I've had this written out for awhile now, but it was too long. This is about half of all I wanted to post. So the next part will be uploaded fairly soon. I find this part boring. It's a lot of Isaac. I guess that's bad to say to people I want to read this. xD You'll be meeting new important characters in the next part though. ^^ That's when it heats up. Hope you enjoy either way. :)
The revenge is everlasting.
Tranquil is an unknown subject.
Have you forgotten?
Who are you?
I made my way back to the where everyone hung out. I was in front of the hallway, pacing back and forth of the direction where Grace was in, my hands in fists. I promised I'd see her, but I couldn't let her see me hurt, but I promised. I could feel my nails digging into my palms and my blood boiling through my veins. I hated this place. I wish life didn't fate me to accomplish something here. What was I doing here? Is there a meaningful purpose? I sure didn't see one.
“Eli?” a small, worried voice asked from behind me. I turned, calming myself as I saw Ms. Rebecca with a raised hand coming toward me that looked as if she was contemplating on comforting me or not.
“I'm sorry,” I said solemnly, staring down to my boots, my hair shadowing over my eyes.
“Hey,” Ms. Rebecca spoke horrified, taking a step forward and cupping a hand gently under my chin, raising my face to meet hers. She slid her other hand up to cup my cheek. It was so soft and warm. I let her palm carry the weight of my head, leaning into her caress. This comfort was so familiar. It made me feel so at peace. Why was it so nostalgic? “How did this happen?” terror peeked at her tone as she grazed her hand's slim finger slowly over the cut on my lip, being careful not to touch it. This was the first time Jade had actually shown marks on me that people could visibly see.
“It's my fault,” I responded, paying that much attention to what she was asking until I focused on this known meaning. I slowly closed my eyes, too memorized. This feeling... It reminded me... of my mother. I tightened my eyes, gritting my teeth together.
“What's wrong?” Her voice was so soft and caring. I slowly opened my eyes, a look in them of complete defeat. “Eli.” I could hear the despair hitting her tone, her eyes full of sympathy towards me. She stood on her tiptoes, cradling her arms around my neck, bringing me down to her height as she stood back flat on the ground. I rested my head onto her shoulder, the heat kissing at my face. I raised a weak arm and found a bundle of fabric toward her waist. I gripped it, letting my fingertips ball it up. She smelled like coffee and honey-- not my mother. It took me from my trance. I pushed against her stomach, turning away from her.
“Sense Three and Sense Five for your next assignment. Sense Four to the Watch room,” a woman's voice blurted out from the microphone box on the wall, distracting us from our previous encounter.
“El-” Ms. Rebecca began, still sounding distraught.
“I have to go. Sorry.” My voice seemed harsh as I cut her off. I took a quick turn toward the door that I had previously came through moments before. I hated that I opened my emotions up to her. I didn't need anyone. Not one person except Grace. I reached the iron door and then paused, tapping my fingernail against it to think.
“Tell Grace... that I'm sorry I didn't see her,” I spoke calmly, not looking over.
“Okay,” Ms. Rebecca said, a little light touching her tone. Why had I asked her to do that for me? Did I trust her?
I reached for my key in the pocket of my pants, taking it out and slipping it through the box to my right, the sound of Ms. Rebecca's shoes hitting the ground becoming distant. The door slid apart and I took my step through the white hallway, dropping the key back into my inner pocket. I made my way down the hall, my head held high. I had to release my previous thoughts. I was about to be called in for my next assignment. I needed to be professional. I crossed my arms, taking a left turn into the small hallway that led to the large black door from before where Jade was. I forgot about how I was about to see him again. I scowled at the thought.
