Heart of the Cards
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Chapter Eight: "Don't Angst So Much, You're Giving Me a Headache"
(Ebon's P.O.V.)
I pounded my fist into the bed for the umpteenth time since we'd brought Will back up to the room. Ivy had requested that I stop barraging the door and walls, since it made too much noise. And hell, I didn't want to wake Will up. Poor guy had been through hell already. It was the least I could do.
I slammed the pillow again, though. If I hadn't hated her before, I hated her now. That girl was only on my nerves before; now, she was on my hit list. How DARE she actually manipulate my mind, into hurting one of my friends?!
Groaning, I slumped against the wall. Ivy wasn't in right now, and neither was Blaine, come to think of it. Blaine had gone out walking a while back, but he wasn't back yet.
That left Will and me alone in the room.
He was unconscious, and yet I still felt uncomfortable. I almost wished that he'd be mad as hell at me when he woke up. I deserved it. Ivy told me everything I missed during my spell of control, and I only agreed with one thing she'd said.
"... if she had a strong enough will, I think she would have broken free by now..." I repeated in bitter hate. 'Strong enough will'... but maybe she was right.
I winced as the wind blew at the cuts on up my forearm. I wasn't any masochist, but I was damn glad that Will got a hit in on me, too. It was fairer that way.
Still. I'd beaten the shit out of him.
I glanced over at him. He looked peaceful enough, muttering. He was regular sleeping, and not in a coma, by some grace of whoever was up there in the sky. It had to be that the Red-Eyes DNA, or something enhanced him. If he wasn't... well, I didn't want to think about that.
I walked over to his bed and tucked him in, even though he'd just kicked them off. His wounds were healing alright, but he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at LEAST a week. If that short.
I snorted to myself; that would piss him off a LOT. Will was always the type that had to be up and about.
Come to think of it, I'd known Will for a while. We'd never really talked, seeing as boys and girls hung out in their own specific gender groups in the 3rd grade, but I'd see him around. Playing Duel Monsters (and kicking butt), talking to Blaine, who was about four years younger than him, and still in preschool. Blaine had flunked out of a lot of his grades. It wasn't like he was stupid; he just learned differently.
Will always had a short temper. He's yell and curse at the other kids who got to close to his brothers, and leap animatedly on the other boys, punching their faces in whenever they insulted his broken family.
I'd felt bad for him, but I was shy bordering on antisocial. I didn't want to go talk to him.
Ivy had been my best friend since we were two, and remained my one and only friend all throughout my life, until now. And she and I were sixteen now.
In all honesty, the four of us wouldn't even BE here together by free will. Ivy didn't get along with Will too well, and I didn't get along well with either Will or Blaine. Will didn't much like Ivy, or me and Blaine was shy towards everyone. But all of these were subdued, not dynamic at all. We all cared for one another, though it went unspoken.
I heard a groan, and nearly screamed like a little girl.
Will was coming to, slowly. He rolled over, kicked the covers off, buried his face in the pillow, muttered "... ouch..." and sighed heavily, all before he opened his eyes. "... Unnnhh...?"
"'Unnnhh' to you to." I said, hopping off the bed and checking his temperature. "How do you feel?"
"Like shit."
"Ahhh."
We were quiet. Will closed his eyes for a few moments, and I thought maybe he'd drifted back off to sleep.
"... Listen, about ... about the duel. I'm... I'm sorry."
He opened one eye and looked over. "No, it's not your fault." Suddenly, anger re-flared in his eyes, like a torch that had been re-lit. With gasoline. "It's HER fault. SHE was the one attacking me, not you. If anything, I should... I mean, I attacked you out of my own free will..."
I sighed. "No, I'm glad you did. You had to... besides, I think I did a bit more damage..." I grinned sheepishly.
"Oh, sure, RUB IT IN, eh?" He grumbled, yawning and shifting.
"Still... I could have done SOMEthing... I could have-"
"Don't angst so much, you're giving me a headache." Will muttered, sedated again. He yawned and rolled over, facing the empty bed next to him. I could actually SEE him tensing. "Where's Blaine?"
I felt a pang of pity for the tone of panic in his voice, and before I could be all though, I put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it. "Don't worry, he just went walking with Ivy."
"Oh. Okay, as long as he's with someone..." he muttered. I felt a twinge of guilt, that wasn't completely the truth. Blaine and Ivy were both out, I just hoped that they found each other.
"So Will, do you think... Will?" I peered at him.
