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"I have an alias now, y'know." I turned around and faced BB straight in the eyes, "Cy." His hair wasn't spiky and gravity-defying anymore; it was flat down, but spiky at the bottom part that touched his shoulder. However, he did have his makeup reapplied. My eyes traveled to look at his hair, and got the strange impulse to reach out and touch it. I reached up and twirled a piece of his hair around my finger. It felt like silk. I looked back to his face and said, "Your hair is really soft!"
He then got this weird expression on his face; one mixed with surprise and confusion. I laughed nervously when he smiled wickedly, "You could always feel it a little more if you'll take me up on my offer, and come with me to my room."
"BB!" I gasped, blushing intensely. Sudden intense feelings washed over me as I recalled my dream from this morning. He broke out in laughter.
He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer,"What do you say?"
I began squirming in his grasp and once again and blushed even harder. If that's even possible. "As much as I would love to… I'll have to decline that offer… but thanks anyways." I winked, hoping my blush was going down.
He smirked at me evilly, "How about something else, then?"
"How about no." I placed my two hands on his chest and attempted to push him backwards, without using my otherworldly strength. But it failed; he just stood in one spot with an amused expression on his face.
"Going anywhere?" He whispered quietly.
"Apparently not." I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.
We had a small stare off; him with a sly smirk and me frowning. "Damn it BB, move!"
"I dunno. I rather like our game of cat and mouse," He whispered.
"'Cat and mouse'?," I scoffed, "Not hardly. I think it's more of a lonely psychopath chasing after a poor defenseless girl."
His grip tightened around my waist slightly and he lowered his face down to my ear, "You're right, my dear Cynder. I have been lonely lately; I do believe I am in need of female companionship." His voice lowered to the point where he was saying it in a soft growl.
He pulled his head back, and stared me dead in the eye, grinning from ear to ear. I thought for a moment and sighed "Then I guess I can provide you with that."
I threw my arms around his neck and leaned against him. He seemed surprised for a moment, but then grinned. I closed my eyes halfway and traced small patterns on his neck. I brought my face next to his and whispered, "I think I'm going to have to start calling you Diablo." I placed my forehead against his, my hands running through his silky hair, massaging the back of his head. His eyes eased closed as I did so.
"And why's that?" He barely whispered out.
I placed my mouth right underneath his jawline and stated softly, "Because you're so devilishly malicious." A low growl emanated from his chest as I ran my hands over his shoulders and onto his torso. I chuckled as he shuddered from underneath my hold, "Cy- One, BB- One." And slipped out of his grasp and ran off down the hall, and up several flights of stairs, startling some kids I ran past.
I kept going until I reached the top floor, which was significantly smaller than the rest of the house. The stairs broke off into one small hallway, with one door to the left, right, and dead ahead. Curiosity peaked my interest and I sauntered down the hall to the door on the left. In crude red letters, barely legible on the mahogany door, was "Keep Out." I gave a quick look around the area and noticed the plethora of spider webs that littered the corners of the doors and hall, some occupied. Thick layers of dust coated the floors and door handles, looking like low fog inside the house. I turned my attention back to the door and grabbed hold of the handle and gave it a small turn. Locked.
I sighed and placed my hand on the door, ready to fade through. Suddenly, an intense burning sensation scorched my entire hand and arm. It took all of my will power to not cry out and give away my position. I hissed and withdrew my hand back to my side. I ran my silver-coated nails down the length of the door, hearing a sizzling noise. "What the actual hell?" I thought, dumbfounded, "A locking rune? To keep out demons, no doubt." My eyebrows raised in suspicion, "Perhaps this place holds more secrets than it led on…". I stood back a few feet and kicked the door as hard as I could, creating a loud banging noise. The door didn't even budge. I growled in frustration, I'd have to satisfy my curiosity later. I moved onto the door across the hall and pushed it open.
