AN: Yay! More reviews! I'm almost up to 50. Thank you guys, for your lovely reviews. Sorry about leaving it there, but I write up to a certain point and then I feel it is time to stop temporarily. I love reading your predictions, but I usually try to make it different if someone guesses the events correctly. I sometimes plan stuff one way, and when I read something else, a vague idea becomes more detailed. Also, I usually have different (backup) scenarios in case I decide one works and the other doesn't later on in the game. I always plan, but I don't usually stick to it. So, expect the unexpected.
Anyway, the more reviews, the faster I update...
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Our love shines like rain
In those spanish eyes
Spanish eyes
Wey hey hey, here she comes
She comes in colors
You know she gonna turn the daylight on
'cause I love the way you talk to me
And I love the way you walk on me
And I need you more
Oh, than you need me
Our love shines like rain
In those spanish eyes
Spanish eyes
I'll cross the world for green and gold
But it's those Spanish eyes
That get me home...home again
Wey hey hey, baby hang on
Wey hey hey, you know that
The night is young
Dazzled by lights that shine in your eyes
I'm standing in the shadows
And wait for the night
Forever in fever, forever in heat
You pick me up to put me out on the street
Wey hey hey, baby hang on, hang on
Wey hey hey, baby hang on, hang on
'cause I love the way you talk to me
And I love the way you're mean to me
And I need you
"Spanish Eyes" U2
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Chapter Eleven:
A girl was lying on the floor; a blossom of blood was spreading through the fabric of her pants. A masked man was standing above her holding a gun. He spun around when he heard the girl's gasp and aimed the gun at Sierra.
He pulled the trigger.
She couldn't move. Sierra didn't have time to react, or even put up a force field. She could only stare as the tiny but deadly bullet continued on its path toward her heart. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.
Nothing happened. She cautiously opened her eyes and looked down at her shirt, expecting to see blood, or even just a tiny telltale rip. She wondered if it had missed her. She whirled around, scanning the alleyway behind her for clues. Nothing. She hadn't even heard it hit. What had happened? She had seen the shot fired at her with her own two eyes. She turned back toward her attacker.
He was gone.
The girl was still there, and Sierra could see that she was seriously wounded. She didn't have any time to contemplate her good fortune or the mysterious disappearance of the masked man; the injured girl had lost a lot of blood, as the bullet had pierced her artery. Sierra knelt down beside her and carefully dug the metal out of the wound, placing it in her purse for later examination.
Sierra then placed her hands over the wound, and felt the life force flow into the girl beneath her. The wound slowly knit itself up, and when it had completely closed, Sierra collapsed on the ground beside her. It had taken more out of her than usual.
When she had recovered enough to speak, Sierra asked, "What happened?"
"I don't remember," the girl answered, still disoriented. "Who are you?"
"I'm Sierra. I don't suppose you saw where that man went, then?"
"No. Sorry," the girl slowly replied as she started to sit up. "I'm Winifred Powers. Call me Wina, and yes, I am the principal's niece," she continued to Sierra's questioning glance. "Thank you for saving my life."
"No problem," Sierra answered, embarrassed. "So. Do you need help getting home or anything?"
"No, I'm here with my friend, Melody, for the new club's opening night. I'm not really into the scene but she wanted to, so here I am."
"Yeah, me too. Well, I should go back," Sierra got up and paused awkwardly. "Want to come with?"
"Sure." As the two started to leave the alley, Sierra glanced back one last time. She was curious, but she saw no obvious way to discover what had happened to her and knew it was a lot smarter to head back to the relative safety of the club. Besides, it was getting dark and Marissa was waiting.
When they stepped inside, Wina left with a shy smile and a wave. Sierra shook her head and went back to the table. Marissa was waiting for her.
"Where were you? The whole point of coming to a club is to have fun, and you don't look so good. Wait," she paused and sniffed, using her extra sensitive sense to detect the smell. " I smell blood. Are you hurt!"
"No! A girl was shot and I had to heal her," Sierra explained as she glanced down at her blood-covered hands. "It's a long story, and kind of weird. I'll tell you later. I want to go wash up." Marissa nodded and let her go, for now.
Sierra quickly washed the sticky redness from her hands. She hadn't noticed it until Marissa had pointed it out, but once alerted to the fact she realized that she hated the feeling of the blood. She scrubbed extra hard, wryly thinking of Lady Macbeth (Out damned spot!). Finally, she dried her hands and left the bathroom. Immediately, she bumped into someone, causing his or her drink to spill.
"Oh, my god. I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed as she tried to mop up the damage that was done to their shirt. She froze as she saw who was wearing it...Logan. She blushed even more, if that was possible. "Wow. Um, I'm such a klutz. I'm really sorry about your shirt. I never got a chance to thank you for yesterday, even if I don't really remember what happened. Chris told me and I want to apologize for not thanking you earlier, and on top of that spilling your drink," she rambled, until the smirking Logan cut her off.
"It's okay. Let's just forget this little incident happened. You can remove your hands from my chest now." She jumped and quickly moved away from him. He shook his head in amusement and left. Sierra sighed in frustration.
"Wow, that was really smooth, Stronghold," Greg commented.
"Shut up," Sierra told him, uncomfortably. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with Chris?"
"Chris is here. He's dancing with Marissa. You should know that this is the most exciting thing that's happened here in a while. A new club that us high schoolers can come to doesn't hold an opening night party every day. Of course, they won't serve us alcohol without an ID, but still. Nice outfit, by the way."
"Marissa picked it out," Sierra replied, blushing again. She actually hadn't known about the club beforehand, but it was too true that things had been quiet around their neighborhood recently.
"Want to dance?" Greg asked.
"Are you serious? I thought you hated dancing," Sierra asked in disbelief, as a slow song started.
" Chris dared me. Come on, you can join me in my misery."
"Yeah, well you're not the one who's toes will be stepped on," she retorted but took his outstretched hand anyway.
"I'm not that bad," Greg returned. They started to sway to the music. Finally, Greg broke the silence again.
"I want to ask you something."
"Sure, go ahead," Sierra replied as she moved her head from where it had been resting on his chest to look him in the eyes. Just as he opened his mouth, the song ended and a much faster song started.
"Never mind," he finished lamely as their respective friends joined them.
"Well, Sierra and I will be heading home, for an all night TV and ice cream marathon, because I promised Mom I wouldn't be out late tonight. We'll see you guys later," Marissa said as she started pulling her friend toward the exit.
"What was that about?" she asked Sierra as soon as they were outside.
"I really don't know."
TBC