I had this chapter written out and my friggin comp's not working right so it screwed me over again! I hate this effin thing. Anywasy, here goes chapter twelve (I think.)
Chapter 12
Edward's POV
Blotches of colour, a mask of neutral colours blurred together, covering his eyes. Only the deep red was in detail, only the red. Blacks and whites and grays and browns all whirled together with a light blurring line coming from the side of the picture. Only the red was clear enough for him to see.
Edward couldn't seem to make his mind comprehend what it was seeing. His eyes seemed to know what it was. But his brain couldn't quite put it into place. They were having disputes about what was going on in the painting. No. . . wait. . . not a . . . painting. . .not . . . NO! It was real this was what was happening.
Edward's muscles strained, his eyes glazed over. His arms found the floor and at the same moment he felt a hot rush and a blindingly copper taste in his mouth. Lava spurted up his throat. Exertion, pain, a white hot rush of fluid. Just another bland colour added to the horrible painting before him. But it wasn't a painting. It was real.
Edward ran to the center of the room and began to push the heavy oak chest off of Seth. A piercing scream ripped thru Edward as Seth bellowed beneath the dresser's weight. Seth's head appeared from beneath the dresser.
"Get this thing offa me you idiot!" Seth yelled his voice laced with agony and anger. Seth's face was all wrong. His left eye was bleeding. Well, his left eye socket, anyway. The entire left side of his face was covered in blood. The red. . . dripping. Another piercing scream from Seth brought his upper torso into view.
Edwards arms were muscled but not muscled enough to get this thing off without some pain on his part. His arms straining and shaking as his heart felt like it was going to pound right out of his chest. Strings of flaming blood filled the veins of his arms. It was impossible to lift the thing.
Groaning, from beside the chest of drawers. Edward had to hurry, Seth would be unconscious soon. A wet sound and a sigh. Edward scraped the dresser off the last of Seth's body. He knew the nearest doctor was in Suburbia. He knew what he had to do. Even if they thought that he'd killed Seth, Edward knew it wasn't his fault.
Edward hauled Seth onto his feet and commenced to drag him.
Iris' POV
The car ride back home was an awkward silence. It wasn't as bad as the one they'd had at lunch tho. Everything had gone great with them getting breakfast and buying clothes. But when they sat down to eat a light lunch everything just sort of fell out of place. Iris was confused. She didn't know what she'd done but it had made Kim upset. But she didn't know why. Iris sat looking out the window.
Flash back (lunch)
"So?" Kim asked conspiratorially.
"So what?" Iris had said absolutely oblivious to what Kim was asking.
"So what happened? What was it that made you over the starz this morning?" Kim asked as if Iris should know. Iris should've known, she'd told Kim she would tell her later.
"Well," Iris paused, she didn't know where to begin. So she just told her: "We kissed last night!" Iris blushed furiously.
"Who?" Kim asked.
"Me and Edward of coarse!" Iris said thru a beaming smile. She sighed delightedly. Kim was silent for the rest of the meal.
Back to looking out the window.
Iris hadn't said much after that. She felt like Kim was hurt. She felt like she was responsible for whatever Kim was feeling. Then after lunch everything had picked back up and Kim had bought her the dress that they had looked at but had wanted to look around at other stuff before buying that one. Then, when they got in the car, it happened again. Just because Iris had asked a stupid question. One stupid question had ruined their ride home. Great one Iris!
A few minutes ago. . .
Laughter had filled the car after Kim had accidentally given away one the things that bugged her about Seth.
"Always, I'm not kidding!" Kim had persisted. "Girls always find a way to flirt with him I swear!" Kim had said half aloof and half aggravated.
"And then he just smiles that smile of his and I melt, everytyme," Kim said. Iris had sat and thought for awhile. The silence was comfortable then.
"Kim?" Iris had asked hesitantly.
"Yeah?" Kim had said uncertainly.
"D-do you think Edward and me will be ok?" Iris had let it all out in one nervous breath. She wished that Kim would've replied immediately and said "Yeah, sure, it'll work out!" But Kim hesitated, Iris wished she wouldn't've.
"I-I guess so," Kim had finally stuttered. And then the car had went silent. An awkward silence. It made Iris feel dirty, almost like she was a criminal.
Back to the window. . .
Iris didn't know what was bugging Kim but it had to do with Edward, that much she knew. Iris couldn't quite place what was wrong, but it was. Kim screamed.
"WHAT!" Iris yelled. "WHAT IS IT WHAT"S WRONG!"
"SHUT UP!" Kim screamed. The car jetted forward for about a minute and then it stopped slamming Iris' head into the dash. It wasn't bad enough to bleed, but it hurt like someone had bashed her in the face. Kim reached across the seat and opened the door.
"PUT HIM IN THE BACK!" She screamed. Iris heard Edwards breathing, heavy and harsh like he'd ran for awhile. Then, the car door creaked as it opened and the car jostled and the door shut. Iris felt as if the goose bumps on her arms were going to burst open. Something bad was going on, something that smelled like blood.
Good? Bad? Should I give it back to the original writer? I love you. Please don't send me away. I have really good ideas for the next couple of chapters. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW (RandR!) PLEASE! Monkeys with crown you with bananas and read you bedtyme stories! God bless yall,
-me-
