A/N: HEYYO!
Ravenshade101: Yes, lol that was hilarious! Did my Rob Ford reference remind you of that? I told you the epic idea. OMG I am seriously SO excited to make them meet! TEEHEE! He's in this chapter, are you as excited as I am? I doubt it. Tris: My god Tris…
I OWN THIS MORE THEN I DON'T! WHOOHOO!
Also, you should probably know that Sophie, Mika, Hunter and Kayla aren't going to be in this chapter.
Chapter ten
River, the Doctor and Quentin Nox
3rd person POV
"Of course," River sighed as the cliché henchmen chained her beside the Doctor, "she's not human. That should have killed her!"
"I'm just glad you're okay," he said, pushing his face into her hair and kissing the top of her head repeatedly, "when I showed restraint she burnt me half to regeneration."
"Oh, sweetie!" she looked at him with worried eyes, "are you okay?"
"I am now," he smiled at her.
"Shut up," she teased.
"River, dear, I thought you knew me well enough to know, I will never pass up the chance to annoy you."
"As would I, sweetie," she placed a quick kiss on his lips.
"Oh, stop it!" Angel-Rose exclaimed, "You're going to have to pull yourselves away from each other for a few minutes cause I'm going to introduce you to someone."
The angelic warlock snapped her fingers, and turned her palm to face the floor. As she lowered her hand, the air beside her shimmered, and what seemed to be a glass lowered to the ground. Behind it was a teenage boy with blonde hair and deep gray eyes, almost back. The wall only lowered half way, and the boy angrily leaned against it (which looked really weird because it looked like half a boy was leaning on nothing).
"Hello, Angel-Rose," he said, anger obviously boiling inside him, as he fought to keep his voice calm, "still afraid of me?"
"No need to be so dark, dearest Quinn," she scoffed.
"Only people I like are allowed to call me Quinn," he stated, "people I don't like call me Quentin, and people I hate are usually dead before they can utter a word. You're the sole exception."
"Please Quentin," Angel-Rose laughed, "don't treat me like some stupid, disgusting monster."
"Why shouldn't I treat you like something you are?" he shrugged, "give me one good reason."
Angel-Rose stared at him for a few seconds, and pure hatred filled the space between them.
"As you can see," the girl turned to her other two captives, "he's not the friendliest person in the world, but I'm sure you'll become great friends."
She swung her legs over one side of her throne and leaned her head back on the other side.
"Goodnight!"
After a few moments of all three captives silently staring at the angelic warlock, tiny, and somehow attractive snores were heard from Angel-Rose. This did not faze Quentin or the Doctor, as both and River continued to stare, River with a look of "Oh, look at that" on her face (eyebrows raised, mouth opened in a tiny "ooh").
"So," Quentin said awkwardly, "how's life for you two?"
"Interesting…" the Doctor answered, "why did she leave you where you can get out?"
"She didn't," he shook his leg and the sound of chains rattling informed the couple of his… enchainment.
"The chains are magic," Quentin exaggerated the syllables in magic, finally looking over at his partners in captivity, "not only prevent me from leaving, but also prevent me from using my epic powers that are… epic and could allow me to escape like that," he snapped his fingers.
"So you have a TARDIS?" the Doctor asked him.
"Nope, just me. Also, TARDIS's are kinda like," he then made the sound of the TARDIS, snapping his fingers every second.
"Alright, I get it."
"I just dissed your TARDIS, Mr. Doctor," Quinn laughed.
"He is right, Sweetie," River smiled.
"Shut up," the Doctor mumbled, genuinely annoyed.
One Minute Later
Though it had only been one minute, it felt like an entire lifetime to Quentin Nox's ADD mind, and he had the nerve to start using the small amount of magic Angel-Rose had allowed him, to keep him from bothering her, to do the one thing he felt like doing in that moment. Bother her.
