Heart of the Cards
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Chapter Three: "Don't You Dare Tell Me to Calm Down"
The sun was starting to set along the western horizon, dying the sky a blushy shade of pink. A slight chill had crept into the air, and whether it was from that, or the fact that we had still not found Kennie; I was starting to shiver.
I didn't even want to chance a look over at Will. I had a feeling that he just may turn and bite someone's head of at the slightest provocation.
"Kennie? Kennie, where are you?" Ivy called out into the pre-twilight.
We were in a strange part of town, far from home by now. Ivy had sent Blaine (much to Will's reluctance) down a different part of the street to check. I couldn't remember how long we had been looking, but it had certainly been more than an hour. Ivy and I had done most of the calling, and Blaine had done most of the scouting. I'd managed to convince Will to let us all go to their home, just to make sure Kennie wasn't there. Much to my surprise, he hadn't been. I knew that Kennie was a capable kid; he wasn't one of those type's who would wander off without leaving a note. Especially with a brother like Will, and Blaine too, to a degree.
"Blaine, any sign of him?" I asked, seeing the blonde haired boy rounding a corner to meet us. But the look he gave me told me 'no' immediately.
All the while, Will was strangely quiet, only breaking the silence every so often to make an unidentifiable noise in his throat.
I sighed, and leaned up against a brick wall as we decided to stop at a streetlight. I was really starting to get worried. And seeing that I was the most unemotional of the group, I could only imagine what the others were going through.
"DAMN IT!!!"
At Will's explosion, I jerked my head suddenly, hitting the back of it painfully on the wall in the process. Ivy let a small scream escape, and Blaine simply blinked. I had to wonder if he was either immune to Will from extended exposure, or partially deaf.
"Kennie! Kennie, damn it, where the hell ARE you?!" He shouted, taking a step forward and looking frantically left and right, as if he could make him materialize if he yelled loud enough. I had no idea where the outburst came from, but to think of it, I'd have probably done the same thing in his position.
"Will, calm down. Yelling won't solve this." I tried, walking to his back and resting a hand on it somewhat awkwardly.
The reaction was instantaneous. In half a second flat, he had spun around, locked eyes with me and moved his face a mere inch away from mine. I flinched backwards involuntarily.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down, Ebon." He said, with a quietness to his voice that was even more intimidating than the volume it usually held. "Don't you DARE. You don't know what it's like. I don't care what you say, I'm tired of pussy-footing around. This is MY little brother, and I'm doing things MY way, and if you have a problem with that, then LEAVE. Who knows what could have happened to him by now."
I said nothing, staring into the crackling depths of black that tried to pass themselves off as eyes.
He glared into my soul for a few more seconds, before turning around and vanishing around the corner. No one tried to stop him.
Had I been younger, more passionate towards people and feelings and insults, I would have been red in the face and fuming, ranting on and on about how he had turned and snapped at me for no reason when I was trying to be nice. But, since I wasn't young or passionate, I internalized my tiny twang of anger into annoyance and heaved a sigh.
After a few minutes of silence, Ivy broke the tension.
"... We should follow him..." she mumbled, looking down at her feet.
"... Yeah." I agreed stiffly, trying to blink the negative vibes out of my being.
"Blaine, where do you think he's--... Blaine...? Huh?" Ivy spun around once, twice, three times, four. I glanced left and right, and did my own spinning act. Blaine was suddenly gone.
Now, he was not the type to impulsively run off after Will, especially in one of his moods. He was like Kennie in that sense; he wouldn't leave without saying so, or waiting until we'd all go. It never really occurred to me what a dysfunctional bunch of people we were.
Ivy furrowed her brow, and stuttered, "Um- Well, maybe he... went after him already?"
I nodded, but inside, I seriously doubted that.
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{A/N: Not much editing had to be done to this chappie actually. that's cool. But I changed Will's rant around a little, so it didn't seem so random and out of the blue. Before it had parts in it about how he didn't ask Ivy and Ebon to tag along and lead the search for HIS little brother, yadda yadda, when actually, in the previous chapter, he says "Let's go" which implies that he did ^__^ And even though Will can be an ass, he's not a hypocritical ass. At least, I'm trying to make him not a hypocritical ass. Oh well, see you in later chapters!}
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Chapter Three: "Don't You Dare Tell Me to Calm Down"
The sun was starting to set along the western horizon, dying the sky a blushy shade of pink. A slight chill had crept into the air, and whether it was from that, or the fact that we had still not found Kennie; I was starting to shiver.
