Wow, I fell of the face of the Earth. But anyways I'M BACK, BABY. It may or may not have been like 6 months but, hey what can I say, I'm (not) a busy person. Either way, I've really wanted to get back to this story, so I guess I'll start now. I've thought up so many new ideas and I have no clue where I'll put them, but expect more to come. And now responses:
The Nephilim King Michael:Thanks and no problem, man. You'll definitely find answers in up coming chapters, and you may be right :-)
Now, ON WITH THE STORY
Slowly opening my eyes, I blink adjusting to the low light. At first I have no idea where I am, but then it all comes back. Jake and Phobe talking, almost getting caught listening in, ghostly girl coming up to me. Now as the memories come flooding back, I realize where I am. Still in a crumpled heap in the hallway. Glob, she didn't even have the decency to move me somewhere comfortable. Then I realized no one did. Then I realized I never told anyone I was back. Groaning, I lay back down on the floor. Jake had probably already sent out a search party, and I was going to be in hot water when I showed up. But I would have to deal with him later. I had to find that frozen chick and ask her some questions, mainly, how are you alive? Why did you leave your room? How do you know my father? Peeling myself of the ground, I snuck into the Solstrålenes room, quietly putting away my suit. Then I realized I didn't have any spare clothes with me. And I wasnt going to wear a thermal suit. I'm trying to be sneaky, not shine a big bright light that says, here I am. Luckily, after some digging through a couple of lockers, I was able to produce blue jeans and a white button up. Quickly dressing, I bolted out into the Hoved. I will pause telling this story to ask you a question. Do things ever go right for me? A very quick answer would be, no. Stumbling into the Hoved, I saw fifty or so heads turning my way, one of those heads happening to be my brother, as I clumped through the Hoved in industrial grade work boots. Now, if you don't know how loud work boots are, I can equate it to putting 20 cats in a bag, spraying them with water, then launching the bag out of a cannon. Now standing in the middle of the Hoved, turning 39 different shades of red, I readied for an earful. Jake slowly descended the steps, his face blank of any emotion. He walked up to me and stood there. I prepared to defend myself, but he surprised me. Wrapping his long arms around my body he pulled me into a hug. "Bro, where the flub were you, man. You had me worried. You just can't go running off like that." I felt guilty for making him worry so much, but there was more important things I had to attend to. "I'll explain it later, man. But now I need to talk to that girl we found." Gently pushing him away, I tried to make a break for the stairs, but Jake grabbed my arm. "What so important about her that you cant explain to your brother, why you've been missing for the past four hours?" Man, four hours. How did I not wake up? Not having any way to tell him what I saw, I just shook my head and pulled away from his grip. "Just trust me on this one, bro." Turning away I could hear him mumble something about family, but I was already halfway up the stairs, playing out this confrontation in my head.
Storming up to my bedroom door, I paused. Was I really ready for these answers? Would she cooperate? Rasing a shaking hand to knock on the door, a voice, coming from behind, startled me. "Oh, Finn, I didn't realize you'd be coming today." Turning on my heel, I was met with the sight of one of the on duty nurses, carrying a tray of food in her hands. Managing to choke out some pretty convincing fake laughter, I responded "Yep, just doing my daily rounds. Talking to people, writing papers, doing..." I trailed of. I didn't want her around for longer than she needed to be, so I thought of a plan "Hey! Want me to take that tray for you? I'm sure the medical bay is busy, and you must want to get back to work." Springing forward, I took the tray from her hands. She barely realized the question before I directed her towards the stairs, and sent her off walking. "You can thank me later, just go!" Giving one final nudge, I quickly walked back down the hallway. Stopping in front of the door, I knocked twice quickly, and slid in the door. The room was warmer than usual, and a few things were moved around. I wasn't too happy about the rearrangement of my room, but I figured there was time for complaining later. Another thing was off about the room. The girl was no where's to be found. I figured she had snuck out again, and was prepared to wait for her when suddenly there was a voice in my ear. "You know, it's impolite to walk in someone's room without permission." Keeping a straight head I responded, "It's my room." Laughter. Someone moves around from behind me and glides to the bed. The same girl from before looks at me, mischievousness in her eyes and smile. "Well, you got me there, kiddo." She says, reclining on to the bed, "But on to more important matters. You brought me food." She reaches her hands out expectantly. Then I realize I have leverage for answers. "I have some questions to ask you." I hold the tray farther away from her reach. Her smile fades. "Playing the bad cop aren't you? Well fine then, I play along with your little game." She kicks her feet up and places her arms behind her head. "Ask away." Dragging a chair away from my desk, I move it next to the bed and place the tray on the floor,"Alright, how about a name?" She grins, "Albert." I roll my eyes, "I highly doubt that's your name." Her grin widens, "You asked for a name, not my name." I sigh, "Alright then, what's your name." She opens her mouth like she's gong to answer, then points to the tray. "A piece of food for every question answered." Sighing I lamely toss her an apple. Seeming satisfied, she crunches down on it, then returns her attention to me. "So your name?" I ask. "Marceline." she says taking another chunk out of the apple. The name seemed fitting for her. Beautiful, but a bit dark, much like herself. Now that I had a name I moved on to the next question, "Where are you..." "Isn't the proper way to respond is my name is so-and-so, not where are you from?" she cuts me off, doing a terrible impression of voice as well. "Sorry, my name's Finn." She smiles. "Fitting, a weenie name for a weenie kid." Did she just call me a weenie? Shaking off the obvious insult I move on. "So an answer to my question?" She seemed puzzled and pondered a while before answering, "I don't know" So she doesn't know where she's from. Great progress Finn. Shaking off the previous question I asked a more obvious one. "How old are you?" Handing her a sandwich, she answered,"18." A year older than me, not really a surprise. As much as I wanted to question her more, things to ask her weren't coming to me. Putting the tray on the bed I stood up. "Whatever, that's all. Come down to the Hoved when you feel like it. The public is dying to meet you." Walking to the door, I hear a snicker behind me. "Well, I should give the public what they want." I hear the sounds of footsteps on the floor, and Marceline appears beside me, "Lead on, Hero."