A/N: Ha! Surprise - 2 updates, 1 day! Here is a short short bit from Warren's perspective, terribly written as I can barely begin to imagine how that boy must think. But here is my holiday gift to you! I hope you enjoyed your vacation. This would take place the morning of Day Four from chapter 6. Also, this does not count toward my earlier prediction of 1-2 chapter beings left.
Chapter 7. Recapture Part Deux
Warren's Perspective
I was not a talkative guy. I was not a wordsmith. I'm more of the guy that acts, and does. Usually with aggression, usually with my powers, and that gets me into shit. Like the mess I'm in now.
I'm not like most guys. I don't cheat on my girlfriend, that's what dirt bags do. My mother taught me better than that, but when some chick is practically throwing herself at you what are you supposed to do?
Okay, so she wasn't throwing herself at me. She was more falling at me, or on me. But there was no denying the sexual tensions when she was around, we had chemistry. And that chemistry was the problem. I didn't want to hurt Katie, but I knew I would if whatever with Bethany and I didn't stop.
I was constantly hurting people, disappointing them, with my behaviour. It was never intentional, but it happened, Not recently though. I guess you could say the whole homecoming thing changed me. Or at least, changed people's general idea of my persona. In the aftermath of the dance I suddenly found myself no longer walking through half deserted hallways, or being provoked at every corner. I had friends.
It was quiet; I found Peace.
I'd been on a few random dates with some girls, Katie being one of those girls. She was okay, kind of bland at first like the rest of them. She would say something earnest and because I wouldn't burst out smiling or laughing, she'd cover it up with a snide sarcastic comment, usually self deprecating. After her friend was attacked she really opened up to me though, which was unusual because most of the time I was the one learning to open up. I found I like the role reversal, and I wasn't about to take it all back and throw it in her face so she could shut herself down again. Not on a chance. Not for the psychic - even though she had her moments.
Regardless of my need to distance myself from her to salvage my end of my relationship with Katie, I went to go visit her at the hospital. I tried my best to get there early hoping she been under enough medication to keep her sleeping through the early hours of the morning, luckily I was correct.
Bethany was all tucked in under sheets and soundly asleep. Looking at her I was grateful for the partial indestructibility that prevented me from the harm she had incurred. I saw the thick bandage protruding from under her head where they had to remove the shrapnel of my car. I saw the IV, and the bandages that prevented her from curling herself up in the sheets. It was a good thing there were no mirrors in the room, maybe by the time she would get to one the nasty bruise in her cheekbone would subside.
I wasn't a comforting person, with the exception of wonder boy and the hippie people wouldn't come to me for help or solace from their problems – although they usually just me as a sound box for their issues. Even though she was sleeping, and any attempts on my part would go unnoticed, I was unable to offer her any consolation; I would even know how to attempt it.
It was all I could –and knew how to do – to take the note I had written her on the bus ride here out of my pocket. I burned it in place of a signature and left it on her bedside table before I left.