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*Mercy's P.O.V.*
I try to calm my breathing wild shooting daggers at the purple hair prick in front of me. Tala and Bryan, the idiot duo as I now call them, chuckle at the rage rolling off me. Where does this guy get off calling me an uneducated neanderthal? Who does he think he is? My hand claps around the cool metal of my switchblade in my pocket. Now he's giving me that cocky smirk. Let's see who's laughing after I rearrange his face with my knife.
The door opens and Johnny, no longer the holder of the title 'Sir Prickiness', drags in pulling Oliver along by his upper arm. I see Enrique stiffen slightly as Oliver sits next to me, across from said blonde. Johnny then sits down on the other side next to Sir Prickiness, aka Robert.
"So boys, how was your punishment?" Mr. Allen asks the two as they begin to pile the nice hot lunch onto their plates. Both answer by sparing a look and shrugging their shoulders, then going back to filling their plates and their stomachs. "Well, I do hope both of you learned your lesson." Neither replies to the statement as they eat.
I turn my attention to my right and instantly know something wasn't right with Oliver. His eyes are blood shot and his mouth is set in a firm line. Snapping my attention to Johnny, rage boiling inside of me, to see him watching my brother; a sad and regretful gleam in his eyes. Oliver gaze lifts to meet Johnny's with no trace of anger but of sadness.
My rage evaporates, my brain working to figure out what went on between the two. With apologetic eyes, Johnny looks at me. The intensity of his stare lets me know he's wondering something; trying to ask me without words. A gaze back to Oliver makes my blood turn cold. I don't know if it's a wired twin thing or if we're special, but me and him have always been able to understand what the other is trying to say just by looking in the other's eyes. Almost like a cloud of silent letters forming between us letting us read what the other's thinking. With the amount of pain, grief, and sadness gazing into my soul, I'm immediately able to understand what happened during their punishment.
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*Enrique's P.O.V.*
-FLASHBACK-
I slowly make my way through the deserted halls. I don't know why I'm up this early. Six in the morning is way too early for any human to be up. I guess it was a good idea whenever I went to bed. Truly, the only reason I even considered setting my alarm clock was because I wanted to run into Oliver. Seeing as how nobody in their right minds is up at this time of day, I thought it would be perfect to get him alone to talk to him. But what was I thinking. He probably doesn't want within 25 feet of me now. '..But then why did he kiss you...' NO! He only kissed me so he could get his switchblade back. That's the only reason. But I would love to believe different.
Voices drift to my ears and it's now I realize I've walked to the hallway where the trashed sitting room is. Oliver and Johnny are supposed to be cleaning the room. 'I wonder if I can get Oliver for a few seconds to talk to him?' It's worth a shot. I mean, Johnny doesn't really like Oliver's change of attitude, so I'm sure he wouldn't oppose to me getting him for just a few minutes.
Whatever they're saying is muffled. As I reach the slightly cracked door I don't hear anything though. Getting ready to walk into the room, I set my hand on the handle. "W-w-wh-why did you j-just kiss ME?!" I freeze in my actions as Johnny's words ring in the silence. A single tears runs down my cheek and I run.
-FLASHBACK END-
I shake the memory from my head and continue to pick at my room. Looking out the corner of my eye, I see Johnny staring at Oliver and follow his eyes to see Oliver staring right back. Setting down my fork, I fold my arms on the table and rest my head face down on them. A single tear slowly flows from my eye onto the table cloth.
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*Robert's P.O.V.*
To my left, Johnny is staying silent. His eyes gleam with an unbearable amount of remorse and sadness. To my right, Enrique has laid his head on his arms ontop of the table. Usually, I would reprimand him for disregarding basic table manners, but my eyes catch the slight shakes of his shoulders. I strain my ears and hear low sobs. No one notices this though. Across from Enrique sits Oliver. His change has thrown me in a loop, so to speak. He is almost a mirror opposite of what he was the last time we saw him. And now, looking closely at him, I see darkness in his eyes. 'Has his eyes always reflected such despair?' I ask myself. I noticed this earlier, whenever he arrived actually, but thought nothing of it because it was so measly thought I was imagining it. I'm unable to rule this as my imagination though, for it's the only thing reflecting from his violet orbs. From Johnny, to Enrique, to Oliver I stare. Each one radiation sadness, remorse, despair.
I feel myself relating to their emotions. When we were no longer able to get ahold of Oliver, Johnny, Enrique, and myself all seemed to fade away from each other's lives. First, it was making plans to get together as a team which we never fulfilled. Next, the amount of conversation between us declined considerably. Then, I found myself going through the motions of my day like before the Majestics formed. Before Tyson came and showed us the power behind teamwork and friendship. Though it sadden me that we were no longer in contact I did nothing to change it. I went through out my day in my castle. I would help my father with some of his documents when he was home but for the majority it was just me, Gustav, and the other servants. The cold stone walls and dusty leather books did little to replace the laughs, arguments, and conversations of my team.
I, again, look over the three people I've grown accustom to wreaking havoc as well as brining joy into my life, the only three people I've ever been close enough to consider them friends, and I think 'What has happened to us?'
So sad really. I didn't intend for it to be this sad when I begun writing it. It just turned out this way. Please let me know what you guys think of it! I promise to not take so long to update it again.