So, dear reader(s), I begin the production of Chapter Four. I've been thinking that this story might be an interesting manga or anime, but I don't have the skills to illustrate this… I'll attempt to draw the characters… Hope that they don't turn out too horribly, please…
Disclaimer: Only the Characters, the Clarineto, and the plot are mine, nothing else, though I may have taken some writers liberties with certain things.
Chapter Four
The sun streamed in the room's sole window and woke me up. I was nestled comfortably in Logan's arms, and I didn't regret anything that I'd said the previous night at all. Konstantin woke when I did, and he crawled- ever seen a fox crawl? It's really funny- up my side of the bed until he was at eye level with me.
"Riva, we must find out what the clarineto does," he said quietly.
"When? Logan doesn't think that we're far enough from the Magisterium for it to be safe."
"We'll never be far enough away from the Magisterium."
I laid there, a million thoughts racing through my head, wondering how I had been able to play that lament. I felt Logan stir behind me, and I turned away from Konstantin to look at him. He looked so carefree and innocent, with his wavy red hair reaching halfway down his ears, concealing his forehead. And he was lying with his head tilted back over the pillow, mouth slightly opened.
I gazed at Logan, lying there for a few minutes until he woke up. It was definitely entertaining. First, his green eyes snapped open and he stretched. Then he yawned loudly and looked around. There was a split second of shock as he noticed me watching him, but then he relaxed- most likely remembering our conversation the previous night- and smiled lazily at me.
"G'morning," I said cheerily as Mackenzie woke up. "I hope I didn't scare you."
"No, not hardly," Logan replied lazily.
"Liar. I saw your eyes widen when you saw me here."
"Okay, I was scared then, because mostly I remember you trying to kill me."
I sniffed, and pretended to pout. "Is that the best memory you have of me?"
He laughed. "Of course not."
And then Mackenzie butted in. "Get up, lazy asses. We need to get out of here- Konstantin says that he hears people on the beach."
"What?" I said, and looked accusingly over my shoulder at Konstantin. "You didn't say anything to me."
Imagine a fox with an innocent look upon its face. I bet you can't. Want to know why? They're always guilty. But Konstantin tried the innocent look despite all that. "I just tilted my ears at the window, and she assumed that I had heard people." Mackenzie glared at him, which is actually kind of hard to imagine a red panda doing. "Okay, I did hear people. I just never said anything aloud."
Logan sat up, ruffled my hair, and then got out of bed, letting the cool morning air (at least, as cool as it can get in the tropics) under the sheets.
"Arrgh. Damn you, Logan. Now I'm cold… Grrrr," I growled, cursing my luck. Or at least, Logan's decision.
"And you're wide awake, too," Mackenzie observed as she hopped off the bed, following him.
Konstantin gave me a shove in the shoulder with his head and went to the window. I trailed behind him, reluctant to be out of bed, but eventually I got there. The sun was shining brightly, and the waters were clear. I saw footprints on the beach and following them more intently, I came upon a group of Magisterium soldiers, and all of them were sopping wet.
"Logan!" I cried, alarmed. "How'd they get here?"
Logan rushed over for a turn to peer out the window. "Dammit! I thought we'd have an extra day before they figured it out." He lifted Mackenzie up so that she could see over Konstantin.
She whispered to him, and then turned to me. "C'mon, grab your things, grab some food, we need to get the hell out of here!"
I grabbed the little rucksack I had constructed the previous night before my shower for the clarineto, changed while Logan was using the bathroom, used the bathroom myself, and then we were out in the hallway, our dæmons pacing uneasily as I locked the door. We thundered down the stairs, and on the level above the reception area, found a rose trellis that the owner of the place had constructed that led to a back alley.
Which of course, was blocked off. "Dammit!" I shouted. "We're fucking trapped here!"
"Shhh!" Logan shhh-ed, covering my mouth. "Where's the clarineto?"
I pointed at the rucksack on my shoulder.
"Take it out. It'll know what to do," he said, releasing me.
"It'll know? How the hell can that thing know?" I demanded. Konstantin barked quietly, and I remembered our conversation earlier. So I took the clarineto out of the rucksack, and out of its velvet covering, and took a deep breath before putting it to my lips.
My fingers moved without any input from my brain, and suddenly a mesmerizing tune poured out of the clarineto. I could see the notes that I played, and they formed a ring on the brick wall. As I continued to play, the notes disappeared, along with part of the wall itself. I took the clarineto away from my lips, and put it away.
Logan was already halfway through the hole in the wall, which led to a cobblestone street, and Konstantin and I hurried after him. I looked around, and found myself staring down the barrels of several guns, which were held by Magisterium soldiers. A quick glance in Logan's direction showed that he was in the same situation.
The commander of the soldiers was pleased by our sudden appearance, and a quick glimpse at his wolf dæmon showed that we were about to become bullet-ridden corpses.
"Now what?" I asked Logan. Instead of answering me, he winked at me, and then grinned that the commander.
"How's it going, Nialliv?" he asked.
Hehehe- a twist! Don't you love them? Well, since last chapter was long, I made this one a little shorter, so I'm uploading them at the same time! Review, tell me what you like about the characters, or dislike, review some more, and look for more updates!