It dawned on me that I have missed all those times with my brother, that all those false realities were just that. False realities. All that growing up I watched him do wasn't even real. It was only a fabrication of my imagination. What I wanted to see, but not what I was actually living through or experiencing. Real-life sucked, but those days I watched Evan grow I wanted them to be real. They felt real, so real. "Okay, I'll go." It was time to stop focusing on all the bad things in life and focus on the good. Evan wasn't dead. And neither was Isaiah. And all my friends were alive and breathing. My mother, my father. But deep down I knew there was one voice I wanted to hear the most.
Carefully Zee unwrapped my body from the duvet and helped me up. My whole body was so tensed that I had to stretch. Feeling the fluid pop and flow. It relieved all the pent-up tension. I looked to Zee, she gave me a light smile. She looked proud almost. "Let's go." She wrapped an arm through mi
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I closed the door behind me, before I turned, I prayed, begged that when I did turn Isaiah would return to his normal state. His blazing blue eyes would pierce into mine once again and his arms would encompass my waist and make me feel at home. Make me feel safe. I turned. Nothing. I have never really been the lucky one. I walked up to the bed and sat down on the small space next to him. I touched his warm hands, placing a small kiss on each of them. "Good morning Isaiah." He didn't even stir, but people in comas can hear their loved ones right? Let's hope he's heard me. I can be comfortable with that. "I know you can't move, or talk, or touch me. But I hope you can hear me, I really do. I-. I am-." I took a deep breath struggling to find my words. "I am really struggling without you, Isaiah. I don't know what to do here without you. And I can't help but think that it is all my fault. I got you shot. I put you in this mess. And I am so sorry. So sorry Isaiah. I hope you can fo
Currently, Elijah was walking me to a private sector of the building that only the agents trained in, they thought that putting me with my agent friends; Zee, Elijah would make me more comfortable than throwing me into the deep end of a group of soldiers that I would consequently have to train with. Although they say agent training is harder I disagree, soldiers were thrown in the brunt of war, right in the center. Wouldn't that make their own training more intense, it had to. Without that how could they keep up with an open battlefield? "Elijah?" Upon hearing my voice he looked down at me and smiled. I appreciated Elijah as much as I ever did, it was nice having Zee for advice. But sometimes a guy's perspective was just as important and the only man I trust was not here right now. I just thank the heavens that it is not going to be a permeant fixture. "Yes, Reign." "Is this going to be how our lives are going to play out for the next months? Just training, n
My training had been running for approximately thirty minutes and I could feel the lactic acid in my muscles burning a hole through me. It was just simple sparing but my back has connected with the mat so many times that I could not think that I could possibly get any worst. Maybe I wasn't comfortable with sparing with Jace so I just let him win easier, or maybe I really was just that bad. Knowing my track record, it was probably the latter. During those thirty minutes, I could tell Jace was watching me, multi tasking with him sparing with me but also noting my strengths and weaknesses. There was no doubt I had many weaknesses, but I was still unsure about my strengths. Currently, we were taking a much needed break from sparring and I could tell that he was surprised at my poor ability to defend myself. And honestly so was I. Did I really just wholly rely on people to save me? But what if they weren't there? What would happen next? From the corner of my eye,
"Alexis, I-" "No, Anna." There was a firmness in my voice that I didn't even know I had. It was so clear, abrupt that I felt the emotion and power behind it. And judging by her facial expression, I am sure she did too. A moment of silence washed over us, she was reading my expression. I could tell my whole body language was out of bounds, but I just couldn't hide what I was feeling. The fact that she could use something so close and personal to me, for political gains of her own. It was one thing saving the world, but strangers did not have to know anything outside the realms of who the OA really are. That had nothing to do with me and Isaiah and our relationship. Holding up a single hand she nodded. "Okay. Okay, Alexis. You don't have to say that, we can strike it out from the speech. Please don't let it deter you from our mission." She may have moved on, but there was something bitter lingering in my mouth. There was a battalion of emotions that wer
Great, the game where both choices were hard for me. Immediately as we approached them, all their eyes fell on us. First at Zee, I could tell that most of them were familiar with her, then it fell on me. There were a mixture of emotions on their faces. Fear, apprehension, disinterest and looks that seemed almost mocking, as if Jeremiah inhabited them, and they believed the filth that I had no doubt he was spilling about me. "Hey guys." Zee greeted them and they all seemed happy to see her, I hung back timidly playing with my fingers. I have never really been the one to socialize with other people, it was just so strange and foreign to me. That every time I attempted it came out strained. She glanced towards me, giving me a welcoming smile. "I doubt you, any of you need an introduction. This is Alexis and she is going to join us tonight." An agent I presume, that looked around our age, gave me a warm smile. His brown eyes inviting. "Yes, we've heard about the famous Alexis Re
Quickly, I dodged out of the way, only missing the pressure of her nails by an inch. She skidded across the broken debris. Her hands positioned and sliding along the length of the glass we stood on. Her movements were fluid, as in that of a warrior. That could not have been me. She stood back up and I felt cemented to my feet. A snarl, a disgusting ugly snarl was situated on her face. Then as if she was fighting against everything in her, against the wind, against her free will, she began advancing to me again. The same cracks only deepened, the same gaps only widened from the weight of her ascending footsteps. That was when the whole glass shook and rumbled, and split half way in the middle. I lost my footing. Tendrils of air whipped and bit on my face and my skin. I was falling. Helplessly. Without any escape. With no end in sight. Flashes of the debris that was suspended in the air was coming down at an accelerating rate, came down with me. My breath hitched in my throat.
"Alexis, are you busy right now by any chance?" Green eyes locked onto mine and I looked up at Elijah's smiling face. It had been a couple of weeks since my nightmare and although I was getting better. Things were getting better, Elijah insisted that he would at least watch over me until I fell asleep. I didn't protest.Was I really busy? I mean I was making my way over to Anna's for one of our training sessions, but he seemed desperate to talk to me. And I was making a lot more progress in my training. Anna could wait."Not right now. What's up, St Claire?" Hearing the fluidity of his last name on my lips, made his thick eyebrows twitch up in surprise, and amusement. The thing about intimacy, is it can only be felt if the other person replicated it. And to be completely honest, I have been feeling closer to Elijah than I ever have been before. He was my rock when Isaiah wasn't here.He didn't say anything for a moment, just watching me. Finally, he cleared his
Immediately he pulled me in. Locking me to him like a vice. His hands fished through my hair, softly and gently. But the force also behind it, made it impossible to pull away. Yet, I knew that I did not want to. The intensity behind his movement completely winded me, and I let out a gasp. Taking control, his tongue explored my mouth. His movements were soft and supple at first, but then became more hungry and aggressive. The strange thing was that the blasts I wasn't feeling back then, were on for show now. Full, loud and there. I placed both hands on either side of his face, pulling him in further.Quickly, in response, he gently but roughly forced me onto my back, with him on top of me, and my lips still connected with his. Abruptly, he pulled away, his green eyes peering into mine, a dark, faint hood clouded them. "Is this okay?" Patiently, he was waiting for my response, he didn't advance until he was sure that I was sure. Was I okay with this? I looked into his mesmerizi