Sound asleep. I laughed slightly and rolled my eyes. I re-tucked him and threw myself down on my own bed. Poor guy; he'd only stayed awake long enough to find out where his brother was. Now, he'd probably be out for another five days or so.
I closed my eyes and groaned. I was aching, really, but it just felt like I'd gotten into a bike accident. Will probably felt like he'd been hit by a bus.
I looked out the window at the stars. Amazing, that there were STARS here at night. The sky in the daytime was so abnormal, either shadowy or teal, depending on whether we were out of the girl's home or not. Yet, at night, things seemed almost like they were at home.
Home. I groaned at the thought. What I wouldn't give for a shower? And some of Dad's cooking.
Well, Will was alright; that was really all I had been staying awake to see. I closed my eyes and let myself drift, hoping in the back of my mind that Ivy would get back soon with Blaine...
And then the door flew open.
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{A/N: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
A. a cliffhanger,
B. INCONSISTENCYYYYY!!!!!
Dammitdammitdammit! I'm more upset about B than I am A. I'm gonna have to work my butt off to even out the flow between these two versions. At the rate I'm going, the stories gonna fork off and have two totally alternate endings, just because Ebon is a boy in one and a girl in the other!!! WHYYYYYYYYYY???!!!
Oh well... it's not the end of the world. And I DID steal the line about a Blaine from a commercial. I LOVE THAT DAMN COMMERCIAL!!! (sobs) o.O ( I love that face. That one, and ( O_O are my favorites.. @.@
I'm sooooo tired, I think I'm gonna die. It is almost 2:45 right now, (a.m., that is) and I WANTED TO SLEEP THIS WEEKEND!!! Nooooo! Wanna hear grown-up Will's voice??? SURE ya do! Just go and listen to "To Where You Are" by Josh Groban. (Did I spell that right?) And Doppelganger sounds like ... grown up Simba... in "Hakuna Matata"... I think...?? (Yes, I will STEAL all the good male voices!!! EYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!)
@.X Don't mess w/ me, I have a bottle of cucumber shampoo, you stupid song titles...
I gotta sleep, I'm ruining my generally sane reputation here...
I shall see you again someday, dear readers. Someday...
~Demon, the EXTREMELLY SLEEP DEPRIVED AND DEMENTED~}
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Chapter Eight: "Don't Angst So Much, You're Giving Me a Headache"
(Ebon's P.O.V.)
I pounded my fist into the bed for the umpteenth time since we'd brought Will back up to the room. Ivy had requested that I stop barraging the door and walls, since it made too much noise. And hell, I didn't want to wake Will up. Poor guy had been through hell already. It was the least I could do.
I slammed the pillow again, though. If I hadn't hated her before, I hated her now. That girl was only on my nerves before; now, she was on my hit list. How DARE she actually manipulate my mind, into hurting one of my friends?!
Groaning, I slumped against the wall. Ivy wasn't in right now, and neither was Blaine, come to think of it. Blaine had gone out walking a while back, but he wasn't back yet.
That left Will and me alone in the room.
He was unconscious, and yet I still felt uncomfortable. I almost wished that he'd be mad as hell at me when he woke up. I deserved it. Ivy told me everything I missed during my spell of control, and I only agreed with one thing she'd said.
"... if she had a strong enough will, I think she would have broken free by now..." I repeated in bitter hate. 'Strong enough will'... but maybe she was right.
I winced as the wind blew at the cuts on up my forearm. I wasn't any masochist, but I was damn glad that Will got a hit in on me, too. It was fairer that way.
Still. I'd beaten the shit out of him.
I glanced over at him. He looked peaceful enough, muttering. He was regular sleeping, and not in a coma, by some grace of whoever was up there in the sky. It had to be that the Red-Eyes DNA, or something enhanced him. If he wasn't... well, I didn't want to think about that.
I walked over to his bed and tucked him in, even though he'd just kicked them off. His wounds were healing alright, but he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at LEAST a week. If that short.
I snorted to myself; that would piss him off a LOT. Will was always the type that had to be up and about.
Come to think of it, I'd known Will for a while. We'd never really talked, seeing as boys and girls hung out in their own specific gender groups in the 3rd grade, but I'd see him around. Playing Duel Monsters (and kicking butt), talking to Blaine, who was about four years younger than him, and still in preschool. Blaine had flunked out of a lot of his grades. It wasn't like he was stupid; he just learned differently.
Will always had a short temper. He's yell and curse at the other kids who got to close to his brothers, and leap animatedly on the other boys, punching their faces in whenever they insulted his broken family.
