So, this is the sequel to ChloeBee901's story "Stranded In The Cold With Eyes Like Emeralds" which is the first of the "Gem-Spark Series". I don't know how many were planning on doing, but I do know that she wasn't expecting/planning to do a sequel (which is why I have permission to do so). We know that we will at least have a third one. You will need to read ChloeBee901's story to understand a lot of this story. Enjoy, and please, review!
Darkness. So thick that it sucked the very air from my lungs surrounded me. It blinded me, and I reached through it, desperate to find out what was going on. A scream broke through the silence, and I recoiled in pain. I gripped my ears as my voice echoed through the quiet. "Emerald!" What was happening? Blood coated my hands and I pulled them away from my head. Against my will, I screamed hard enough to make me fall victim to a coughing fit. My eyes burned and the smell of flesh, cooked flesh, filled the air. "Emerald!" A voice answered, but the words were so muffled I couldn't hear them. Suddenly I was staring into the eyes of a creature I'd never seen before. A piercing red that begged for my blood to be spilt. I felt a sword tear through me, and I did the only thing I could. I screamed.
My eyes shot open and I screamed bloody-murder. A hand was instantly on my shoulder, trying to calm me. Instantly I clamped my mouth shut and was reduced to sobbing. "Crystal, it's okay. You're safe," my friend Alexa said gently. I let her hold me as I cried and tried to calm down. "What happened?"
"N-nightmare. Bad one," I managed to choke out. Alexa stroked my back and sat with me until I ran out of tears to shed. "Something killed me in it... A monster. It had red eyes. It looked like... a robot."
"Don't worry. There aren't any robots around here," Alexa joked. I hit her with the pillow before wiping my eyes. Alexa gave a brief laugh and stood, stretching her back as she did so. I glanced at the clock and found it was only 7:00 in the morning. Way too early for my liking.
"Whose turn to make breakfast?" I asked. Alexa thought for a moment and a smirk slid across her face. "Let me guess, it's mine, right?"
"Yep. Yesterday I made pancakes. From scratch. So it's your turn," she said cheerfully. I groaned, since cooking was one of my least favorite things to do, and stood. My knee snapped and Alexa shot me a disgusted look. "I already got a shower. I'd just gotten dressed when you started shrieking. The bathroom's yours." I looked her over briefly. Her red hair was tied back into a ponytail, which I thought was much better than the pigtails she always wore when we were kids. Her face was already stained with make-up; the normal foundation, green eyeshadow to match her dull green eyes, heavy eye-liner. A green hairband pushed her bangs back, and it matched her pale green shirt. She finished the outfit with white skinny jeans. Overall, her normal outfit. The only thing that was different was the gold charm bracelet her boyfriend gave her dangling on her right wrist.
I tossed her a salut and headed to the bathroom. I grabbed a quick shower and got dressed without even glancing in a mirror. I hated mirrors. After all, I didn't need the constant reminder that people thought I was a freak. While Alexa was practically just skin and bones, I wasn't. I was a very... curvy young woman. My hair was a light golden brown that danced in a display of cute little ringlets. I had a round face which was free of freckles, something I did like. But the main part I didn't was my eyes. For they labled me a freak. They were pure white. No irus. No pupil. But I wasn't blind. In fact, I had great eyesight. But others found it beyond creepy. And I didn't blame them. I thought it was creepy too.
I threw on a light blue T-shirt and plain white pants. I added my favorite necklace, a golden heart with a gem in the center, the last thing I had from the family that raised me, and blue studs. Normal. Plain. Just the way I liked it. I didn't need any more attention than my eyes and strange name brought me. After all, it was odd to come across a person that had only a first name, let alone one with scary white eyes and no middle or last name.
Alexa was waiting for me in her kitchen. I was visiting her in the United States from Canada, where I was born, abandoned, and raised. She shoved shallow bowl into one of my hands, and an egg into the other. "I thought french toast would be easy enough for you to make. I don't feel like having my house burn down," she teased. I rolled my eyes at her and set what I held down on the counter.
"I can cook without setting things on fire," I objected. We shared a brief laugh at the memory of the last time I'd said that. It had ended with the apron I was wearing bursting into flames and Alexa's mother sporting a new eyebrow-less look.
"Yeah, and I'm a butterfly," Alexa responded.
"Be glad you aren't. You'd scream at yourself all the time," I jabbed. Alexa had always had a problem with anything that even remotely looked like a bug. Including butterflies since they had their 'buggy bodies'. She growled at me and left the room. I sighed and cracked the egg into the bowl and grabbed some bread.
About ten minutes later, I placed a plate with a few pieces of french toast in front of Alexa. I had burned the first pieces, but after that I'd gotten the hang of it. Alexa gave me a smile and dug into it the food. "Hey, are we going to the party tonight? I don't want to go then have you fall asleep on me," she said through bites of toast. I groaned as I sat down across from her.
"Yeah. Lexa, late nights are fine with me. Early mornings, not so much," I told her. She grinned and whisked me away as soon as she'd finished eating.