"Veronica that's enough!" Zee's voice boomed through the room silencing even Veronica. Her chocolate eyes turned a shade darker. I've never seen her like this, I've never seen her so, well so angry. I instantly hated myself for turning her this way, this was my fault, all my fault. I should never have ran away, I should never have gone into the woods, that way me and Isaiah would never have met and our destiny could be rewritten. "You know better than to attack someone when they clearly aren't in the right space to defend themselves. Don't lose the morals that were instilled in us." This time her voice held all the authority, I could tell no one expected this from her, not even Jordon. "Veronica. Sit. Down. Or. Leave." Each word, each pause emphasized, neither girls were backing down, Zee held her ground equally as Veronica did, "Okay. Then leave. Now." It was clear by the tone of her voice her command held no room for argument.
Her eyes flickered onto each in
Two bodies dropped. Isaiah. No. Steadily getting up from my knees, my eyes connected with Zee's, she finally looked up. So many emotions in one pair of eyes, it was scary to look at. Forcing my head around. I didn't want to come to terms with it. I didn't want to come to terms that he was dead. Isaiah was dead. One body laid in front of me, cramped at my feet, blood freely flowing, Isaiah stood opposite me, still recovering from his initial shock, his gun facing down. He didn't take the shot, it wouldn't have been possible. Two shots. There were two shots. So I would have been dead. Then my eyes followed his. Veronica mounted, slumped onto the wall, head hung low, the gun falling out of her hand clattering loudly against the polished floor, a layer of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, her eyelids shut closed, a hole in her heart. Dead.
He was injured, badly too. Without losing a second, me and Zee went to either side of him draping each arm over our shoulders, his eyes rolled to the back of his head before his head fell back. This wasn't good. Shouting in the distance, still firing, "Keep going! Training Room!" Isaiah yelled. Managing his body weight the best way we could and as fast as we possibly could, we made our way towards the flaming crimson door. Closer. Closer. Zee kicked it open, the abnormal amount of force tearing it off its hinges. Just then, loud, numerous thundering footsteps came into the half exploded complex. They were here. Isaiah arrived in front of us, hastily leading us towards the far side of the room, just away from their view. It bought us time. Just how long though? Elijah was becoming increasingly heavy to
**** Springing straight up from my dream state, my heart rate pounding in my chest. My breathing irregular. But I didn't scream. It wasn't real, it was a dream. Only a dream. I closed my eyes trying to grip onto my version of reality. The version that right now I'd do anything to escape from. Forcing myself to keep my breathing steady, I reopened my eyes adjusting to the new scenery. Bed. I was on a bed. Throwing the duvet wrapped around me, I hung my legs over, the tips of my toes making light contact with the carpeted floor. Where am I? Trying to absorb my surroundings I looked around. Gold encrusted spiral walls, flat-screen television secured to the far end of the wall. A table and a single chair situated towards the corner of the room and a slightly ajar door. I was curious, to say the least. Where exactly was I? I couldn't be back at their c
Suddenly Zee walked into the room, I could see in her eyes evident shock of the close position that me and Isaiah were currently in, I pulled back abruptly but he made no just movement in fact he looked slightly irritated that there was an interruption, he turned his eyes falling on Zee, his face instantly stomped out any previous annoyance. Despite her visible injuries, she was still looking a lot better than I did. Her hair flowed freely around her shoulders, she was wearing similar attire to mine. Her beauty still present. But everything else clearly not, a permanent frown etched onto her face which was completely different from normal, happy smiling Zee and I despised seeing her like that. Her voice came out hard, blunt but not an octave higher or lower from how she usually sounded, "Isaiah, are you ready to go?" His eyes burned into mine, asking if he should go or if he should stay, all I could give him was a
Chapter eight His lips met mine, pressing roughly against it, his tongue trying to pry my mouth opened, the action made me gasp and I could feel a smirk on his face before he deepened the kiss. He worked meticulously, cupping my cheek and stirring things up inside me. This was my first kiss, I had no one to compare him to. All I felt was a mild twirling feeling in my gut, something was there but not completely. Not how I thought it would feel, those books always described sparks and an overwhelming amount of butterflies. Wasn't I supposed to be feeling that? Someone cleared their throat. But it didn't come from Elijah, instantly I pulled back breaking the kiss, his eyes flashed hurt before he slowly bit his lip looking downwards. The only thing right then that I could think about was Isaiah, how I betrayed him and how I hoped that wasn't him behind me. Closing my eyes I prepared for the impact, my back stil
Currently, Adrian was ordering food service, going into the corridor for optimal service holding the menu loosely in his hand. I don't think I could even eat anything if I tried, I'd have to force some food down regardless, I needed as much energy as I could possibly get. Elijah sat on the leather chairs facing me, his expression was more so unsure than angry and I could tell he was contemplating why I wanted to cut my time with him so short, his eyes widened as if thinking that he didn't kiss me with consent but it was quickly diminished like he was assuring himself that he did and knowing he didn't kiss me without my permission his face fell back to its previously confused state. This wasn't my biggest concern and I found myself looking past him towards the big bay windows outside the landscape was one to truly admire, rising up from my seat I made my way towards the glass, stopping when I could visibly see my reflection; everything lo
What was I doing? Why was I even doing this? My hands twitched against the doorknob, I knew this was the worst decision that I could possibly come up with but if it kept everyone safe, if I kept Isaiah safe it was worth the risk. My eyes found the metal block framed clock. 8:25. Thirty-five minutes until curfew. That was more than enough time to get the bus to the ferry. I knew I didn't acquire any tickets but I just figure it out when I get there. If I get there. Apparently, when I would reach the South of French, they would be masses of steps to take place in finding the base, it wasn't just bang and there it was. It was hidden, deeply hidden. But all of that shouldn't be my concern currently, I knew this wasn't my brightest idea wandering about in a completely different country but I was certain that I'd figure it out. I had to right? The fate of the world did depend on me. Shrugging on th
"I understand. See you at nine." Truthfully, I probably wasn't. With that he prepared to attend to another customer, taking that as the perfect opportunity to leave. I meandered through people, ignoring the stares and looks I got of bewilderment as if thinking what a girl dressed like that would be doing here. I was gathering too much attention. Tugging my cap further down covering my eyes and the cuts on my face, I subconsciously found my bag straps holding onto it for comfort. I can do this. Cold bitter air hit me as I practically ran out of there. It was a major relief that I was at least one step closer to my goal. It was quiet, deadly quiet which was completely abnormal considering this was the capital. I remember the old London, the city that never sleeps; the constant blaring of cars and chatter of people. That no longer existed. Trying to