Complications
chapter four
The Discovery
After the most interesting dinner ever Amio helped clean up the kitchen we talked like we always do but the topic we chose wasn't as common as we made it sound. Amio started out in a casuale voice. "Do you think- " Then he paused and looked at me in confution. I understood what he was thinking becouse we've known eachother so long we understand the way we think. So well that most people think we have telepathy and it's realy fun to watch the reaction of us finishing eachothers sentances but as he didn't seem to be able to find the words I let him know I understood by finishing his scentance whith the over bearing question that seemes to be burning him from the inside out. "What marco said was true?" He knoded that I was on the right track. We continued washing the dishes as I put my opinion out in the open "Ya! That was weird." We continued finishing eachothers sentances mid-scentance "I's just that after years of-" "scilance and blank eyes-" "and when he finaly says somthing-" "It's somthing as earth shattering as-" " your not human. " " Ya! " " So do you think it's true?" "I don't know you seem human to me. " "But what about-" He shrugged as the meaning that he understood my side but he couldn't do any thing at the moment to either proof or disproof Marco's claim of my humanity.
He ran his sun taned hand through his ash blonde hair as a nervouse habbit he does when he's not comfortable about somthing and it made me think of whether if I wasn't human would I still be his confidant or would he hate me for being of a diffrant species all together. That is what worries me the most about this perticular situation. Would people run from me or stay? I can't honestly say I know.
We finished the dishes and we went our seperate ways knowing to meet at 6 later in the hide out to sneak into Marco and Sydney's bed room. Once I got back to my room I still couldn't wrap my mind over the fact that it was a real possibility that I wasn't exactly human but no use in worying about it right now. So I practiced my magical shapes of all sorts but by the time 5 rolled around not evan my studies could take my mind off what was going to happen I might be an Inferno Maculus. What ever that was, but it's not human and a humans natural instinct is to attack what they don't understand and an Inferno Maculus is definatly somthing that most humans don't understand or evan know about for that matter! Well Inferno means flame but I don't think I've ever evan heard the word Maculus so hmmmmm. Flame I wonder if I can shoot fire out my hands or fingers, eyes or mouth or somthing but any way atleast now I know where I get my pyro problem hehehe.
I'm actualy starting to wonder if it wasn't some kind of akward day dream or something. As I poked my head out the door to leave while thinking. Well he seems normal for the moment well as normal as a zombie can get. Oh well. Just take a deep breath and whatever happens happens. The end after words thier's nothing I can do to change it. I tiptoed accross the back of the living room while Sydney was imersed in her T.V. program and I quietly snuck down the stairs and to the hideout where I found my older nephew Amio sitting on the floor in the dead center of the room eyes unfocused and afraid skin as pale as if he had seen a ghost. He then seemed to notice I was in the room and stood up and paced the room once then started speaking while pacing a nervouse habit of his and another one was talking a mile a minut which what he was doing now is a very good demonstraition. "We can't seriously be thinking about doing this I mean were not evan alowed in my parenrt's bed room and now you want us to not only go in thier but also find and steal a box of books about Inferno Maculus! It's almost as bad as shop lifting! No! No! No! No we cant! We shouldn't! It's wrong!" He turned to face me eyes wide and fearful as his body pumped whith adrenalin.
I swear somtimes I think our ages were swiched as he looked at me expectantly I told him "If you don't want to or feel endangerd in any way by doing it then don't do it. It's that symple. I'll go alone and tell you about it when I get back ok." He knoded and started concentraiting on righting the now quikened pattern of his lungs. As I started to walk away he grabbed my arm and said "Wait!" I turned and looked at the determined look in his eye. "I'm going whith you I don't want you to go alone. If you get in trouble I'll atleast try to take most of the blame. " I noded my head at him and replied "You know Sydney would puinish me anyways but thankyou, for having my back. Now let's go before the show ends." He knoded and we snuk up two flight of stairs creeping quietly while going through the living room and up to the master bed room on the second floor. We opened the double doors mindful of how loud the squeek is when every thing is quiet. We walked in and looked arond in aw at the king size bed, the arch way into the bathroom, the delacate french art work on the walls, and the many differant kind of dancing dolls on any free surface.
We looked at each other and knew exactly what to do we would both get on either side and look under the enormus bed for any thing that evan looks like a box of books abot a rare magical creature. Well I supose I've got my work cut out for me. I should get started. I dived under the bed and there was a layer of dust probably 3 inches thick literaly! This will not be good for my alergies. As soon as I was done coughing and spluttering I looked around me and there were probably a hundred boxes all brown cardbord and not one of them marked at all! Graet well! This should be fun huuuuuuuuuuuuuu. I started crawling and looking through so much dust and boxes of just plain crap. Personaly I would have through most of it away by now symply to get rid of all this dust. Ow great! I'm already starting to get hives from crawling aroungd on my belly in possibly somthing along what the dust bowl must hav looked like in the great deprestion.
Finaly afer what seemed lik an hour me and Amio met in the middle of the hugest bed ever as a sigh that we were at the end of our game. No box of reading material for the magical creaturly chalenged. Well I guess either both me and Amio were dreaming or crazy. Either way I'm human. Not very exciting I supose but at least it's safer. I got out from under the bed and as soon as we came up Amio looked sad. For what I don't know but at that moment I heard the door handle turn. Oh no! We can not get cought! Evan if I die frome numonia I have to go back under that bed I went back into the dust bowl just as the door opened and I just hoped that Amio got out of there in time. The voice of Sydney was not what I herd when that door opened it was... it was the livly voice of Marco! Maybe I'm not crazy! "You can come out I know your there I'm going to help you find the books." We came out from under the bed sheepishly as he continued. "and by the hives Triston is sporting I'd say ya'll have probably made my job evan esier sympliy becouse you've probably move that least two years of the dust that's been setaling down there. I smiled akwardly as he got down on his stomach and dove into the dust bowl. Coming out minuts later whith a small wooden jewlry box he set it on an open spot of carpet and pulled out a stick of wood waved it and mumbled somthing under his breath and before I knew it there was a fancy laced babe blue trunk in front of me Marco reversed what he just did and it got smaller. Then he picked it up and took i to my room resized it again and left to become a zomby again.
After Marco left we looked inside the box and there was a colorful aray of books of many diferant shapes and sizes. All labled things like Biology of an Inferno Maculas or Biography of a Sub. but no matter how awsome it was it was a mess! not only was it covered in a layer of dust which got on my bed when it was set down. It wasn't organized at all it wasn't evan an organized mess! It was just a mess in general period the end. So first things first get all the books out of the dark box and into the light of my room. Then next was to get all the dust off of all of the hundreds of books so we could see the Titles and we could sort them into the information it portrays. Like Biography an Article a Text book ...ect. I read and read untill I literaly passed out in the middle of the book becouse I was symply so exaghtsed.