I'm back! I know, my chapters are getting shorter...but they'll be back to normal soon, I swear!
Did anyone actually read my bio?
Reviewers! There were so many new reviewers this time; I'm so proud!
K'onix- That's okay, everyone is entitled to their crazy moments... : )
brat-always-day-and-night- I know! What a shock! Heehee!
FieryEyes- Thanks for the compliment! And about your question...well, maybe you just don't like sweets...but throwing up? Areyou by any chance anorxeic? Because that is not good for your health! But then again, we're all different.
kia twee- It probably would...I can imagine Tala shortcircuting in the shower...
Sugar911- I love drama too! Anyway, here's the update!
ariotlatio- Yeah...I really have to keep these people in character! Bad me!
windstar- Wow...nice long review...And I like your syndrome! It seemed very real! I was surprised when you said you made it up.
Inoure- Since you're not telling me your name...I'll just have to guess! Is it...Catherine?
Melitot Proud Eye- Ooh...you're in Italy? So many people from different countries...I feel so international! In Italy, do they pronounce it Kai?
FieryEyes- Hey! You again! Feel free to review as much as you'd like! -smile-
Jello-Is-Evil- I'll try to fit in some Bryan...Don't hate Brooklyn too much!
Glimmern-glitas- I know...But it's all part of the Grand Plot!
Well, enjoy!
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After allowing some time for the shocked exclamations of disbelief to recede, Kai explained exactly what he meant.
" His father meant for him to be the prototype. Now that he's succeeded, Nikita can make his own personal little army." Kai said grimly.
" And he just did that? I mean, if the experiment didn't work, Yuri could have died!" Aya was indignant.
" We're lucky it was successful." Kai nodded.
" But if he wants an army, he'd need other people, right? To do the surgeries on." Mariah furrowed her brow, thinking hard.
" He has other people. Bad news, Nikita Valkov took over a boys' orphanage last month." Emily looked up from her laptop.
" Arg!" Spencer slammed his fist on the table, making the coffee cups shake.
" That darn, blasted – " He swore in Russian angrily. " This hardly seems possible, but –" He broke off.
" It's like something out of a sci-fi movie." Ian joked weakly.
" I'd believe anything of that twisted, demented little freak." Bryan growled, his eyes smouldering. The Russian's large hands twitched, as if he wanted to strangle something.
" So…Yuri is basically a killing machine?" Aya asked, disbelieving.
" Basically." Kai sighed, running a hand through his hair.
" I can't believe that! Yuri couldn't have possibly changed so much! I won't believe it!" Aya leapt up, her eyes blazing.
" Aya…" Kai began in a tired voice. " We've known him for longer than you and besides – " He never got to finish his sentence, for Aya had dashed from the café. Kai shook his head, staring after the girl. He appreciated her sentiments, but wild plunging and random confrontations weren't what was needed right now. They needed to work things out, have a rational plan. Kai dropped his gaze. Aya would come to her senses soon enough.
Aya raced through the streets, heart pounding. She'd make them see. Tala hadn't – wouldn't – change! A good conversation would clear his mind. She's show Kai! Tala wasn't lost, not yet! Finally, she reached the Valkov residence. She sprinted up the driveway and hit the door with a loud thump.
" Tala!" She yelled, knocking. There was no answer. She looked around wildly, and suddenly saw that one of the front windows had its curtains open. Aya could see Tala calmly studying a mathematics text through the glass. A sharp anger filled her body. She knew he could hear her.
She hammered on the aspen door, noticing dark patches appear on the light wood. It was starting to rain.
" Tala!" She cried, hitting the door until her fists were red. " Yuri! I don't care what your father did to you! No one does! Please, Yuri! You couldn't have changed that much!" She slumped against the door, pressing her forehead to the wood. " I still love you." Her voice cracked. " Open the door!" Aya got up again, determination re-sparked in her eyes.
" Let me in!" I just want to talk to you!" She pounded furiously on the door with her raw hands.
" I'll wait here forever if I have to!"
Minutes later, she dropped her fists. Abusing the door wasn't going to help. Aya carefully stepped back until she was in clear view from the room Tala was in, and she proceeded to wait. She planted her feet firmly, a stubborn expression on her face.
Tala was plainly ignoring the commotion outside, resolutely staring at the workbook in his hands, scribbling an answer down here or there. Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder sounded, and sheets of silvery rain washed upon the windows. It was really raining now, but Tala was oblivious.
Aya glared at the offending boy from where she stood, not noticing the rain that soaked her clothes and plastered her hair to her head. " I will wait." She muttered fiercely to herself, her eyes hardening. But her own steely resolve had no effect on the weather, and still the rain poured down.
Aya shivered involuntarily. The temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees, and the cold chilled her to the bones. But, amazingly, after a while, the chill was lifting! In fact, she felt quite warm, and was even a bit light-headed!
She giggled suddenly, delirious. She spread her arms wide to welcome the cool rain, spinning on the spot. But just as soon as it had begun, Aya's fit of giddiness stopped and she abruptly dropped her arms, burning tears coming to her eyes. She was insane, this was insane! Oh, she could pretend to be strong, but was she really? Was she? The pain in her heart seemed much more than she could bear.
No! Aya squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She couldn't give up yet! Tala could be saved! He would! A sob escaped Aya as she swayed unsteadily. He said he loved her…he said…
Aya's eyes fluttered open a bit before closing again. With a thud, she fell to the wet pavement.
" Yuri…" She whispered. It was the last thing she said before the blackness over took her.
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In the pale morning light the form of the collapsed girl was clearly visible. Tala stared at her, his expression unreadable. Finally, his lip curled with something akin to disgust, and he stepped over her, walking down to the sidewalk. He didn't once look back.
A few hours later, Aya's eyebrows twitched. She groaned, slowly opening her eyes. The world swam in her unfocused gaze. With a great amount of effort she pushed herself into a sitting position, supporting herself with her trembling arms. Her head hurt; there was a distant pain throbbing in her temples.
So. He hadn't come after all. She had been wrong. It had been a lie. He didn't really care. Aya wasn't too bothered over this yet; everything seemed to be detached from her world. She grunted, shaking slightly as she stood up. Her clothes were still wet from last night.
She began to walk down the driveway, and away from the stately white house. Slowly, she picked up her pace until she was in a flat out run. She didn't know where she was going, just – just somewhere far away. Far, far away.
The surroundings began to blur, mixing into one bit strip of green and brown and blue. She ran until she was suddenly confronted with a bright splash of colour. Aya blinked in confusion. She was in the park where she had first found Tala, and there was a large neon purple elephant in front of her. And, on the elephant was…
" Brooklyn." She gasped, tears coming to her eyes. " Brooklyn!"
Brooklyn had been sitting on top of a plastic elephant when he heard his name. He had turned, and seen a pathetic sight. The love of his life completely wet and bedraggled, with scrapes on her elbows and knees, and wide, nervous eyes.
He quickly dismounted and looked at her in disbelief. " Aya?"
She ran towards him, taking him by surprise. She hugged him tightly, sobbing into his clean, white shirt.
" Aya…" Brooklyn murmured sympathetically, holding her just as tightly, rubbing her back. He didn't know what had happened, but whatever it was, he was positive it had something to do with a red-haired Russian boy.
Aya sniffed, clinging to Brooklyn for dear life. He was so warm and calm, so comforting. She looked up at him. So warm…She thought sleepily as his lips touched hers, soft as sunshine. She snuggled closer, inhaling the strong scent of honey and daisies.
So warm…
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