So. Hi dudes. It's been a while. _ FORGIVE ME! Anyway, I finally watched the movie again. Funny thing…somehow, I completely forgot about the injection and everything. How did that happen? So…Heh. Anyway, I lied. This next one isn't an OC, but the one after this will be. Or maybe I won't even right another OC…I haven't decided yet. Okay. Here we go.
Nick's POV
It's well past five in the morning when Cassie stumbles into the room. Selby, Lee, and Mira are all crashed out across the beds, and Xiao left hours ago to find our next person. I'm sitting at the desk, tapping my fingers anxiously on the faux wood. I'd stayed at the bar for three hours, hoping Cassie would come back. She was being completely irrational.
"Nice of you to stay," she slurs, slamming the door behind her.
"You're going to wake them up" I hiss, Moving her back into the hallway. She stumbles back towards me, then rolls onto the wall. "Cass!"
"Nick," Cassie says. She collapses into a fit of giggles.
"You're drunk." I step back from her, just now taking in the dirt staining her knees and the smell of cigarette smoke clinging to her hair.
"I am, I am, I am," she laughs. "Nick!" Cassie says my name, accompanied by a giggle. "Nick, Nick, Nick. You're still in love with her, aren't you?" Cassie looks up at me from under her eyelashes. I freeze.
"I don't know what you mean." I hate Cassie drunk. Hate. Her mood swings faster than I can keep up.
Cassie blinks at me slowly, pushing off the wall and coming towards me. I stumble back a step, a little ripple of pain moving through my body. Selby was telling the truth when he said he wasn't the greatest Stitch. But I'm not dead, so I won't complain.
"Kira," she says softly, her jolly manner completely erased. "You're still in love with Kira."
"I'm not." Cassie's cornered me, my back pressed against the wall. I don't know how someone so small can intimidate me so much. She's only nineteen for Christ's sake!
"You are." And her hand slaps across my cheek.
"Ow," I say in surprise, grabbing her wrist when it comes back for seconds. "You don't want to do that."
"I do," she growls. Then throws up on my feet.
Lovely.
Cassie's POV
"Ugh," I groan, sitting up in the bed I suddenly find myself in. My head it aching and my tongue feels like lead. I collapse back onto my pillows, grasping at my head.
"You're awake?" It's a girl's voice. I glance over to find Mira sitting next to me. She grins at me. "Hi. Coffee?" I accept the mug she shoves at me.
"Where is everyone?" I ask, scrunching my eyes shut at the light from the lamp she has on.
"Blowing steam around Black. Actually, Zhao just got back with the new girl, and they're filling her in. While blowing steam." Mira frowned a little. I guess she isn't pleased about the new girl, who I Saw as quite the character.
"Wonderful." I sip at the strong coffee. "So I guess you've decided to join us?"
Mira nodded thoughtfully, staring at a spot above my head. "Yeah. Lee wanted to, and Selby decided it would be a good idea. I wouldn't have been able to talk them out of it even if I tried." She brushed her tangled blonde hair out of her face, which made me feel up to my own hair. What…what is that? A chunk-
"Oh god," I moan, the events of last night rushing back to me. Nick and I's fight, my wandering around the streets for hours, smacking Nick…throwing up on Nick.
"Are you okay?" Mira looks a bit concerned. I gulp heavily, trying to keep down the sudden nausea.
"Er…yeah. I'm fine." My head. It aches. I haven't had a hangover this bad since…since back in the day, when Kira was still good and Nick was still completely out of my league. Which he still is. Not that I care, or anything.
And then the vision hits me harder than before.
I motion frantically for something to write on, and feel a piece of paper slide under me and a pen forced into my fingers. I draw for at least ten minutes, trying to get everything I see down perfectly. This. Is a doozy. This could change the whole fucking situation.
Ignoring the pain in my head and the mess I'm in, I throw my feet over the side of the bed, tucking the paper into my jeans. "Where did you say they were?" I ask Mira impatiently.
"Last time I was with them, they were in the bar," she says. I chug down the rest of my coffee and sprint out the door, dodging around patrons of Black to get to the bar. Sure enough, our little party is arranged around a table, next to a particularly tough looking man missing an eye.
