"So, what are your names exactly?" Moony asked once we had walked down to the kitchen to figure out what was going on. He had, of course, changed, leaving Oliver and I in the company of a maniac. He ignored us while me and Oliver had a conversation without words. Most of the time, she misunderstood me. Moony came out of the room and the enemy lead the way.
"Oli-"
"Don't tell them that!" I exclaimed, looking the 'Padfoot' man over suspiciously. He smirked, unfortunately taking my cautious gaze as me checking him out. Not that he was that far off. Moony cleared his throat, trying to get his friend's attention back on track and not on some little girl 'hitting on him'.
"And why shouldn't she?"
"Cause we don't know who you are! HE USED MAGIC ON ME! I personally think you're both serial killers. How the hell else do you explain us showing up in a house inhabited by two British men after what happened yesterday?" I asked, feeling the heat rise in my face. I sounded extremely stupid. They both just laughed at me, which made me cock my head.
"I assure you, dear. If we wanted to kill you, we could have done that ages ago." I combated his hidden threat with a glare.
"Wait, what happened yesterday?" the reasonable man asked. Oliver looked at me, hoping I'd know.
"I just remember being smashed by something…" I answered, hoping Olli had something else to remember.
"Wait…wasn't there bad weather yesterday?" Oliver asked me, a light shining in her eyes.
"Yes…Shoot, there was a tornado! And it picked up the house, remember?" I asked, realization hitting me. What the hell was this, the Wizard of Oz?
"Oh my god, Rose-"
"Don't say my name!" I yelled, trying to stop her before it was too late, but epically failing. I had, in attempt to end her words, put my hand over her mouth to which she just licked. I had giggled and both men raised their eyebrows at us.
"Rose, eh? Pretty name for someone who's so off-putting with her mouth." The enemy remarked, attempting to unnerve me. If he'd thought I'd give in that easy, he was in for the surprise of his life.
"Rose! I just realized some-"
"Have you realized I really don't like you? Or are you even used to that, being disliked?" I asked. Much to my displeasure, he wasn't fazed. Inwardly, I grinned knowing that I finally had a worthy opponent. And I was totally going to crush him.
"Only from woman who want me." He said, causing my grin to waver for a mere second.
"Rose…really, we have a huge pro-"
"Well, it looked like you'll need to get another section for your file cabinet. Name the folder 'Girls who can see right through my ego and don't want to waste their time.'" I added. He looked slightly shocked at this point of view, surely wondering what the world had come to. Oh yeah, years of lovely ladies have made his ego inflate beyond repairable measures.
"ROSE!"
"WHAT?" I yelled, completely caught off guard by the yelling. My ears were ringing and I was much too out-of-it to start paying attention now.
"Nat was there too!" Oliver exclaimed, finally regaining my notice. My heart started to race, how come she hadn't been found yet? Or hadn't wandered here? The knot was now tightening in my stomach and I felt like I was going to hurl.
"Fuck! Oliver and me have to check every room in this house. C'mon!" and we ran up the stairs in search for our missing puzzle piece. She, the most fragile of us, was missing and who knew what state she was in now? I heard the two men follow us up the stairs but every sound was drowned out as I searched for Natalie. I didn't know why I was freaking out so bad, but the knot in my stomach had returned and by now, I had learned to trust my instincts. Something drew me to a room on the second floor, the sound of everything completely muffled, still.
I slowly turned the know, a scream escaping my mouth as I opened the door. On the neglected hardwood flooring laid Nat looking like death herself. Her lips were nearly lost of all its color, blood puddling beneath her head. It had matted into her once shiny brown hair, and her leg was the most sinister thing I'd ever seen.
I slowly walked forward, only slightly aware of the footfalls above me. I knelt down and pressed against her neck with my fingers for her pulse. My eyes widened feeling that she was still there and I quickly started to press on her chest. I hadn't noticed him in the room, until the dark haired man sat down next to me and watch me intently, or so I had guessed. I was crying, mascara and all running down my face. What was I going to do? I surely couldn't…but I had to. This was Nat, I couldn't stand by, let her die knowing what I could've done. I decided to see if I could get her conscious first.
"NATALIE!" I yelled at the body beneath my hands. I wanted to hit something, throw something and yell as loud as I could. There was a hand resting on my shoulder after I yelled and it calmed my down a bit more then I'd like to admit.
"Rose, what the- NAT!" someone who sounded like Oliver exclaimed, sitting down next to me immediately. I decided to do it, going against what I knew was right. I was going against the natural balance, dancing with death. Right now, I didn't dare think about the consequences. I put my hands on her ribs, right on her stomach and closed my eyes. I could feel the bad energy coming into my body and leaving hers. I focused on it coursing through my body, tracing the path to my soul. Attempting to steal her from death. I cried from the pain of the bad energy and health but this was the only way. I could die but what was worth living if I didn't try? Slowly everything was clouding my mind. I didn't see a bright light nor did I see my life flash. So this dying thing, it was a lie? No god, no heaven, no reincarnation. Would I really ever know once I was done for? I cried the last of my tears, opening my eyes just a bit, checking to see if my work was effective. The last thing I saw was Nat's finger's twitch and I fell into a comfortable darkness, ready to die.
Talk to me, will you? I feel ignored:(
