C.H.A.P.T.E.R.T.W.O.
I don't know why I was so hooked up on getting to the figure, but it was the first source of human life since I got out of the school. Surely that would get anyone who wasn't a loner excited. I wasn't sure how far I had flown anymore, I was just following this somewhat hasty silhouette in and out of the hanging trees, focussing in on as much as I could, which must've helped considering I was only arm-length away from the figure by now.
I could sort of see the figure now. From what I could make out, it was a boy, with Dark bakers-brown hair that darkened to a raven black at the tips. He was a tall, sturdy fellla with muscles showing, but undefined muscles. And from what I could make out, some of those muscles were oozing scarlet red blood.
I tilted my head, noticing the panting that accompanied the blood, as I crashed into what felt like nothing. I plummeted down to the dusty ground, and fell onto my wings which crumpled in as I landed on them. My head was whirring with dizzy spells, until I shook my head and took in what just happened.
My vision narrowed, as I turned my blue eyes back up, and saw a bubbly-like wall before me. Completely see through, but wavered, like a bathroom window. I got to my feet, and raised my hand to it, pressing my hand towards it but feeling some sort of force that was irking my hand and shoving it away.
I bit my lip, feeling slightly irritated by this motion, but then getting as close as I could to the bubble and peering in. I could just about make out the fuzzy glimpse of the boy, gazing at me and crossing his arms.
"Why are you frightened of me scaredy cat?" I asked, smiling a little bit and crossing my arms. "I'm a freak like you." I smiled, stepping back a little from the bubble, but still peering in.
The boy within the bubble grimaced at me, his fists now pushed against his hips, and his lips pursed out in a pouting manner. "Go away. I don't need to talk to some girl." He muttered, glowering at me. It was indistinct through the bubble, but still noticeable.
"Really?" I questioned, still smiling through. "Well, I guess you don't need help with those cuts you have on your body then?"
"No, I don't." He replied bluntly, turning away and no longer studying me. I chuckled and then turned away myself.
"Okay... I can trust you to clean those wounds then before they turn poisonous and start killing every breath of life you could have, each and every day for the rest of your life..." I began to stroll slowly away, waiting for him to pipe up and ask for my help.
"Just a bit melodramatic isn't it?" He sneered from behind with the panting still to follow. He sounded much clearer now, much clearer than when he first spoke in that spiteful tone. I twisted on my heels and looked back at him, smiling when seeing the bubble had vanished and noticing that the boy was now facing me, his lips still pursed as he glared at me.
"Not melodramatic..." I commented, sauntering unhurriedly towards him and folding in my wings smoothly. "Just exaggerating the truth." I attempted a smile, and offered him my hand as I came close enough to come in physical contact with him. "Dream." I introduced, taking a closer look at him. As well as the brunette-to-black hair, he had tortoise-shell green eyes, and a sturdy body. His wings were black, kind of webbed, and spiked in some sense. They were beautiful in one aspect, but dark in another. They reminded me of bat wings. They gradually folded in whilst I gawped at them mindlessly, I must've been freaking him out with the staring. His face itself was somewhat finely defined, and bold. Overall, his figure looked strong, and somewhat magnificent, yet the pouting face took away the beautiful facade.
"Dream about what?" He asked me whilst grimacing at my scrawny, slightly dirty hand.
"No, Dream is my name." I replied, still somehow managing to smile at him with a friendly attitude.
He squinted a little, and then crossed his arms, turning away. "What a stupid name..." I puckered my brow, as I pulled my hand away and shoved it in my pocket, tilting my head at him.
"You're not overly friendly, are you?" I asked with a mope, and a slight scowl.
"I don't need to be, you're no one I need to know." He commented, lowering his head so that the fluffiness of his fringe hung down and bit the tip of his nose. I shook my head with a glower, and rolled my eyes.
"In that case, I'll cover those cuts of yours and be on my way..." I said, grasping his arm and dragging him to a clearing. I felt his arm tense, and then pull away quickly within the first few steps of our walk.
"I don't need some girl to hold my hand." He commented, walking next to me extremely slowly. I raised an eyebrow and then scowled at him with a bitter and snubbed glare.
"Some Girl?" I asked, emphasising the disturbed tone in my voice. "Excuse me, but some girl is trying to help you, and all she's getting is a load of bull."
"What the hell! I didn't ask you to help, you stuck up Blondie!"
"Blondie!" Did he just call me Blondie? He did! He called me Blondie! Okay, here's my top three things to get me wound up. At number three, stealing my food. Number two, locking me up in a dog crate. And at number one, calling me Blondie. Now that was just too far. Blondie for God's Sakes! I raised my foot and stomped it down on his, throwing my rage at him. "Is that meant to sound smart, Batboy?" He fell forwards, groaning and holding his foot.
"How the hell is this meant to help me!"
"It's Not!" I screamed down at him, my face turning red with fury. "Listen here you, if you wanted me to leave you alone then you could've just asked!" I bickered, turning away and storming off with an infuriated trudge. I would speak of my inner thoughts to you, but I'm afraid that they are a bit too graphical and violent for some present, and so I'll just keep them locked up in my head. But seriously, Blondie?
Whilst I was in hysterics and trying to let out my rage a little bit at a time, I heard behind me a mellow chuckle. A chuckle that seemed to throw me off-balance a little, through confusion and startlement. "I'm Ace." He introduced inappropriately.
I slowly turned to him and lowered my brows even more, my head cramping, crowding and complaining with obscure thoughts. There was a silence between us for a moment, as my mouth was open, but no words seem to come out. "Ace... You twat..." I muttered, crossing my arms. "When I'm friendly to you, your mean, but... when I'm mean, you introduce yourself!" My voice had gone mouse style towards the end as my anger seemed to make my throat close up and make my voice squeaky.
"You love it really..." he said, crossing his arms stubbornly and strolling forward. "And you can fix my cuts now, thank you." Ace lowered down to the floor, and sent out his arm to me with an arrogant attitude. I bit my lip, and turned my eyes away.
"I'm not obeying to some snooty kid like you!" I squealed, turning away and crossing my arms. "They'll have to heal on their own."
"Whatever, I don't need the help of some Blondie anyway." I grumbled to myself from that comment, before walking onwards and keeping my eyes ahead of me. Blondie. Sounds like that'll be my new nickname with this kid... "Woah, wait for me."
I snarled back at him and continued forward. "Give my one good reason why I would wait for you."
"Because you wouldn't leave another kid from the school behind to die from poisonous cuts, would you?" I grimaced, and then sighed a heavy sigh. This boy was really going to get on my backside and push my buttons until I go into self-destructing Dream mode, and I already knew it. He noticed my reaction, and strolled by my side with a stupid smirk. "So, what's with that stupid ponytail of yours?" I scowled, and turned to him.
"You're even going to try to insult my hair now?"
"Yes. Until I can see the annoyance literally popping out of your veins."
I raised an eyebrow, trying not to spot the constantly annoying smirk that was pursed against his lips. "What... the hell?"
He chuckled at me, and then used his annoying tone against me yet again. "You love me really..."
"I really don't!" I definitely believe I preferred it when I was meandering on my own through the darker part of the woods...
A/N Hellooooo ^_^
Well, what do you think of Ace right now? I thought this is kinda how boys act at first in most romance novels, and so... eh, just what do you think?
More new OC's to come soon and stay tuned! and remember, keep on reviewing, and I'll tell you the secret! :D
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! :3
Leanne
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