Hey guys, EpicMack is back! It's my turn to write and I am so happy about it. My username is epicflamingninja, but my real name is Mari and this chapter will be courtesy of me! Before I start, I would like to give a nice round of applause to MackenzieLifebl for writing an amazing first chapter and agreeing to be writing partners with me. Here is chapter 2 ofMixed Fates
Chapter 2: Rescuing a Redhead
By: epicflamingninja
Milo's POV
"All of the gates lock at night fall. We're trapped out here and we have nowhere to go for the night. The streets of Illea are extremely unsafe at night and we need help or shelter soon, before the Eights start to roam the streets." She wailed.
I saw the look of pure horror on Valentina's face after she had said that, and I knew that she was terrified. The girl stared at the pointed gates with an empty gaze and since I was the son of the death god, I could feel the sadness radiating off her body.
"What can I do?" I said.
"Milo, there is nothing that you can do. The gates have an electromagnetic force that will instantly pulverize us if we touch them at this hour. If we attempt to climb the walls, the guards will shoot at us. Calling for help will do no good either, seeing as the walls have a sound blocker built inside. We are stuck out here indefinitely!" She cried.
"What if I can do something?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean: what if I can find someone to help us, maybe give us a warm bed for the night," I said, avoiding the fact that I just almost told her about my godliness which would have been a bad thing to start the night with.
"That would be wonderful, but no person in their right mind would give away their house to 2 kids under the age of 20." She pointed out.
"Does your mother have any relatives that live outside the castle?" I asked her.
"Yea, but how did you know that? You're freaking me out..."
"Long story, Where do they live?" I asked.
"Um, ever heard of stranger danger…" She retorted.
"No. We need to get to that house as fast as possible! Where do they live Valentina?"
"Don't call me that Milo! How dare you disrespect the princess of Illea!"
"Princess? You act like a boy and you seem to hate your home country. Now give me the address before the homeless people come take you away." I demanded for the last the time.
All of the sudden she turned to look me in the eye and said with the most defiance that I had heard yet, "Leave. Leave now. That is an order given by Princess Valentina Rose Schreave of Illea and must be obeyed by law. If these official rules are broken then jailing or a death penalty will be enforced. Stated in the 'Rules of Illea' part two chapter 45. LEAVE...NOW!"
I was going to go, but I knew that she would not stand a chance around here at night. So I did the only thing that I could think of: I ran up to her in a hug-like position and gripped her sides as hard as possible.
As soon as we made contact, we transported to the place where I suspected that her grandparents lived.
The streets of caste five were filled with stray cats, skinny beggars, and pounds of trash. Valentina was struggling as I suspected, but I needed her to cooperate.
"Tina, I need you to calm down and tell me the exact place where your grandparents live!"
"Get off of me! How did you know to take us here?"
"We don't have time for that right now! Where do they live?"
I tried to hurry her answer, but she was as stubborn as an ox. I guessed that being a princess could really take a toll on someone. She was standing there, staring at me as if waiting for me to say something more.
"Tina, we need to go! I can sense the Eights moving in toward us! Give me their street address, NOW!"
"Fine, 468 Five Lane, Mr. Pushy. What's the rush anyway?"
I pointed to the darkness and out came a strangely skinny boy in front and many other weak looking people behind him. They all had weapons.
"They are the rush and the problem. They cannot know who you are or they might try to kid-nap you and hold you for ransom."
"Ok, I can see where you are coming from. What is our chance of making it out of here alive?"
"We have got a one hundred percent chance," I whispered. I was going to have to use my powers to defend myself and Tina.
"Are you crazy? It's a 20 to 2 ratio! We have almost no chance."
"Tina, listen to me. I want you to close your eyes and when I tell you to open them, you need to grab onto my shirt as fast as possible, ok?"
"But, what about-"
"Tina, just close your eyes," I interrupted. She did as I asked for once and shut her eyes. Meanwhile, the hunger deranged crowd had formed a circle around us with their weapons raised.
Quick as lightening, I shot a few surges of black power out of my hands, sending the first layer of them flying through the air. The others in the group looked surprised, but turned back to us in an instant. Thankfully, Tina still had her eye lids shut. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get.
I ran up toward one particularly tall man and kicked him in the shin. At the same time another black blast came from my hands. The group around him looked shocked to see him in so much pain. My calculations had been correct: he was the leader.