If you're wondering, no, Quentin was not magic himself, but he was just so annoying to Angel-Rose all the time about being- God forbid it- bored that she had passed on a small bit of her Warlock Fire (yes, that's what the author calls it, so shh,) to him. It had worked, he had stopped bothering her. As much.
He conjured up a small, silver flame in his hand- I'm not going to tell you why it's not purple- and formed it into a sharp pebble.
"I thought you couldn't use your powers," the Doctor said, indignant.
"These aren't mine," he smirked and did what was probably the most dangerous thing he could to himself at that moment; he threw the pebble.
Right at Angel-Rose's forehead.
Her eyes snapped open, she sat up, light speed, and whizzed to face her least favorite captive with the most terrifying look you couldn't ever imagine on her face.
"Ow!" she whined, "what the hell was that for?"
And Quentin Nox burst into laughter at the most powerful and dangerous teenager in the world.
"I hate you," she complained, "so very much. It's a wonder I'm not burning you to a crisp right now. Consider it a miracle."
With the word 'miracle' a flicker of sadness, regret, and guilt flashed across the girl's face, but quickly disappeared and her anger returned.
She stomped back to her throne and pulled her legs to her as she sat down, grumbling about, boys. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Angel-Rose was still only fourteen years old.
What, don't tell me you were starting to imagine her an adult, were you?
"Now," Angel-Rose flicked her wrist and the bowl of Realm Water (remember it? Chapter three?) flew up to her "quietly and undisturbingly amuse yourselves, I need to check up on my sister. And before you ask, Quentin, undisturbingly is a word because I said so."
Quentin raised his eyebrows and scoffed, walking backwards as Angel-Rose raised his jail walls.
Mika Ravenshade, Kayla, Hunter and Angelica Asheart were in the oversized living room of the New York Institute. Mika and Kayla were sitting beside each other on the couch, with Hunter sitting in the armchair in front of them. Angelica was pacing back and forth between them. None of them said a word.
"I can't stand this," Mika whispered, "I've never seen her so… unemotional."
"I haven't known her for half as long as you have," Hunter said to her, "and I still get a feeling something is wrong. Terribly wrong."
"Can memories really have that effect on people?" Kayla asked, worried.
"Must be some terrible memories," Mika looked pitifully at Angelica as she passed in front of her.
"But they aren't," Hunter ran a hand through his hair as he leaned forward, "I saw them, they were beautiful. She had an amazing childhood, everything was perfect. They had loving parents, they knew French and English both just as fluent as the other; their mom spoke only in French around them when they were kids and their dad spoke only English. They were best friends, Angelica and Angel-Rose, then AR suddenly went berserk."
"Like Elsa and Anna," Mika sighed.
"Who?" Kayla asked.
"It doesn't matter," Mika leaned back in her chair, "we just need to figure out how to get her out of zombie mode."
"And what bit her," Kayla sighed.
Angelica suddenly stopped.
"You could just ask," she said softly.
"Sophie!" Hunter exclaimed as all three of them stood abruptly, "wait, what do we call you?"
"My name is Angelica," she smiled at him slightly, "I remember that and it's just as comfortable as Sophie, maybe even more, in fact I'd prefer it, but you can call me whichever you like."
"I prefer Sophie," Hunter smiled at her, "it's more… you."
She blushed.
"Angelica," Angel-Rose whispered, suddenly moving into a scream, "she's remembered!"
A/N: YAY! ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE! I'VE ALREADY WRITEN the final chapter (I didn't know caps lock was on, sorry, LOL) so I really only need to write one more chapter, then onto the next book. I've already written the first eight chapters of that, so I have Writers Block scratched off my list of excuses. You're welcome.
Yes, this book is drawing to an end (short, wasn't it?) and without a battle too. But I promise you, the next one is going to be a lot longer and a lot epicer (I mean, they've hardly done anything yet and I already am so in love with my work.
Love ya!
-Sophia Asheart
