Confinement Part 23

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Question of the Day: How you think Web and Flame differ, aside from the obvious of Web being more "bad" than Flame? Also, how you think Flame feels about _____ now?

Created by: Dannica
  1. Sebastian breathed in the frosty air of the crisp morning outside of the Temple. After the meeting had adjourned he had sent his finest to do the final job of execution when it came to the Miscreancy. Luckily he had made no friends while serving his time standing by Haste. The leaves crunched from under his heavy step as he paced back and forth, his hands dug deep into his coat pocket, his fingers gliding over the small tube, approximately the size of a lipstick. Sebastian wondered why it was in Haste's room. He wondered why it was hidden in a hallowed out secret compartment of the drawer, that he had discovered accidentally, when ransacking the room after the death just for the sheer satisfaction of it. Then after finding out what was inside it? Oh, how Sebastian had stared at it, making sure it was real. His hand took the cylinder in his hand, almost feeling the power of it radiating right inside him. But of course that wasn't happening. Because he was missing a couple important aspects. Then there were footsteps trudging from behind him, accompanied by quick, short breaths. Speaking of important aspects. Sebastian turned around, and smiled. "Right on time."
  2. The bell had rung, indicating it the end of first period. Flame exited his chemistry class, trying his best to get to his next period without being clustered by a bunch of girls. The life of an incredibly gorgeous male, he thought with a sigh. He hurried along, trying to blend in with the other kids, ducking behind pillars and hoping his shades would conceal his face. Some people would have thought this ridiculous, but then again, those people probably weren't as delectable as he was. Flame was almost there"”almost to his class. Just one more corner and"” "Flame!" S**t. As the crowd thinned out, Flame was left there exposed, and forced to turn around to the shrill voice of Brittany. He didn't necessarily hate her. Meaning that they had been a thing in the past he did have some form of romantic interest in her--if only a little bit. But whenever he tried recalling those memories they seemed so foreign and unresponsive. And although Brittany was unarguably pretty, the way she handled herself sometimes just washed away all of it. And now here she was, squealing like she did in front of him. "Yes?" Flame asked, already uninterested in what she had to say. "Did you hear?" Was that...sympathy in her voice? "Hear about what?" Brittany suddenly looked appalled. "About _____." Flame was now interested. "No. Why, did something happen to her?" He tried keeping his voice cool, even though secretly whenever she was mentioned he felt like a jellyfish stung him right in the chest. In a good way, of course. (Because no animal would hurt me. I'm probably the god they worship.) Brittany inhaled a breath. "So you don't know...about her condition?"
  3. "You've got to be kidding me." Web shrugged nonchalantly and leaned back on the wooden chair he was sitting on. The waitress he had ordered from a while ago came back holding a tray of mugs with a bubbly substance in it. She set the two down in between Web and me, and gave me a snark look, as if Web was her ex boyfriend and she was one of those ex girlfriends that wanted to take revenge on whoever her ex boyfriend was going out with. "It's true," Web said, reaching for his mug and examining the drink with his eyes through the glass. "She announced it this morning." I sighed for maybe the seventh time in the little amount of time we've been in this small and dingy restaurant. I tried collecting my thoughts, looking around at the people surrounding me whom all had this certain mysteriousness to them, and definitely did not want to be bothered. The ceiling of the restaurant was made up of large wooden beams, crossing the ceiling with strings of lights wrapping around them. The wood was obviously decaying, with the green patches and splotches that could be seen from miles off. Hell, I didn't even know what this place was called. The sign outside was withered, and missing some letters. There was a sharp crash from the corner of the restaurant, where the bar was located, and then someone who I assumed was the manager started yelling at the bartender. Web took a small sip of his drink. Then, satisfied, he took a bigger gulp. I started tapping my fingers on the bare wooden table, with cracks surfacing from the middle, looking like an iceberg about to break. "She did it in front of the whole school?"