Nothing but cobwebs and empty flooring. I grinned to myself, "Maybe I can make this a little hangout later.". Closing it gently, I moved onto the third room and pushed the door open, as it wasn't closed. Rows and rows of boxes lined the walls, and in the dead center of the room a small box with a slip of folded paper underneath it rested. Cautiously, I walked over to the wrapped box and knelt down in front of it. Grabbing the box with one hand, I picked up the paper in the other and gasped when I seen the words, 'Cynder Sidera Kaideth' elegantly wrote on the front. Looking back and forth between the two, I wondered which one to open first. I stood back up and heard loud clanking of footsteps behind me. My breath hitched in my throat as I thought fast of what to do.
I stuffed the letter in my back pocket and rushed out of the room, carefully closing it behind me. Looking frantically around me, I entered the completely empty room next to the room I was in and held myself against the wall next to the door, clutching the present close to my heart. I attempted to steady my breathing as the footsteps drew nearer and nearer. I glanced at the foot of the door and seen the shadow of two feet leisurely making their way across, but ended up stopping right in front of my door. Adrenalin started to pump through my veins as I seen the door handle turn, ever so slowly. The handle kept turning and turning until it just stopped altogether. Whoever it was on the other side of the door released the handle quickly, causing it to snap back into place, making a sharp noise that made me jump.
Footsteps walked down the hall until I heard the other door open. I waited a few seconds until I peeked my head out, and seen the faint, black silhouette of a man in the room at the end of the hall. I eased the door shut behind me and made a break for the stairs, almost flying down them in my rush to get away. I stopped, however when I reached the bottom of the second floor staircase and noticed a certain Devon walking down the hall with another hooded kid next to him.
"Cynder?" He called out confusedly.
"Hi, uh, can't really talk right now, gotta go, bye!" I stammered out quickly, completely out of my nature. But my curiosity was slowly eating away at my insides, one bit at a time. I jogged down the hall and into my room that I was slowly becoming accustomed to. Stepping into my room, I flipped on the fan and light, closing the door behind me and flipping it locked. Setting the box down onto my dresser, I pulled out the note and did the same. I snatched a scrunchie off of the dresser and tied my hair back. I sat on the bed and pulled the note off of the dresser and sat Indian style on my bed. Unfolding the letter, I fidgeted several times, my heart racing to the point where I thought it was going to explode. I started to read the letter;
'Cynder Sidera Kaideth,
Greetings, Selene. Do not be alarmed to find this note waiting for you. Everything will make sense soon-'
A knock at the door sounded, interrupting me from finishing the letter. Quickly stuffing the box and the letter in my dresser, I groaned and stalked across the room, very displeased at my sudden interruption. "What in the bloody fu-" My eyes widened in surprise when I noticed it was Devon who knocked, and his friend in the hood.
"Hey, can I come in?" He asked rather tentively.
Unsure of how to act in this situation, I nodded and stepped aside. He and his friend walked in, sitting on my bed and chair. I crossed my arms and stared at them for a moment as the hooded guy sighed. He sat forward, leaning his elbows on his knees and pulled his hood down. The guy must've been around 17, with an angular face, high cheekbones, bright blue eyes and short black hair that slightly curled at the nape of his neck. There was an odd alluring air around him, 'a little too odd'.
"Well?" I snapped. "Are you just going to sit there and stare at me, or are you going to actually say something?"
The dark haired kid scowled and glared at me, "This house has limits, and everyone knows their place. A special social chain has been established here, and you have to climb it. I would advise you not to speak to me in such a manner, missy."
"Missy!?" I growled, "Just who in the hell do you think you are?"
He sat forward slightly and stared me dead in the eye, "Someone whom you're going to be getting to know very well very soon."
I stomped over to him and stood in front of him, clenching and unclenching my fists at my sides. I lowered my voice to the point where it was barely audible, "Look. I still don't know who the hell you are, or why you're speaking in fucking riddles, but you need to tell me what you want or get your cryptic ass out of my room."
