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Troubled Love
Chapter 8
EPOV
There was someone shoving me, urging me to get up. But I really didn't want to.
"Hey. Get up." Some more shoving accommodated the voice. "Dude. Hey, Dude. Get up."
I rolled over to see a man's face. A face I didn't recognize. That immediately set bells off in my head.
I finished quickly rolling over, bringing my hand up to aim for his throat. When I had his throat firmly in my hand, I shoved him back against the floor, me hovering over his body with a look that could send him 7 feet under.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I laced my tone with some iciness. He started coughing and clutching at my wrist to get it off him. I loosened my grip on his throat some, seeing as he could barely breathe.
"Caius and-" cough "-Marcus-" cough "-sent me." He started breathing hard, so I took my hand off his throat all the way. I rolled back into my bed, my back hitting the wall and head rolling to the side with my eyes closed. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. "You're not a morning person, are you? Seeing as you almost killed me there."
This guy was really starting to get on my nerves with his attempt at a joke. A bad attempt, I might add. "You really don't care about your life do you? Seeing as I can still kill you if you don't shut up." That shut him up. I opened my eyes to still see him lying on the floor in the same position I held him at, his hands still on his throat.
I put my hands on the ground, pushing myself up to walk over to basin of water and splash some on my face. I washed some of the dirt off my face and looked over to Seth. I walked over to him and gave him a hard shove. Learning from last time, I quickly sidestepped him when his hand shot out. I laughed and pushed him into a sitting position.
I looked over at the guy again to see he was rubbing his throat and sitting up slowly. I realized I couldn't keep calling him "the guy", or something along that line, so I asked, "What's your name, by the way? Caius and Marcus never told me."
He looked over at me and said, "It's Quill. I could ask you the same thing. What's yours?"
"Edward."
I went over and offered my hand to him. He flinched back slightly, and I could see he was still a bit wary of me. I sighed. People always become cautious of me somehow or another. There was only one person who I can remember that didn't: Bella.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, you know? Not unless you force me to." I sighed, my hand still held out in offer and my head fell back. I rolled my eyes when he very hesitantly put his hand in my proffered one. 'Wimp...' Although he didn't look like one at first, what with his brood, buff, tan shoulders, and tall form -heck, he was even taller than me when standing up- I guess, he had a squishy interior and a hard exterior. Unlike me. I had a hard interior and exterior al around, although I rarely showed the interior of myself to people, especially to the male population of the Aswan. There is a small chance that a female would experience the nice side of me. Like the Cullen family -they were the only males that got to see it- and Bella. I don't even remember thinking about how I wasn't cold to her; I st kind of opened up; I had a sort of protective feeling when I was with her.
"So what exactly are you going to do to me?" I asked. "The Circus Brothers never really explained that to me in great detail."
Quill raised an eyebrow at me. "The 'Circus Brothers'?"
"Yeah." I shrugged. "Their crazy like circus people and their brothers. The Circus Brothers."
Quill chuckled a bit at my explanation, but otherwise accepted it. "Oh, and I'm not sure or not whether to add in their other brother-"
"Aro," Quill supplied.
"Yeah, Aro. I'm not sure whether or not to include him. I haven't met him yet... so, yeah." 'Did I just ramble?' I shook my head to clear it, and went back to what we were previously talking about. "So what are you going to be doing?"
"i'm just make you look like a million bucks. Which shouldn't be too hard."
I raised my eyebrow this time and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Quill looked back up at me from where he was getting his stuff ready. "I mean. Look at you." He waved his hand up and down me, as if proving his point. When I didn't respond, he continued. "You look like a model. And you just woke up, too!" When I still didn't show any signs of understanding he went back to ruffling in his Case of Mystery. Yes I have stupid name for things and people, deal with it. "Where is it...?" Quill was still n=in his bag searching of the thing of desire for him. "Ah ha. Here it...is." He held up what looked like a mirror and shoved it in front of my face. "See? You look amazing and you just woke up!"
I grabbed the mirror from his shaking hand and took it upon myself to hold and look through. And what I saw shocked me.
I saw... me... I guess.
I had bright, deep green eyes set on a pale face. A sharp jawline protruded under my lips and chin. On the top was a mess of bronze hair that didn't neither look messy or styled. Of course I wouldn't know what styled hair is or if it was professionally done, but I guess you could classify this as nice hair or something close to it at least. I've only seen my reflection a few times in water or a glimpse of a mirror I've seen while visiting Rosalie, things like that. I've never really cared about my appearance, I had no need to.
I guess I could see what he was talking about. My features said handsome in every aspect of it, I guess. I mean, I know I wasn't ugly or anything, but I was never cocky in my appearance, thinking that I was better looking than other people. I just thought I looked average, like regular kids my age. But now I knew what he meant. I didn't look my age. I looked like an older young man who was blessed with a good appearance. I looked nothing like other kids my age. No that I would call myself a kid, but the other people my age acted like them most of the time.
"See what I mean? You look incredible," Quill was still saying, bringing me out of m reverie. "It's going to be fun working with you." That caught my attention.
"What did you just say? 'It was going to be fun working with me'?" I raised an eyebrow and laughed at his expression when I asked the next question. "Are you gay?" I whispered in a superstitious tone. His eyes widened, mouth fallen open in shock, and he vigorously shook his head. He turned bright red and started spluttering, trying to come up with an answer that didn't sound so stupid, but failing. I decided to save him. "Dude, I was just joking. No need to get in a freak about it." I was still chuckling some at the end, but he got what I was saying and relaxed some.
"Lets get back to where we were before the interruption, shall we? We're on a very tight schedule here." I nodded my head and handed him back the mirror. He was still red some, but I ignored it and let him have his dignity. He started pulling things out of his bag and threw some cloths for me to change into. "Here, change into those and then come back out here."
*~~~...~~~*
Imagine a city where everything's pretty
And you sir, you rule the kingdom
You call the shots you can do what you want to
Oh just imagine the freedom
*~~~...~~~*
It was like a fairy tale. Full of treasure and adventures waiting to be discovered and solved. Although some parts were for the quiet, calm parts of me. My very own safe getaway. My quiet, peaceful place. My adventurous world. Filled with freedom and law free.
Except... it wasn't.
*~~~...~~~*
Blue tree tops and velvet skies
You're ready to blow your mind
Oooo
*~~~...~~~*
It must be hard to keep an appearance like this one up. It looked like that out of a book that I saw rarely on occasion when I would happen across a book in Dylan's room or on the streets.
Everything surrounding the palace was pristine.
The palace was big and... beautiful. There were no other words for it. It was... beautiful.
It was a couple stories tall, with long green fields surrounding it. Trees surrounding on the outside, it lokoed like there was a forest behind it, but I wasn't so sure. I would have to look later.
The carriage jostled on the rocky dirt ground that led up to the palace. My head bobbing up and down with the movement, my butt hitting the seat was very uncomfortable, but I was too busy taking in the scenery to notice.
*~~~..~~~*
This is a place where your mind can escape
All the problems today and go far, far away
This is a time with no history
*~~~...~~~*
It was as if everything was frozen in place. No past, no present, no future. Like a picture. Perfect.
The thing was... How did it come to be if there is no past, present, or future? How did it come to be perfect?
*~~~...~~~*
Welcome to mystery
*~~~...~~~*
Looks like I got myself a mystery.
'Bring it on...'
Song: "Welcome To Mystery" by The Plain White T's.
A/N: I thought the song was fitting for EPOV when he was entering the castle. He's so used to... non-expensive looking things... that it's all a mystery to him. He doesn't know how to act. Thank you for the reviews, I would love some more! Review!
~Cynthia~
