I had no response to the obvious insult. He sat down, his face smug. I had an urge to rip his kidneys out and stuff them down his trachea, but the frank truth was that he could kick my ass anytime. He smiled at Vivian who blushed more. He sat right beside her, much to Felix's dismay. If he disliked her and I together, he'd have a heart attack if she got involved with a man twelve years older than her, and not to mention our teacher. Ms. Waterson didn't look too happy either. "So, Ethan, let me tell you about what's going on. You're not going to die yet, but rather, the council has unfortunately decided, that you are to be taken to Base One to be briefed and to your journey. You'll be traveling with a hand selected few to Base Five and Six for reasons unknown to us. You have the great honor to meet the council of the Wise. The Wise are called so because their ability of clairvoyance surpasses all normal Origins. Only one is not a powerful clairvoyant entity. The one from Base One, has been for the past three years, has been a most unique person. He has the opposite ability to you. If you are darkness, he is light. He's around your age, also." He explains, his arm around Vivian. She's still blushing. "You'll be going in two days, and in that time, you will stay with Daniel Ahn, who generously offered up his extra room," Ms. Waterson sees my dismayed face, and tells me, "At least you get a few days to relax and I'm going to allow you to still go to school for those two days." How fucking lucky am I? Not only am I now a pawn to a teenager who is my polaroid opposite, now I get to stay with the fucking douche who resides in a fucking soap opera, but I now know that my father wants to kill me, my mother is dead and I'm still going to fucking die and Vivian is going to loose her fucking virginity to fucking Mr. Ass hole Bowregard, but, thank god, I CAN FUCKING GO TO SCHOOL. Let me reinerate, LIFE IS ONE SICK SON OF A BITCH. --------------End of part three-------------
I'm probably only going to post part four then maybe start a sequel about the journey in itself if you still want to read .-.
I'll warn you, this part is a bit...off but I felt the need to express their feelings for each other, and where they stand. I felt the need to have just one more before it ended with a bit of a shebang. Anyways, point is, it's graphic. ------------------------------------------------------------ Part four:Just get to your happy place It's odd, knowing you're going to die soon. You feel this odd trapped feeling, and, really, you just want to do whatever it is you really desire. My solution, is, of course, be the person I never will be. I try to be nicer to everyone I come in contact. I try I try I try, and by the end of this day, I'm exhausted. There's one ore thing I need to do. "What do you want?" "You know my name Dahlia, you've said it many-a-times." "What was it, Eric, Elton?" she snorts, and I smile, "I don't have time for games, Dahlia." we're alone, blessedly alone, I've caught her a little ways away Starbucks, alone. "Oh, yeah, Felix told me about that." she says quietly. "Exactly," I look deeply into those dark blue eyes, "now are you going to grant a dying man his last wishes?" "You're hardly a man." "Oh really?" I growl and take her face forcefully in my hands. Her breath catches. She's not over me, it's easy to tell. Her eyes are filled with an emotion so passionate and devote, yet equally hateful and mistrusting, it could only be described as love or hate. As I lower my face to hers, I can feel her heart rate quicken, her body stiffen, yet become liquid in my hands, I know she's fighting herself. I know she wants me, but hates me at the same time. She wants me to be on the other side of the galaxy, but I know she wants me here not just here, but closer, closer than I should ever be to her. She breathes deeply. "Well? I'm waiting." I mutter gravelly. "You're...you're...you're just a boy." she responds, but her eyes are glazed over and distant, her voice choked. As my mouth meets hers, I murmur, "I'm more of a man than Felix." She ignores this remark, as I can feel the temperature of my own body rise. One kiss, one kiss that felt like fire spewing into my veins, drowning my senses, like a pyromaniac with kerosene and a lighter was running around my body. It was worse than with Vivian. I felt as if my body itself were burning, my senses were dying leaving me with only her pure presence that was roasting my mind with electric impulses from a power line. My lips stung with anticipation, I think my own mouth was watering. This was the kind of lust built up for years, the kind that never went away. We were barely touching, but I was liquid fire, and it felt...it felt so good. Amazing. Indescribable. I knew I wasn't moving, I knew I was barely breathing, I just wanted more. I knew neither of us would want to separate. But I couldn't breathe. I had to breathe. I pulled away, my senses crashing into me, making me dizzy, the flashes of light fizzing and popping in my vision. She looked as bewildered as I felt. All I knew, was that I wanted more. I looked at her, one glance, and we were in her car, and I was fire once more, I was fire and it felt amazing, and all I wanted was more, more, more. I didn't understand this, but I didn't care. But I did have to breathe. "Ethan...I—I—I...all I want is—" she mumbles, her cheeks a deep hue of red. "I know. It's okay." I mumble, wanting to get back to liquid fire. "Ethan—what about...what about..." her eyes are confused. I can hear a whisper in my mind, an alien whisper. "Felix?" "Yeah...him." I pull her close to me. Any part of her that is touching me causes bouts of flames along my body. "Who do you think about when you see me?" I growl. "I—you." "And him?" "You." her voice is shameful. "I don't care if you love me," I mutter, "I just want the feeling you give me." She looks at me, "I feel like I'm melting when I'm near you. I can't explain it." she's on top of my stomach, looking down at me with those big eyes and I feel the curl of a smile on my face, and I sit up to whisper in her ear, "Nothing makes sense anymore, because it never did. Reality is just a plain façade, it's nothing more than deceit. It's just a lie. Reality is a lie."