His face unwavering, he said calmly, "I'm here just to warn you that things aren't always what they seem. Keep your pointy little nose out of places it shouldn't be and on that pretty little face of yours, if you want to keep it. Some things weren't meant but for a few others to see, and you are not a part of those few. The biggest key to surviving in this harsh world we call home is being subservient to those more dominant and in a higher power. In other words; follow what we say, and don't ask questions."
I looked over to Devon, he was being oddly quiet. "Devon." He hummed in respose, "What the hell is this?"
He looked up at me and the kid in the chair laughed darkly, "I thought I made myself pretty clear, you must be dumber than I thought."
My temper flared, and I couldn't control myself. I growled and launched myself forward, gripping the arms of the chairs, digging my nails into them, slightly splitting the seams. The guy leaned back and stared at me, smirking. Oh, how I wished to smack the smirk right off his face. "Listen here, whoever you are. I don't know who you are, or even why the hell you're here. But I do know one thing-"
"Praise the lord, she knows something!" He said, throwing his hands up in the air.
Red hot anger built up in me, and took control of every fiber of my being. I pulled my hand back and slapped his face as hard as I could, a loud 'smack!' resounded around in the room. Devon gasped from beside me and I stared at the guy's face, which had three long scratch marks on his cheek that were slowly dripping blood. His iridescent blue eyes widened, and I could almost physically see the anger that flared up like a rocket as he scowled at me. "Listen, you insufferable ignorant little brat, I came here to ensure that you don't end up like most of us do. But instead of you sitting your short-tempered ass down and listening-!"
The Kid was cut off suddenly by Devon squeezing his way between the two of us and laughing nervously, "Well. This isn't going as we planned, now is it?" He glared daggers at the other. They looked at each other, unmoving, for the longest time. It was like silent communication between the two.
After what felt like hours passing by, the other kid sighed deeply and held up his hands, surrendering. "Okay, okay! Have at it!" He said with a twinge of anger laced within his words. Devon stepped away and I took that as my cue to move back as well. I released the arm chairs and stepped off to the side, beside Devon. The guy stood up with a huff, and stalked across the room towards the door, where he slammed it closed.
I could feel Devon's gaze on me, so I looked up at him. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. His hand traveled up the side of his face and to his temples, where he massaged them. "I do apologize for my friend's behavior. He's been… moody as of late." He looked at me once again and sat down on my bed, while I took the chair. "He didn't even introduce himself, did he?" I shook my head in response. "Figures," He muttered. "That was Donovan, the king of bastards." The moment he said that a voice rang from the other side of the door saying, "I heard that!". Devon laughed for a little bit and replied with, "You were supposed to!" He turned his attention towards me once more.
"So what is it you guys actually want? I'd rather talk to you anyways since, you 'don't speak cryptically'!" I shouted whiling turning my head to the door.
"Well if you weren't so damn thickheaded!" Donovan yelled.
"Enough!" Devon said with much more force than I thought possible. I looked at him, slightly wide eyed. "Now Cynder, He does have his reason for speaking in such a way. But I will admit, he did overdue it a tad bit. We cannot reveal everything to you, as it is not time yet. We are allowed to disclose a tid-bit of information. Your life in this house will not be an easy one, but we are here to help lift this upcoming burden. Even if Donovan is making it seem worse. Your life… is… not quite what it has seemed to be. I-" He paused and sighed for what felt like the millionth time, "And I have no idea how to put my thoughts into words."
I was having an internal battle within myself of weather to believe him or not. "I don't think I like where this is going." I looked up confusedly at him, "Has my whole life been a lie or something?"
He looked at the floor for a second, "Yes… and no. I'm getting too far into the matter, aren't I?" He asked more to himself than me. He stood for a second and started walking towards the door.
"Wait!" I said rather loudly, and grabbed his arm. "Does this have anything to do with BB?"
He stopped, dead still for a second and looked back at me, slightly wide eyed. He tore his gaze away from me and looked ahead at the ground, "Yes and no."