"Nick," I say breathlessly, barely giving the rest of them the light of day. "I have something." He holds up a finger, gesturing for whoever was speaking to continue. "I don't have time for this," I growl, grabbing his hand and pulling him away.
"What do you want, Cassie?" Nick hisses.
"Look," I say simply, shoving the paper at him. He unfolds it.
"What is it?"
"What do you think it is?" I ask, exasperated.
"Is it…it looks sort of like a lint roller." He tilts the paper to the side. "Or…or a bat?"
"It's a syringe, you dolt!"
"A syringe?" Nick squints his eyes at the picture. "Okay, I sort of see it." He gives the drawing back. "So what?"
"So...SO WHAT? Nick, this is the syringe."
"What-you mean-"
"Yes. Yes I do."
Nick frowns. "But, Kira took it when she left."
"Yeah, I know. I Saw that. I was extremely pissed off about it, by the way, but there wasn't really anything I could do, now was there?" I shake my head. I mustn't let what happened then get in the way of what's happening now. "My point," I continue excitedly, "is that she's going to lose it. Soon."
"Lose it." Nick looks more than a little incredulous.
"What are you, a fucking parrot?" I hold up my hand. "Don't answer that. I don't know why, but Kira's going to be moving the antidote syringe thing. All I picked up on is that it's pretty much the last one. Something happened to the storage facility where they were making the things, so this is close to the last syringe left. One of, maybe, a hundred. They need all they can get to restart the research, or everything the Division is trying to do will be lost.
"Kira's transporting the vaccination to a safer location. And she loses it." I finish happily, clutching the drawing to my chest.
"Cass-"
"Don't, 'Cass' me, Nick. This is wonderful! We can get the syringe back, which will draw Kira right to us! And that means we can use her for…I don't know, really. But she's head of the Division. If we kill her, it's only a matter of time before-"
"I'm not killing her, Cassie." Nick's jaw is set and his eyes hard when I meet them.
"What are you talking about?"
"I won't kill Kira. I'll do everything else, but I'm not killing her."
My mouth parts in surprise. "Are you fucking with me? After everything she's done?" Has he gone insane? Should I be worried enough to send him to Funny Farms?
"I wouldn't expect you to understand." Nick starts to walk around me, back to the group. I push him back angrily.
"What, because I'm just a kid? I'm not thirteen any more, Nick. I'm twenty in a few months." He refuses to meet my angry gaze. I push against him again. "I'm so sick of you treating me like a child!"
"Stop it." I do. Not because I want to, but because Nick's Moved my arms to my sides.
"Let me go," I threaten.
"Not until you listen to me." I struggle against his Move, even though I know it's in vain. Nick's gotten way too good to try anything. "We are not going to kill Kira. We are not going to take down the Division." I start to protest, but he tightens the Move. "No. We're going to find your Mother. And then we're going to be done."
"You're an idiot," I spit.
"I know I am," Nick sighs, letting me go. "And this fighting thing needs to stop. I'm tired of your drama."
I bristle. "My drama?" I'm about to fight more when I notice Nick is smiling. Which is a good sight. And I try to stop the little flutter developing in my chest. "You really are an idiot," I say again, warily this time.
"Yeah, I know. But that's why you love me, right?" He pulls me into a big bear hug, rubbing my back roughly. How he can stand it, especially in my less than savory state, I don't know. Though I'm not complaining.
"I suppose." My voice is muffled against his chest. His strong, firm che-Stop it Cassie!
He lets me go, giving me one more, blinding smile. "Why don't we take your picture and go tell the others."
"I don't suppose you're giving me a choice?" Damn, my head's hurting again, even more now with Nick's suddenly very un-Nick like behavior. I'd like to say I don't know what's gotten into him. But I do.
And she's going to be the death of us.
a;sdlkfjpzoivj;zjvnh.a,sdnmf;adjf;ladjsf;lkj Sorry about that. And by that I mean the chapter. I promise, swear, vow, pledge that it's going to stop being so damn melancholy. Looking back at the first few chapters, I've realized how completely awful I've gotten at being true to the characters, and that annoys the hell out of me, so I'm going to try to get back on track. Truly, really, please slap me on the face when I start making the characters too much my own. I feel like I'm forgetting something…OH YEAH! REVIEW! Fer real. It might…uh…get me motivated to write the next chapter more quickly. *cough cough*