This is Sam again! And it is very late...again. Amazing, I seem to not be able to write all day until about 9:00 PM. Well, I'm sorry to say that Distrust is coming to a close. Don't get me wrong, not in this chapter:D This chapter leads up to the climax, which will last one or two chapters. After that there will probably be an epilogue.
To tell you the truth, I barely have a clue on what I'll do next. I probably will spiff up the first installment of this trilogy and the first few chapters of this story. After that I will definatly work on another project to clear my mind before doing the third installment of the story. But all of this is liable to change. Actually there's a 110 chance that it will. You say that isn't possible? Cappyandpashy4ever will probably be glad to state that I failed sixth grade math, as she's done in public before.
Samantha (Abloom)
They were lost.
They had been so for at least a month.
It all started when Marine had decided reluctantly that they should go try to find Ember and Bill. Steven knew why she didn't want to, for there was a large chance that they were dead.
He also harbored the memory of waking up to Marine's tearful face, she had thought he had died too. Steven relished the thought…she had cried for him.
And his dream while unconscious, that was certainly odd. Steven couldn't connect the angel to anyone he might know so far, but it was almost as if he had been suffering with the blue winged creature.
Dream or no dream, death or no death, Steven and Marine crawled idly through the undergrowth without so much as one word, creating a pregnant silence. A path soon came into view, but Marine had stopped once she saw it. She continued after a few seconds, but had no intention of telling him of her reasoning which, predictably, Steven questioned.
"Are you alright?"
"This place just remin…"
She had stopped, and as he looked up, Steven saw a small abandoned cottage in a clearing. It simply registered in his mind as 'shelter.' He couldn't tell what Marine thought of it though. She just stood there staring into space as he went up to it, thought inclining him to look quickly inside before beckoning her in.
He started to go to a window…
"Stop!"
But it was too late, a blood-splattered mess lay before him.
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Everything was wrong from the start. The path was familiar, along with the house. Blood was a dead giveaway. She felt guilty for not telling him, why shouldn't he have known? Marine knew why of course, she'd have to tell him everything by the time it got to that point.
And she wouldn't do that, it was unthinkable.
Steven could tell that Marine understood this, but all she could offer him was,
"I've had some problems in the past."
Knots braided in her stomach as Steven grew confused.
"What kind?"
"The bad kind."
His expression changed again, this time a handsome face contorted in disappointment…
"The kind you can't trust me with."
"Exactly the point I was about to make."
…twisting again into that of indifference, pretending not to care.
"I see."
She wouldn't have been surprised if that lie had ended up killing her.
Had her brain not been working, Marine would have flung her arms around him in an embrace as he turned away from her. That Marine would have cried for hours and told her tragic story before offering, "I love you." She would not even acknowledge the fact that he might turn her down. That wouldn't happen anyway to the other Marine, for her life was, again, the exact opposite of the living, breathing, although almost rock-like Marine.
Instead she just chose to kick in a window of her own old home, and soon the two sat right across from each other, avoiding each other's gaze in an attempt to get to sleep.
But whenever grey orbs found their way to blue and gold ones for a few seconds, she could see that they were extremely pained.
'No matter sad he is, he'd be sadder having me, loving me. And who said he loved me? Steven's probably just worried the way that he'd be worried for a friend.'
Over and over those words were repeated in her head in thousands of ways, not having any affect. The monster still ate at her heart, even while in the room of blood.
Once again she imagined cuddling up next to him against cold floors and red walls painted with rusty stains. That wasn't the way things went for her though. She was forced to look at the person Marine needed most while in a room of everything she wished she could throw away.
That night it was impossible to get to sleep. At one point near midnight she couldn't take it anymore, just looking at him hurt. Crying herself eventually to sleep, only Steven noticed her tears, thorns spilling into his gut as a result.
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Everything confused him deeply, and every part of him just wanted to know what was going on. How could he comfort her while not knowing that?
Marine had been crying, no doubt about it. Who wouldn't? She lost her father and might have lost Ember and Bill, but something else bothered her all the same.
Such sad tunes he had heard only a few nights ago. That same night she had also lashed out at him, although peace had blessed her face for a few seconds following Steven's comfort.
Such sad eyes she had given him the first day they had met, when Marine wanted nothing to do with him. Now it seemed like she wanted everything to do with him, it's just that some instinct inside her said no.
Such sad tears accompanied the night before, and something drove through his heart as Steven realized he could do nothing about it. She wouldn't accept him, she couldn't trust him.
He loved her; Steven could see that as they walked along the path. He had lagged behind to think after Marine had shook away another hand on her shoulder that had offered comfort.
After awhile Steven caught up just in time to see an intricate orange secret base unfold around him.
