui?"
  10. Naomi was in the Lobby of Rex Hall, being stared down by a bunch of girls she wasn't used to seeing. "Jeez," she muttered under her breath through an imitation smile. She walked up to one of the nicer looking girls, the tinted container feeling heavier in her hands. "Can I help you?" she asked flatly, staring at her intently. "I'm looking for Megan," Naomi replied, trying to put on her sweet voice, pouting her rose red lips for only a second (something she's always done when she was even slightly nervous). Suddenly almost everybody in the Lobby was interested in the conversation, as they quieted down and seemed to lean more into the two of them. "Why're you looking for her?" the redhead asked, a dangerously curious look on her face. "You know that new girl she threw a slushie at? Yeah, I never really liked her either. I dropped by to give her some cookies as a sort of thanks, I guess." The redhead took a moment, pondering. Finally she shook her head and said, "Megan's out with Brittany and Stephanie at the Town Square. I should know, because I was with them, but I left earlier." Naomi smiled to herself on the inside. "That's fine. I can just leave it for her at her room. Is that cool?" The redhead bit down on her lip, the other girls looking to her, waiting for an answer. "I guess you could leave it outside her room with a note. I'm pretty sure nobody would touch it. It's Room 559." Naomi felt her fingertips buzz. "What about your dorm adviser?" "Why would it matter? They're just cookies." Naomi put on a grin. "Right. Just cookies."
  11. Sebastian carried the dagger in his cotton hands, his blue vein pulsing to his skin every time he squeezed the hilt a little tighter. The Temple was quieter than usual. But maybe it was because he's never snuck out in the middle of the night, making the way cautiously down the hallway. He paused at Viper's door, dragging the tip of the blade across his finger, making a drop of his blood stain the carpet. He put his cut finger on the door of her room, a smile spread across his face as he dragged it around as easily as if he were holding a paintbrush. That could conclude as a warning, he thought, as he continued the trail of the tongue-like carpet until he reached the last and final door. He put the dagger in his belt, his hand on the doorknob, whispering for it to open, as he was taught to. He heard a soft click, and he willed himself not to laugh. Not yet. Sebastian opened the door soundlessly, slipping through the crack until he was fully inside the master bedroom. He closed the door, the click repeating itself, and then saw a lump in the covers of the king-sized bed. Sebastian took his time to get there, apprehension in his chest. He dragged the blade across the wall, not caring if Haste woke up or not. It made a screeching sound, like a small bird crying out. And then Sebastian hit the dagger against a vase, making it shatter to the ground. And as he suspected, the body did not move, better yet stir. "Viper," he purred out in a sing-song voice. "I see you beat me to it."
  12. No response. Sebastian grinned, and walked over to the bed, ripping off the blankets. Haste lay there, a cord wrapped around his neck, a pool of blood underneath him growing bigger, starting to drip of the mattress, all his fingers broken off. "Lovely." Sebastian turned around voluntarily, meeting the dark red eyes of the lady in black herself. A barrel was aimed at him, right between his eyes. "All your powers and you choose a mortal gun?" he asked her, amusement in his voice. Viper curled her lip, a trickle of blood running from her mouth down her throat. "I like changing things up a bit. Besides, you know just as much as I do that I don't even have to pull the trigger." Sebastian thought about it, and nodded his head. "I do. There's a reason why Haste chose you to be in such a high position. But be reminded, that he confided in me, mostly." She laughed. "It doesn't matter anymore. Haste is dead. Such like you, in a matter of moments." Sebastian tilted his head. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." Viper's expression rippled in confusion for only a second, until it returned to her cold, emotional face. And then she pulled the trigger.

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