  4. Web took another drink. "Not really. From what I heard, first she told everyone in Decker Hall, and then she told everybody in Rex Hall. And you know girls." I scratched my head. "And now it's around the whole school?" Web nodded, tracing the outline of the mug with his finger. "And why is everybody making that big of a deal out of it?" I asked. "It's not like I murdered someone." "Rumors have sprouted, rosemary sprig. People are saying that you got in the loony bin because you murdered someone or something like that, and that's why you couldn't room with another person." I ran a hand down my face. "I didn't murder anybody." "I know." A little curious, I pressed on. "And what makes you so sure?" Web smirked. "You're too pretty for murder, basil leaf. Besides, there have been worst rumors around James Dawn, so don't even fret." "Rumors...Like what?" Web took another drink. "About Flame." He must have noticed the sudden interest in my expression, because then he smirked once more and said, "But I'm not going to tell you. He doesn't like bringing his personal life up unless he's complimenting himself. Which he does so a lot. Yet I'm still not sure if he got that habit from me or the other way around. The world confuses me sometimes." I cracked a tired smile. Could my life get any worse? Web pushed the other mug towards me. "Drink?" I eyed it, the brown fizz of bubbles still floating up to the top. "Never have." Web cocked his head to one side, his devilish grin returning. "First time for everything." I felt a knot in my stomach, from the possibility of going back to school and being humiliated, and also from me and Web being here together. I took the mug in my hands, the faint stench of alcohol curling around my nose. "What is it?" "House special, they say. I've no idea. But it's not too strong. And, it'll melt whatever you have right now away." At that, I raised the mug and, hesitantly, took a small sip. It stung my throat as it went down my esophagus, but it wasn't too strong, like Web said. It was actually kind of good. I took another drink. Web grinned. "Told you I was the one to show you what fun was." He clinked his glass with mine. "Naturally."
  5. Tallon roamed the hallway alone. It was the middle of second period, and he had used the excuse of needing to go to the bathroom to get out of Spanish. He used his pass to get past the advisers who roamed the place, and after he was out of eyesight, he slipped the pass into his back pocket and squeezed into the door to his left. It was an abandoned classroom, that was mostly used for storage of old things that the school couldn't throw out. He had always liked it there, because nobody would disturb him and he could get away from what everybody had to say. It was also dark and quiet, with almost nobody around to make him stressed out or nervous. Tallon sat down on top of an old desk, that wobbled a little from side to side whenever he shifted his weight. Then he stared at the dust hovering in the bare air, the sunlight making it look as if they were dancing. Tallon felt at peace. Like he was on the edge of enlightment. He loved being alone; He loved not interacting and not socializing and not having to rely on others and not having the worry of people hurting him. He loved the stillness of it all. And it was enjoyed for maybe ten more minutes. Because then there was a breeze. Tallon sighed, and peered over his shoulder at the dark corner of the room, as a dark shadow emerged from it, with eyes like flaming coals cutting off the bliss and making everything freeze completely.
  6. We were in the room"”Web and I. After the restaurant we snuck back onto the school grounds and into the dorm. Web was on his bed, watching me cautiously, with a little curiosity in his eyes. I was giggling"”for absolutely no reason"”and tumbled onto Flame's bed, where his smell enveloped me in a bubble of strawberry and peppermint, with a hint of lemon. The strange combination of smells made me laugh hysterically again. Then Web smiled. "Are you okay?" I sat up and nodded, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. "Are you sure?" Web then rubbed the back of his neck"”a habit that both him and Flame shared. "I mean, it was only one drink." I grinned. "I told you: I've never drunk before." I looked around the room, starting to collect myself as the alcohol seemed to simmer into my stomach. "What time is it anyways?" Web then smirked. "It's almost the end of second period." I widened my eyes...and then started laughing again. "Oh well." Web did a half smile. "You, my dear asparagus, are learning very well." I ran my hand along Flame's sheets. "Well, I seem to be learning from the best." I felt Web's eyes on me, starting from my feet and then sliding up towards my face. I bit down on my lip. I wasn't drunk. But I wasn't exactly sober. "So what's your answer for tonight?" Web asked, raising one of his eyebrows sexily. I slowly got up from the bed, his expression remaining unfazed. I walked over to him and straddled his lap. "And you say I ask a lot of questions."