I groaned in frustration, "What does that even mean, Devon! Yes and no, ambiguous explanations, I don't want vagueness. I want clear truth!" I pulled him back some and made him look at me. Small amounts of anger started to boil inside me that only intensified when all he did was cast a sad glance my way. I didn't notice my grip had tightened until Devon winced. I let go and walked away, turning my back towards him, "Fine. Fine! Go then with your little boyfriend Donovan then."
"Now you know it's not like that. I would tell you more, but I literally can't! Cynder, you've got to understand! Everything will become clear all in due time."
"Devon, come on!" Donovan beckoned.
I turned my head and narrowed my eyes at Devon, "Yeah, yeah, just go. Your 'significant other' calls for you anyways,"
Devon sighed faintly, "Alright. I'm not going to argue the fact anymore." I felt his hand on my shoulder, but I refused to turn around. "Just know that Donovan and I are here for you in case you ever need us, alright?"
I stood stock still, not moving whatsoever. I guess he finally took the hint, and removed his hand from my shoulder and walked out, closing the door gently behind him. I felt my anger rise at my frustration and confusion from the past event and breathed out profoundly. I fell face first onto my bed and bit my lip hard in attempt to hold back my scream of irritation. After a while, I sat back up and wondered briefly if BB was still searching for me. I got up off of the bed and flicked open the curtains. The sun was setting already .I thought for a moment before getting an idea that I hadn't done in forever. I looked upwards at the ceiling and shot upwards, fading through the wall and onto the roof.
I ambled over towards the edge of the roof, being cautious as not to fall off since it was angled at a sharp degree. I eased myself down and let my feet dangle as I watched the sun descend into the hills. I facepalmed when a sudden thought accured to me, I could have faded through the floor when the man came up to the attic. I sighed at my lack of common sense. A sharp pang of nostalgia hit me, and I remembered when my dad and I went up onto the roof every night to watch the sunset. We spent our nights up there, on every roof of every house we had ever been to and just talked and laughed the night away. My parents and I moved around a lot… as in every few months to try and avoid the council from discovering him and my mom. We always moved into the countryside, so the stars were more profound than they would be in the city. But the last month before dad "left", everything changed. His attitude was more cautious, and he hardly ever left the house. I rarely seen him out of his room, and only did when he took food back with him. Over the time, our time spent together was little to none, then nonexistent all together. We scarcely spoke or interacted, and at the time I never knew why. I always cried to mom about it, and she told me to be strong. That dad was going through some tough times at the moment. I believed her at the time. I refused to want to think anything different. I chose to be ignorant about the matter.
How stupid I was.
I chose to live in a fantasy. A fantasy where we were a happy family. Where we had nothing to run from. A, daresay, normal life. But there is a reason why a fantasy is not called a reality. I set myself up for disappointment, in the end. For grief. My mother just added to it. I sighed, 'enough of these thoughts' I scolded myself. I turned my attention back towards the sun and caught the last glimpse of it fade from the sky. I stayed motionless for a few moments, attempting to muster the will to move. Eventually, I was gifted with that will and sat up with a groan. I turned around and clambered my way onto the top of the roof where I gave one last look out at the serene environment. I tentatively walked to the other side of the roof and started to gingerly float down into the nearest tree, climbing my way down the rest of it. Once I touched down onto the ground, I made my way back to the house and walked in through the back door. Kids were scattered all throughout the house, laughing and talking, or sitting alone playing with toys or hand-held devices. I started my way up the stairs and back to my room, in hopes of getting some sleep. The way up was quiet. Abnormally quiet. I began feeling a slight sense of paranoia, but brushed it off as my thoughts just getting the better of me. I finished my ascent up the stairs and locked myself in my room.
After a moment of thought, I nearly face palmed again. 'The letter and the box!' I raced over to my dresser, nearly ripping the drawer out of its hold. Snatching the letter from its place I unfolded it once more and read it again, and again, and again. My eyes widened and I gasped. Dropping the letter, watching as it fluttered softly to the ground.
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"But what does the note say!?" I can bet that was your first thought. I CAN READ YOUR MINDS.
Turns out the house holds secrets after all.
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