Well you asked for it and here it is; Warrens' Pryde chapter two. Enjoy.
Warren couldn't believeeyes. In front of him was a girl, probably around his age, with fiery red-orange hair and impressively green eyes that Warren would never forget. The girl tilted her head; those green eyes fixed on Warrens' own icy baby blue ones.
"Hello?" Her voice was filled with curiosity and a touch of worry. Warren shook himself out of the daze he had been in since the girl had turned around and outstretched his hand.
"I-I'm Warren." The girl eyed him for a brief moment and took his hand and shook it lightly.
"Skylar." Warrens' heart began to pound in his chest.
Skylar took out a pen from her small purse and wrote some numbers on Warrens' hand. "I'd like to see you somewhere other than church. Give me a call if you need anything." Skylar winked and as Warren glanced at the numbers she walked away. Warren was star struck, and he didn't even know why.
That night when Warren went to sleep he dreamt of Skylar and of the ship; The Gigantic. A sister ship of the Titanic. (The Gigantic was originally called the HMHS Britannic.) Images flashed in his mind making his body twitch outside the dream world. He watched the somber eyes of children as they ran through doors with numbers on them. One child ran by and Warren noticed a strange bracelet on the child's arm that had the number "2" on it, just like the doors. Warrens mind raced more and he spotted a young boy who struck Warren as familiar, but he didn't know how or why… The little boy had a woeful look on his face like something terrible and scaring had just happened. Warren watched the boy's fists clench, he seemed to be staring at something….or someone. Warren followed the boys glare carefully to a door where a man with a terrible grin was looking through a window.
Then to Warren and apparently the little boy's surprise, the man spoke. "C'mon you little urchin, I know you want to hit me, so come and try!" The boy didn't move a muscle; he just stared until the man left the window.
The boy's fists twitched slightly and tightened considerably. His head went down and he looked like he was about to shout something when alarms began to blare all around and Warren was jolted awake.
Warren found himself hugging a large black body pillow and covered in the same color sheets. Where was he now? And how the hell did he get here? His mind wandered, but returned with no answers. Warrens' bladder forced him to stand. Next to the bed on a small bedside table was a map of what looked like the layout of the house. A small red arrow pointed at a small square that read "YOUR ROOM" in red. Warren scanned the page for "the bathroom". It was easy enough to find and was the room two doors down.
Warren quickly made his way there; map in hand, to relieve himself. After; he moved to the sink to wash his hands noticing for the first time his reflection. His hair; white as snow, shagged on his head, but was slightly longer in the back. His sullen eyes; an icy baby blue. He splashes water on his face to see if anything would change…but nothing did. Without another thought Warren picked up the map and began walking down the hall.
As Warren reached the stairs it hit him all at once; the boy, the bracelets, the doors, the atrocity. It was all coming together. The Nonary Games; everything based around the number"9". The boat; the Gigantic…Warren remembered being on that boat, but just as fast as the epiphany came, it vanished.
Warren opened his eyes finding himself on the stairs leaned up against the wall. He used the railing to pull himself up to a standing position, his bones aching like crazy. He made his way down the stairs slowly and around the corner to where the map had said the kitchen was. Mary-Anne was at the counter chopping carrots and Travis was at a small circular table reading the paper.
"This is blasphemy! Those punks down at the tracks have been painting red 9's on all of the train-carts." Warrens' breath caught in his throat and he coughed bringing unwanted attention to himself. Mary-Anne dropped the knife on the counter and rushed to his side.
"Warren, are you alright?" We had no idea you were awake." Mary-Anne brought him over to a chair. Warren was beginning to feel hot and dizzy, like he had just run a marathon and they were out of water. Travis raised an eyebrow at his "son".
"Boy you look like you just saw a ghost, is something wrong?" Warren couldn't speak so he just shook his head. The choice whether to tell his parents about remembering his past hung in the back of his mind.
"That nice girl from church; Skylar, said she was going pick you up in her truck and bring you to school today." Mary-Anne whipped her hands on a towel and looked down at Warren.
"O-okay." Warren sputtered, giving a look to Mary-Anne and Travis; did they know anything about his past? Would they ever know? Would they even believe him if he attempted to tell them, probably not…
Mary-Anne placed a bowl of cereal in front of Warren and as it hit the table he snapped out of his daze. He looked up to her and smiled then began eating, his train of thought completely gone.