I didn't even want to chance a look over at Will. I had a feeling that he just may turn and bite someone's head of at the slightest provocation.
"Kennie? Kennie, where are you?" Ivy called out into the pre-twilight.
We were in a strange part of town, far from home by now. Ivy had sent Blaine (much to Will's reluctance) down a different part of the street to check. I couldn't remember how long we had been looking, but it had certainly been more than an hour. Ivy and I had done most of the calling, and Blaine had done most of the scouting. I'd managed to convince Will to let us all go to their home, just to make sure Kennie wasn't there. Much to my surprise, he hadn't been. I knew that Kennie was a capable kid; he wasn't one of those type's who would wander off without leaving a note. Especially with a brother like Will, and Blaine too, to a degree.
"Blaine, any sign of him?" I asked, seeing the blonde haired boy rounding a corner to meet us. But the look he gave me told me 'no' immediately.
All the while, Will was strangely quiet, only breaking the silence every so often to make an unidentifiable noise in his throat.
I sighed, and leaned up against a brick wall as we decided to stop at a streetlight. I was really starting to get worried. And seeing that I was the most unemotional of the group, I could only imagine what the others were going through.
"DAMN IT!!!"
At Will's explosion, I jerked my head suddenly, hitting the back of it painfully on the wall in the process. Ivy let a small scream escape, and Blaine simply blinked. I had to wonder if he was either immune to Will from extended exposure, or partially deaf.
"Kennie! Kennie, damn it, where the hell ARE you?!" He shouted, taking a step forward and looking frantically left and right, as if he could make him materialize if he yelled loud enough. I had no idea where the outburst came from, but to think of it, I'd have probably done the same thing in his position.
"Will, calm down. Yelling won't solve this." I tried, walking to his back and resting a hand on it somewhat awkwardly.
The reaction was instantaneous. In half a second flat, he had spun around, locked eyes with me and moved his face a mere inch away from mine. I flinched backwards involuntarily.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down, Ebon." He said, with a quietness to his voice that was even more intimidating than the volume it usually held. "Don't you DARE. You don't know what it's like. I don't care what you say, I'm tired of pussy-footing around. This is MY little brother, and I'm doing things MY way, and if you have a problem with that, then LEAVE. Who knows what could have happened to him by now."
I said nothing, staring into the crackling depths of black that tried to pass themselves off as eyes.
He glared into my soul for a few more seconds, before turning around and vanishing around the corner. No one tried to stop him.
Had I been younger, more passionate towards people and feelings and insults, I would have been red in the face and fuming, ranting on and on about how he had turned and snapped at me for no reason when I was trying to be nice. But, since I wasn't young or passionate, I internalized my tiny twang of anger into annoyance and heaved a sigh.
After a few minutes of silence, Ivy broke the tension.
"... We should follow him..." she mumbled, looking down at her feet.
"... Yeah." I agreed stiffly, trying to blink the negative vibes out of my being.
"Blaine, where do you think he's--... Blaine...? Huh?" Ivy spun around once, twice, three times, four. I glanced left and right, and did my own spinning act. Blaine was suddenly gone.
Now, he was not the type to impulsively run off after Will, especially in one of his moods. He was like Kennie in that sense; he wouldn't leave without saying so, or waiting until we'd all go. It never really occurred to me what a dysfunctional bunch of people we were.
Ivy furrowed her brow, and stuttered, "Um- Well, maybe he... went after him already?"
I nodded, but inside, I seriously doubted that.
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{A/N: Not much editing had to be done to this chappie actually. that's cool. But I changed Will's rant around a little, so it didn't seem so random and out of the blue. Before it had parts in it about how he didn't ask Ivy and Ebon to tag along and lead the search for HIS little brother, yadda yadda, when actually, in the previous chapter, he says "Let's go" which implies that he did ^__^ And even though Will can be an ass, he's not a hypocritical ass. At least, I'm trying to make him not a hypocritical ass. Oh well, see you in later chapters!}