I'd felt bad for him, but I was shy bordering on antisocial. I didn't want to go talk to him.
Ivy had been my best friend since we were two, and remained my one and only friend all throughout my life, until now. And she and I were sixteen now.
In all honesty, the four of us wouldn't even BE here together by free will. Ivy didn't get along with Will too well, and I didn't get along well with either Will or Blaine. Will didn't much like Ivy, or me and Blaine was shy towards everyone. But all of these were subdued, not dynamic at all. We all cared for one another, though it went unspoken.
I heard a groan, and nearly screamed like a little girl.
Will was coming to, slowly. He rolled over, kicked the covers off, buried his face in the pillow, muttered "... ouch..." and sighed heavily, all before he opened his eyes. "... Unnnhh...?"
"'Unnnhh' to you to." I said, hopping off the bed and checking his temperature. "How do you feel?"
"Like shit."
"Ahhh."
We were quiet. Will closed his eyes for a few moments, and I thought maybe he'd drifted back off to sleep.
"... Listen, about ... about the duel. I'm... I'm sorry."
He opened one eye and looked over. "No, it's not your fault." Suddenly, anger re-flared in his eyes, like a torch that had been re-lit. With gasoline. "It's HER fault. SHE was the one attacking me, not you. If anything, I should... I mean, I attacked you out of my own free will..."
I sighed. "No, I'm glad you did. You had to... besides, I think I did a bit more damage..." I grinned sheepishly.
"Oh, sure, RUB IT IN, eh?" He grumbled, yawning and shifting.
"Still... I could have done SOMEthing... I could have-"
"Don't angst so much, you're giving me a headache." Will muttered, sedated again. He yawned and rolled over, facing the empty bed next to him. I could actually SEE him tensing. "Where's Blaine?"
I felt a pang of pity for the tone of panic in his voice, and before I could be all though, I put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it. "Don't worry, he just went walking with Ivy."
"Oh. Okay, as long as he's with someone..." he muttered. I felt a twinge of guilt, that wasn't completely the truth. Blaine and Ivy were both out, I just hoped that they found each other.
"So Will, do you think... Will?" I peered at him.
Sound asleep. I laughed slightly and rolled my eyes. I re-tucked him and threw myself down on my own bed. Poor guy; he'd only stayed awake long enough to find out where his brother was. Now, he'd probably be out for another five days or so.
I closed my eyes and groaned. I was aching, really, but it just felt like I'd gotten into a bike accident. Will probably felt like he'd been hit by a bus.
I looked out the window at the stars. Amazing, that there were STARS here at night. The sky in the daytime was so abnormal, either shadowy or teal, depending on whether we were out of the girl's home or not. Yet, at night, things seemed almost like they were at home.
Home. I groaned at the thought. What I wouldn't give for a shower? And some of Dad's cooking.
Well, Will was alright; that was really all I had been staying awake to see. I closed my eyes and let myself drift, hoping in the back of my mind that Ivy would get back soon with Blaine...
And then the door flew open.
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{A/N: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
A. a cliffhanger,
B. INCONSISTENCYYYYY!!!!!
Dammitdammitdammit! I'm more upset about B than I am A. I'm gonna have to work my butt off to even out the flow between these two versions. At the rate I'm going, the stories gonna fork off and have two totally alternate endings, just because Ebon is a boy in one and a girl in the other!!! WHYYYYYYYYYY???!!!
Oh well... it's not the end of the world. And I DID steal the line about a Blaine from a commercial. I LOVE THAT DAMN COMMERCIAL!!! (sobs) o.O ( I love that face. That one, and ( O_O are my favorites.. @.@
I'm sooooo tired, I think I'm gonna die. It is almost 2:45 right now, (a.m., that is) and I WANTED TO SLEEP THIS WEEKEND!!! Nooooo! Wanna hear grown-up Will's voice??? SURE ya do! Just go and listen to "To Where You Are" by Josh Groban. (Did I spell that right?) And Doppelganger sounds like ... grown up Simba... in "Hakuna Matata"... I think...?? (Yes, I will STEAL all the good male voices!!! EYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!)
@.X Don't mess w/ me, I have a bottle of cucumber shampoo, you stupid song titles...
I gotta sleep, I'm ruining my generally sane reputation here...
I shall see you again someday, dear readers. Someday...
~Demon, the EXTREMELLY SLEEP DEPRIVED AND DEMENTED~}