Anomaly; Part 1: Trials
Chapter 3 – Paris, the City of Fights Part I
Bailey sighed and looked for a place to sit in the boutique that London had dragged her to. This one was filled with hats and scarves that lined every single wall. The two had been at it all day and Bailey hadn't been able to see the parts of Paris she wanted to see. Also, she wanted to meet up with Zack and Cody just to make sure they made it back to the ship on time to get to the Bahamas. Bailey wouldn't have been worried if London didn't have to stop at every single shop they passed.
"London," Bailey called across the store, instantly grabbing her friend's attention. "Don't you think we've been shopping a little bit too much?" London gave her a confused look. "I mean, there are other things about Paris to look at besides the clothes."
"You're right!" London agreed. "There are makeup stores I want to look at."
Bailey groaned as London made a break for the front door. Sighing in defeat, she gathered her two bags and followed London out of the store and down the busy streets. She looked at the sights around her as she rushed to catch up with London's walking speed. She was surprised that the heiress could move so fast in her heels. They had to be at least three inches tall.
"I wonder where the boys disappeared to," she mused, following London into a makeup store. London dashed around the room as Bailey sat down at a table. Few people in the store gave Bailey looks of disgust, well, Bailey's shoes looks of disgust. Bailey looked down at her shoes and frowned. All she saw were her black and white converses. There was nothing wrong with them.
"Oooh! Bailey! Which lipstick is better?" London asked as she shoved two different tubes of lipsticks into Bailey's face. Bailey looked back and forth between the tubes before looking up at London's grinning face. Was London being serious? Bailey could barely even tell the difference between the two pink lipsticks.
"Umm, London, is there a difference?" Bailey asked, tilting her head slightly.
London let out a loud gasp and covered her mouth. The other women in the store turned and glared at them before muttering to each other in rapid French, throwing glances their way. "Bailey, of course there is a difference!" She held up the tube that was in her right hand. "This is Passion Pink." She held up the tube in her left hand. "And this is Primrose Pink. Duh!"
"Well…why don't you–"
"Silly me!" London interrupted her, laughing. "I'll just buy both!" Without waiting for Bailey to say something she turned on her heel and went back to the makeup rack.
Bailey sighed again and stood. "London, I'm going to go the shop across the street," she yelled to the heiress who was flipping open and closing a compact mirror. "Ok? Come and get me when you're done."
"Yeah yeah yeah." London waved her away and turned back to the mirrors.
"Sometimes I wonder why I put up with her," Bailey muttered to herself, exiting the store. She quickly looked back and forth before running across the street and into the café. She walked up to the counter and looked up at the menu, trying to see anything she recognized.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle. C'est une belle journée, n'est-ce pas? Que voulez-vous?" the young man behind the counter said with a smile.
Bailey smiled a little and tired to piece together what he had said. She knew enough so she understand that he said hello and called her miss, and something about beautiful. She shrugged and decided to try and order anyway. "Yes, um…oui. Um, I would like, umm, une…eau de glass?" She looked at the boy who gave her a look of confusion. She looked around and pointed at the picture of water on a nearby poster which was advertising something. The man followed her finger, smiled, and nodded.
"Une moment." The man waved his hand, motioning to the tables that were empty.
Bailey nodded and went over to a table that was nearest a magazine stand. She found one that was a French version of a magazine she was reading on the boat and started flipping through it, looking at the pictures.
"I wonder what the boys are doing," Bailey sighed, closing the magazine and dropped it onto the table with a loud smack. She crossed her arms over her chest and slumped in her seat a bit, looking around at the place. It was a comfy and casual, couches were in the corner by the mini fire place (used for winter) and the TV was playing some sort of game show. Smooth and light music was playing over the sound system that went along with the quiet talking.
"Voila," the man said as he placed the glass on the table and gave Bailey a charming smile.
"Oh…um, mere see." Bailey grinned. The man walked away and she lifted the drink to her lips. The water touched her lips when her eyes met the eyes of a boy about her age standing outside. His face and his hands were pressed against the window. His eyes, as bright as ambers, darted around the room before resting on her again. She didn't even realize she had let go of her glass until she felt water spill onto the knees of her jeans. She backed up quickly, to get away from the spilled water, before looking back up.
The boy was gone.
"God!" Blazen punched a nearby chimney as Phantom watched his twin. Blazen started pacing the roof, his hands clenched into fists. Phantom sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'm…so…bored!"
"Do you want to yell any louder? I don't think the humans heard you," Phantom commented. Blazen glared at his brother who shrugged. "Blaze, chill. We'll be able to do something as soon as the sun sets."
"How long will that take?"
Before Phantom could answer they were knocked off of their feet by intense shaking. Blazen reached out and grabbed onto Phantom, just in case he fell off of the roof since he was the closest to the edge. As soon as the shaking started, it stopped.
"What was that?" Phantom asked, looking around with his raptor vision (the bird of prey, not the dinosaur).
"I don't know," Blazen mumbled, also looking around. He looked down to see Cody and Zack still talking to Jolie before moving into the house. "They didn't even notice it."
"Wait, over there." Blazen whipped his head around and narrowed his eyes. They rested of a swiftly moving figure in the distance, jumping over gaps in the roofs.
"I'm on it."
Before Phantom could even say anything, Blazen had jumped to his feet and sprinted to the end of the roof. He took a small jump and easily glided over the gap, landing on the next roof over before starting his sprint again. He was running so fast that wind whistled in his ears and his hair was pushed off of his forehead.
The figured turned around, noticed Blazen was following him, and dropped into the gap. Blazen dropped down after him, only to shoot his wings out to slow down his fall. He landed on the ground, barley making a sound when his feet touched down. "Dammit, where'd he go?" He whipped his head around, searching for the running figure. He listened carefully for any sound that would give him away.
Blazen closed his eyes and concentrated hard. That was when he heard it. Practically silent, erratic breathing. Blazen took off down the alley, concentrating on the breathing that suddenly spiked. He turned a corner––
"Ouch!"
"Oof!"
Blazen fell backwards and landed hard on his back, his wings crumpling beneath him. A few jolts of pain flew towards his spin before it went away completely. He sat up, groaning, and holding his head. After rubbing his forehead for a few seconds he finally opened his eyes to see who he crashed into. His blue eyes locked with another pair of blue eyes. "What're you doing here?" He asked in shock.
"What're you doing here?"