"What are you getting at kid?"
"Just leave us alone!"
"Who is that pretty little girl you got over there? I could have sworn that I've seen her before," the tall leader cackled.
"That's none of your business. Let us leave and I won't have to break another bone in your body."
"No can do. We Eights need 2 things: food and money. Sad thing is that we don't have either and I have a sure feeling that the 2 of you can give us both."
"Have it your way then." I mumbled as I could feel all of my energy circling inside my chest. The root of my power was my heart and I felt it growing stronger. When I opened my palms a black fog came over the crowd, surrounding them. Some people screamed, but most just look bewildered at the fact that this seemingly regular boy had just defeated them all.
My palms closed and the fog started to suck the skinny people inside it. It would not kill the people, just transport them far away. By the looks of them though, they were extremely angry. In less than a minute they were all gone along with the powers I had used over them.
"Tina, open your eyes."
"Oh my gosh. they are all gone? That was so fast Milo!"
I smiled. "Yes, it was. C'mon, grab onto my shirt now."
Transportation was easy as usual and we made it to 468 Five Lane safely. We walked up to the door and knocked.
"Who is it," Came an elderly voice from inside the old house.
"Grandma, it's Tina!" An excited squeal came from the opposite side of the door as a series of locks were unhooked. It swung open and the first thing that she noticed was me.
"Tina, who is this?" Tina's grandmother asked.
"This is Milo, he brought me here because I was out roaming and the gates closed before I got back." she explained as I thanked the gods that she had not mentioned our run-in with the Eights.
"How sweet! Well I'm guessing that you both need a placed to sleep?" She asked.
"Yes ma'am," I said with my most polite voice possible.
"Certainly! Come inside and I will see if I have a night gown for you Tina."
"Grandma, I don't need a nightgown," Tina said as she rolled her eyes and followed her inside the house.
"Your mother would have said the same thing and look where she is now: Queen of Illea. My baby girl is the Queen of Illea!"
"Grandma Singer, please don't cry." Tina begged.
"Sorry honey. I just always regret having rejected being moved up to a Two after America won the Selection. Why did I do that?"
"Because you love your job and your house. Now I know that you want to keep talking, but Milo and I are tired. Can we just get a bed and sleep?"
"Over my dead body! You will sleep on the couch and Mr. Milo will sleep in America's old bed," she retorted, "If you will just come right this way Milo, I will show you where you will be sleeping."
I followed her to a bedroom that was empty except for a plain bed with a dark iron frame. I guessed that this was Tina's mother's old room.
"Oh, this room brings out such good memories," she said, her tone sad. When her gaze landed on my vacant expression, she quickly changed her tone of voice, "Sorry, I just miss her so much."
"I understand Mrs. Singer. I have been on a trip by myself for a while now. It gets very lonely sometimes."
"Oh…"
"Well thank you for all your kindness and help, but I think that I should get some rest for the night."
"Yes, what time should I wake you up?"
"I usually wake myself up around 9 o'clock if that's alright."
"That will be fine. Goodnight Milo," She whispered as her hand closed around the door knob and closed it behind her.
Today had been very odd. I had met a redheaded girl who seemed nice, but had an attitude. She later told me that she was the princess of this country, which had shocked me. A little while later, I battled against some hungry Eights to save our butts. And now we were falling asleep at her grandparents' house. Funny how fate takes you where you never thought you could go.
My door cracked open a few minutes later and in walked the Majesty herself.
"Hey Milo, I just wanted to say goodnight. And, um, thanks for saving my life out there."
"Sure Tina. It was really nothing." I say.
"Yes it was. I would be locked up somewhere if it weren't for you and whatever the heck you did while my eyes were closed. What did you do anyway?"
"Um, I'd rather not share at the moment. Maybe some other time…"
"Ok... well, good night," she muttered as she turned to go, but all of the sudden she doubled back around and ran over to me on the side of the bed.
Our eyes locked for what felt like a day, but it was only around a minute. Her blue made my blue melt like ice. We stared into the space of each others eyes and felt something.
In unison, we reached in to kiss each other. All the events of this evening had gone away inside my mind and only joy and love remained. I wondered if this was what it was like for my parents. If it was as extraordinary as this, the moment was perfect and I would remember it for the rest of my eternal life, no matter what happened.
Story: 1,882
AN: 84
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