  7. The weapons were out, and the rest of the Miscreancy were on the ship to go overseas to where Sebastian told each of them to go. Carnation and Dig were in charge of putting the weapons into crates, while Razor and Noose were going to execute the rest. They were along a deserted beach that was about five miles away from the Temple. It didn't have a name. Apparently the beach was too abused to save it, and so it was abandoned, such like an animal victim of cruelty. The ship was big, and contained everybody Sebastian did not want anymore. Carnation recalled him saying during the gathering that they each had a special use to him. And now she understood why. And also that they were about to do it. Sebastian was not present, and Carnation wondered why that was so, because usually this was his type of spectacle. The ship was anchored down a mile from the shore, for "easy sailing", so she said. "What idiots," murmured Dig next to her, who must have been thinking the same thing. Carnation grabbed a needle-like chopstick from her pocket, and using one hand with swiftness and elegance, she tied her ink black hair to a knot on top of her head, the chopstick holding it all in place. She peered over her shoulder to look at the dock, where Razor and Noose stood looking like two tiny ants from where she stood on the sand. "We're ready," Dig said with a grunt. "Once the sun sun meets the horizon, we will be done." Carnation nodded, and looked again at her comrades on the dock. "Let us go, then."
  8. When the two arrived on the dock, Razor and Noose were just about done with their little creations, of where the weapons actually went into. "A little bit longer," Noose said, mostly to himself. Dig glowered. "I still don't understand why we had to go down there and load all those weapons in the crates." Noose turned on him. "It is what Sebastian wishes. We must oblige." Carnation squinted her eyes at the sky, where the ship swayed back and forth on steady, murky sea water. She could hear the faint voices of the people aboard, and the shrilling cries of babies of some of the women who had given birth during their time in the Temple. Carnation turned away. No mercy. Her expression hardened once more. Razor was watching her with stone eyes. "Are you okay?" She nodded scornfully. "It's time." She turned to Noose and Dig, while Razor joined her off to the side. Noose laughed, and looked out into the horizon just to make sure. "Finally." The men then started swiping the matches onto the wood of the dock, and soon a small flame erupted from the match's head. Then they each lit the end of the cannons. Carnation turned her attention to the ship, so peaceful and serene. There was a loud boom, and then one by one, big black bowling-like balls shot through the sky, accompanied by a tearing silence. Then the ship turned to flames, and screams filled the air. Carnation watched as smoke plumed upwards like black fog, and orbs of small light erupted from everywhere. She could still hear the babies' cries.
  9. It was lunch time, and Flame really wasn't in the mood to eat. He just got out of French, and wondered why _____ wasn't there. He wanted to talk to her, especially after what Brittany told him about her. And maybe that was why everybody started treating him so weirdly in his classes. They wouldn't talk to him like they usually did, they didn't try to sit next to him, and they didn't try to touch his hair. (That was mostly the girls, but still.) It made him feel so different, because he was so used to the attention. And although there was form of relief, Flame couldn't help but feel bad about it, because, dammit, he was Flame, and everybody who knew him absolutely admired him. Flame sighed, and then he made his way into Charger Hall. He was going to visit her later on in the day, but right now all he needed was a good nap, to clear his thoughts and his small headache. He glided down the hall, and then stood outside his room as he stumbled around in his pocket for his key. And now to think of it, Web wasn't in second period. Probably skipped class again. Flame stuck the key into the hole, and twisted it out when he heard the lock click. Then he opened the door, and just as he suspected, found Web laying down in his bed, reading a magazine.
  10. "Hey," Web said, not even looking up from the pages. "Hey," Flame replied, kicking off his shoes and tossing his key to the table. "Skipped class again?" "Obviously." Flame sighed, and then disheveled his hair with his hand. "Did you hear about"”" "Yeah." Flame's headache started gearing in, and he looked around Web's side of the room: messy and unorganized and cluttered. Then he looked at his, studying the cleanliness of his floor and his nightstand by the bed...Which was messy. "I know you prefer my bed over yours because mine isn't infested with bed bugs and pizza sauce stains, but"”" Suddenly the bathroom door burst open, and a girl wrapped around a towel stood there, her wet and tangled hair partly covering her face, as she was combing it. Web then averted his attention from his magazine to her. Then he looked at Flame, and started chuckling to himself. "This is like déjí  vu." Then the girl looked up, an expression of puzzlement on her face, still seeming not to notice Flame standing there. "What...Oh my god." She was looking at him now. Her. ______.

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