Disclaimer: Is the word enough? You'd think anyone with a law degree would be smart enough to get the idea after that…


2.)

Kit didn't know what to do. Alone. This whole place emanated a cold, haunting feeling of complete isolation. But he'd been able to take refuge in thoughts that she was here (though part of him wished she never had to set eyes on such a dreary place.) And, when thoughts weren't enough, he could close his eyes and focus on the part of his mind that had been awakened, or perhaps formed, with their first telepathic touch. The part where, when he focused, he could here the lulling hum of her mind (or was it her mind? Did such connections really happen there?) Even if he couldn't hear precise thoughts (though thoughts of hers were often coming in clear and sharp these days) he could feel her presence, however far away it was. But now she lay at his feet and feeling more wretchedly lost to him then she had since they'd arrived at this horrible place.

She was breathing but had lost clearly consciousness. She'd been full of life just a moment ago, the adrenaline and fear coursing through her making her painfully there, a vision of heartbreaking clarity. What had happened?

He dropped to his knees beside her. Perhaps intentionally but he wasn't thinking straight enough to do something so rational and he had lost all feeling in his legs. Though he couldn't claim he was feeling any part of his body, really, other than his eyes revolving in their sockets as they skimmed her desolate form.

Her hair was fanning out around her on the damp, dirty sidewalk and her legs were twisted hazardously to the side while her stomach faced skyward. It looked so uncomfortable that he wanted to move them but that would require touching them which would just cause a whole new set of problems. He needed to stay focused…

She looked so pale, so delicate…

She ate the food.

Kit started and looked up to find a familiar, sinisterly handsome face smiling down at him. He would have given anything to banish that twisted smirk from his face…

Don't be so distraught, she'll wake soon enough. Not in perfect condition, though I'm sure she won't realize it. But, what does it matter to you? You can get on well enough on your own, can't you? You can figure out away out of here without your precious partner…

The voice graded his skull. The scraping felt so real, so solid and tangible, that Kit wouldn't have been surprised if it was a spark from the friction spiraling off into his heart that ignited the raging fire inside him. There was no doubt the flame had originated in his heart…

But, then, slowly, the voice's affects seemed to recede, and the anger was pushed away by curiosity and confusion, until it was nothing more then a simmer in the background, plaguing his heart while he was lost in his head…

He felt strange…removed…

You think you can ignore me?

And Kit did ignore this, or tried to, his mind being otherwise occupied, wrapped up in worried, worrying thoughts…

You'll see your mistake soon enough.

Kit was relieved when the figure faded away and its mind voice along with it, now he could concentrate…

Nita stirred slightly.

Nita!

She nearly blended into the sidewalk, now. Even the brightness of her clothing seemed subdued…How could he have forgotten her? Had he truly forgotten her? What was wrong with him?

Almost unconsciously he reached out to touch her cheek, reveling at the softness of it and the…the…something in the contact that squeezed his lungs of air and made him feel dangerously alive.

She stirred again and he jerked hand away. What was wrong with him?

Other then the fact that he had fallen for his best friend, that is…


AN: I still feel awful, but I won't traumatize you with the details. A short chapter but it was out quickly, at least. It's not very good, though, especially compared to the first one. Describing emotions is what I really need practice at, I'm pretty decent at settings and things. That said, constructive criticism would be welcome with open arms, along with any other kind of feedback.