Thanks to everyone who reviewed. It's been a long two weeks, so sorry for not updating sooner. I haven't slept well and my U.S. History teacher is loading us down with work every night. My sisters driving me crazy with her annoyingness (if that's even a word). And then there's the chaos that is my extended family. Three weddings, one of which may not even happen, an impending proposal due in November and cancer (though the most curable kind) can create chaos in a family like ours. My football team ended up losing homecoming, which really sucked. UofL's quarterback is playin' again, by the way. Anybody see the Miami and Florida International fight? That's just insanity right there. Well, I'm done rambling for now, and geez there was a lot to ramble about that happened in the time span it took me to get this up. Too tired to continue. Enjoy!
"One step forward making two steps back (my oh my)
riding piggy on the bad boys back for life
lining up for the grand illusion
no answers for no questions asked
lining up for the execution
without knowing why."
Shea woke to the steady beat of a heart against her forehead and strong arms wrapped around her. For a moment, all she wanted was to bury her face in the warmth of Wyatt's chest and sleep. Instead, she pulled back and looked up, surprised to find his blue eyed gaze studying her, an emotionless mask covering his face. The memories from the night before hit her like a tidal wave seconds later and she jumped up.
"Oh my God, I have to go," she said, pulling on her clothes. When she finished dressing, she turned to look at Wyatt, who was watching her with the same look he'd had when she'd woken up.
"How do you feel?" he asked, voice cautious, as though he didn't know if he wanted the answer. Shea sighed.
"Scared," was all she offered him. His eyes showed worry for a split second before he harnessed it, leaving them blank again. He stood and dressed, before going to her and pulling her into a hug.
"Of what?" he asked, resting his chin on her head as she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, leaning her cheek against his chest.
"I don't know. I just have this feeling. Like somehow I'm gonna lose you, though I don't know how. I know I'm scared of how Chris is gonna react. I don't regret this, so don't assume that. I just...I couldn't take it if he hated me for it. And I'm scared that...that my heart's gonna break from not being close to you," her voice was quiet and sad, a tinge of fear showing through.
"Chris could never hate you. You're like a baby sister to him. I don't regret this either. And you're one of the strongest people I know. Your heart will hold together. You're a brave person, Shea. As for losing me...I can't promise I'm not gonna go anywhere, but I can promise I will always be near," he told her.
"Do you ever wonder..." she began to ask. Wyatt seemed to just know what she meant. He answered after a moment of silence.
"All the time. The future is terrifying when you don't want to know what will happen in it. Are you ready to go?" he asked. She nodded, wanting to hold onto the moment for as long as she could, but knowing it had to end. When the scenery changed and she found them standing in the hall where it all began, she couldn't help the tears slipping from her eyes and down her cheeks. She turned to look up at Wyatt, seconds before he kissed her, a bittersweet farewell. She watched him shimmer out of the hallway, before the tears really fell.
After wiping them away, she shifted into wolf form and ran through the halls, barely registering anything as she jumped through the broken window and sped down the street. The scent of a demon caught her off guard several minutes later, only seconds before the creature jumped out in front of her. The creature from her dream. She shifted into human form.
"What do you want?" she asked, voice cold as ice, as she brought up a hand to telekinetically throw the demon. Something hit her arm before she could. She didn't even have time to look down and see what it was, as her vision began to blur only moments later.
"Your lover boy. And you're gonna help me get him, pet," she heard, before the world went black.
Chris paced the floor, one arm tucked neatly against his chest, the other hand raised so he could worry his thumbnail away. Bianca was sitting in a chair, watching him. Several other rebellion members stood in the room. Lee finally stepped forward. He was a young man in his late twenties, with brown hair and hazel eyes. He placed a hand on Chris' arm. Chris froze in place and looked up at him.
"We're gonna find her, Chris. Stop pacing or you'll burn a hole in the carpet," he joked. Chris gave him a look, before inhaling deeply and sinking into the empty chair beside Bianca, burying his face in his hands. Bianca laid a hand on his back and rubbed, soothing him some. She had become increasingly better at it. He looked up at her for a moment, still leaning over, hands clasped in front of him.
"He's right, Chris. She'll be fine. We'll find her before anything happens," she stated, voice calm and soothing.
"What if Wyatt has her? What if we never get her back?" he asked, voice threatening to crack. Bianca laid her other hand on his clasped ones and gave a reassuring squeeze.
"We will. Thinking like that won't get her back," she told him. He sighed and nodded.
"I'm responsible for her, Bianca. I can't let anything happen to her. She's basically a sister to me. If I lose her..." he began, but Bianca interrupted with a soft shushing sound.
"She'll be fine. I've known her for a week and I still know that Shea can handle herself. She's one tough girl. Don't worry. She'll be okay."
Chris sighed and looked up at Lee, before asking, "How is the rebellion doing? Holding up fine?"
"Yeah, we're good. We'll be better once Shea is back. You two are important to us. Don't worry. We're exhausting everybody in order to find her. She'll be home soon," he said, a small smile on his lips. Chris nodded and stood, leaving the room. Nobody followed him, like he'd intended. Walking the halls of the rebellion, he promised himself he would get her back somehow.
"You keep watching from your picket fence
you keep talking but it makes no sense
you say we're not responsible
but we are, we are.
You wash your hands and come out clean
fail to recognize the enemies within
you say we're not responsible
but we are, we are, we are, we are."
We Are by : Ana Johnsson