Chapter 8 – Aftermath and Conversations

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Chapter 8 – Aftermath and Conversations

Everyone in the park went silent. They looked from the thoroughly pissed off teenager, to the young man and back again, trying to see which would break eyes contact or move first. Ember made the first move; she threw her precious guitar down on the ground, then stomped over to the boy, balling her fist in preparation to hit him. She stopped in front of him and was retracting her arm when the voice said "I think I can fix this"

She stopped dead. There was a collective disappointed sigh as she put her hand back down by her side and turned to the voice. Skulker was standing where she had been moments before. He was holding her guitar in his hands, turning it over, inspecting it.

"What do you mean" Ember asked without moving from her place before the boy who had caused the initial damage.

The metallic man turned his glowing green eyes on the owner of the guitar in his hands before he replied "I do not think this is beyond repairing, if you wish I could tak3e it to my lair and fix it for you"

Ember remained where she was, not quite sure whether to trust this man. She looked over to Spectra who looked back at her and nodded. While Ember still didn't completely trust her, she trusted her more than she did anyone else here, and if she said it was alright, then it probably was. Besides that, it wasn't as if he could make it worse anyway. "Yes please" she finally answered.

"I should be able to fix it within a week. I will bring it back to you when it is complete" he turned and walked away, and before Ember could shout, asking him how he would find her he had disappeared. As if she were reading her thoughts, Spectra said

"Don't worry sweetie, we'll find you somewhere to live, then he can bring it to you there."

Ember turned away from the boy, who she had momentarily forgotten, and walked back over to Spectra who smiled and encouraged her to talk to the rest of the people left in the group while she and Bertrand went to collect another new arrival. She decided it wouldn't be such a bad idea so, remembering a comment that had been made just after her performance, she rounded on the first person she could think of.

"Johnny?" she asked, her voice still holding a touch of the anger she felt for him about breaking her precious guitar.

"Yea"

"After I finished singing you said my hair went mad, what did you mean?"

"Just that while everyone was cheering your hair kinda, I don't know, stood up"

"Stood up?" an almost comically confused look crossed the teen's face.

"Yea, it stood up" The girl next to Johnny answered this time "it looked a lot like a flame, except it wasn't red, it was blue"

Ember thought about this for a while and realised that she had felt her hair do something, she would have to check next time it happened. As she looked around at the gathered people she found something else that puzzled her, there seemed to be only two eye colours, neon green and blood red.

"Desiree?"

"What does your heart desire?" the genie asked

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask, what colour were your eyes before you came here?"

"Brown"

"And have you noticed that they're red now?"

"Of course I have, I have been here for many years"

"Why did they change then?"

There was a long pause while she contemplated the question. She had never really questioned why her eyes had changed. "To be honest, I've never really thought about it, I just assumed it was part of the process of crossing over. Whether I wished it or not." Desiree answered.

Ember then turned to another person in the group and repeated her questions.

"Technis"

"Yes child?"

She balked at the name and narrowed her eyes at the man in the trench coat before continuing "What colour were your eyes when you were alive?"

"Electric blue…"

Just as he was about to start another rant she cut him off with a curt, 'thank you and proceeded to ask everyone else. She found every one of them had had their eyes change colour when they arrived, to either red or green. Then a thought occurred to her.

"Kitty" the girl looked in her direction "What colour are my eyes?"

"Green" she replied "same as Spectra's"

'Great, my hair, my eyes, my skin, my heartbeat, what else is gonna change here?'

End of Chapter

I'm sorry this one took so long but I had my first exam yesterday and I was too busy with that to concentrate on this. I have two (technically three but two are on the same day so I count them together) more exams next week, then half term break, then the last two are on the day I get back from half term. Then I'm relatively free and should have more time to write. I say should 'cause we will probably start on the A2 courses strait away and that will most likely mean homework.

Anyway, enough with my sorry excuses. The chapter's here and the rest will follow when they can. I promise. I don't intend to abandon this fic.

May the Angels bless you and keep you safe.

Anawiel