Chapter 11
Fang didn't say anything. There was no "about time" or "if you're telling me you're telling them as well" or even "I only want to hear the truth". His expression gave away as much as his emotions but I knew him since birth, and I understood him better then myself. He was wondering whether I was going to tell the truth or not.
That was also the problem, he knew me just as well and would easily out my lie if I wasn't careful.
"You remember five years ago when my father died?"
He nodded solemnly.
"Well, a year ago I got a letter from him. He had it in a safe, but it was addressed so that Nudge was at least 12 before we all got it. Uh, it uh said he was involved with some bad people –not like drug dealers or anything, but the… company he worked for. He was going up against them and I am a hundred percent certain they are the reason behind his death."
I leaned against the counter, my shoulders slumped. The memory of my father's body lying stationary and pale, eyes closed. I blinked back the tears.
"I know I can't do much but I've been trying to get information on the company, something to exploit them. Last Thursday I was checking the archives," I was speaking honestly now, "you're probably thinking that I'm ignorant if I believe I can make a difference about it but it's-"
"Okay." Fang's persistent voice broke through.
My head whipped up, dark eyes meeting my chocolate brown. "What?"
"Your father was murdered when you were ten and no one paid for it. You're beyond pissed, beyond angry, beyond livid. But you're not going let yourself fall into depression, or anything along those lines, because they wouldn't want you to and the people around you would be pained to see you like that. And the pain is still too fresh, and this is your only outlet… and hope. If I lost my one of parents five years ago I'd do the same," he responded.
My heart broke. How did he know that? How could he be so empathic to understand a situation he'd never experienced?
Fang began to look worried after a moment and I realized I had been gawking at him with a jaw dropped expression for a while.
"Fang-AHH!"
My knees heavily collided with the kitchen tiles. Though the pain in my knees was an ant bite compared to the eruption of my head, I felt like the victims of Mt. Vesuvius, from Pompeii, who had their brains boil and explode from the heat.
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Angel clutched her butterfly pillow against her chest. Fear and anxiety swelled up inside her. She hated this feeling. It always came before something bad happened.
Angel screwed her eyes shut and sunk deeper into the covers. She didn't want anything bad to happen, she loved her life. Vincent had been true to his word when he promised to give her a home, which happened to provide the bonus of a family. It was only yesterday she had asked Max, Ella and Nudge if she was their friend and they had outright denied claiming they were family, and why she would only want to be friends. As for Dr. Martinez, Angel had only just starting calling her Auntie Val and that was after she had been told to come if she ever needed someone mom-like to talk to.
Vincent had also changed. He had always been there for her, helping her, saving her, comforting her and he was her hero. Except he was always distant when they were stuck at the School and worried, but now he was different. He had bought her clothes and toys, played with her and taught her anything she wanted to know. Maybe now that he was happier she could call him Dad, he was going to adopt her anyway.
And she didn't want this to end. The feeling didn't go away though and she started fearing the worst. What if the School coming to get them? What if people took her away because she was a freak? What if-
A piercing scream rang through the house.
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A boy sat on his bed, longingly staring out the window. His best friend was out there... probably shivering to death in the kennel his parents made him stay in. His sister had told him to be grateful they got him a pet at all and maybe he should, his mother only tolerated the pet because he loved it so much.
Suddenly the boy fell off his bed. Laying in fetal position there was too much pain for anything but the silent tears that streamed down his face. He didn't hear the shriek that erupted from his sister's bedroom.
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The nurse watched the teenager eat his meal slowly. Ever since the boy had been found the job of nursing him back to health had been assigned to her, and if the teenager wasn't ready for training within a week she'd be out of a job forever. She did have some sympathy for the boy though, especially when his spoon clattered to the ground and his body froze up. His malnourished body couldn't handle the pain and he fell unconscious.
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The girl sniffled as she watched her family from afar as they happily went by their night, none of them sparing a thought for her.
Her sobs got caught up in her throat, she coughed a couple times before all feeling dissolved. Only a bone rattling head ache remained.
"Oh my god! Someone call an ambulance."
It was the last sentence she heard before hearing was too much of a task for her brain.
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Agony.
Terror.
Confusion.
Every person it tried.
It tried reaching out but no one could understand.
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"It's not my fault you lost. It's Ratchet's turn anyway so give it up," Ella demanded, attempted to grab the PlayStation controller form Iggy. Unfortunately he held it high above his head and Ella height didn't even compare to Iggy's.
"No way. I died by accident so we get a rematch."
He quickly dived away as Ratchet joined in the mission in retrieving the controller.
"Dude you practically committed suicide," he claimed.
"Did not!" came Iggy's childish response.
Ella stopped, she placed her hand on her hips and spoke bluntly. "You threw a grenade at the wall which rebounded at hit you."
"And you called yourself a gamer," Nudge tusked, "you have every game of COD do you even play them?"
"I try but your maniacal sister always comes over and she's a killing machine on this game," he counted.
The next they were all too agonized to argue instead they fell clutching their skulls to prevent their brain from exploding.
A/N: Weren't expecting that were you? Well I wasn't either.
