End of Summer Special
Chapter 6: Nightmare on my Street
*This chapter is dedicated to my fans {how large or small either way is awesome to have :)} I thank you all new and old for reading this story and taking so much interest in my newbie way writing*
**Sexual reference, some foul language, and other just random things are in this chapter :D**
The area was dark, damp, dripping from leaking pipes a liquid scented so foul, it curdled the sense. Concrete, cold floors, broken glass skinning the souls of the feet until the tips of the blade drip red. The walls, made of a stone material dented with thick ivory and dark crimson. A single wooden chair nestled in the center of the darkness, rusted chains and nearly splinted wood, jagged and sticking out in various locations. Voice echoed off the walls, whispering, taunting, plotting. The cracks of whips, the screams of the tortured, oh how long she lay in wait for freedom. They test her they do with their various shots and combat arenas. It sickens her. She is better off than the other experiments as they call them, but to be caged like an animal, barbaric. She waits in the darkness, her chains long broken off, plotting her escape. Play the part of the weakling she has, slowly day by day breaking the bonds they set upon her. They walk down, she can hear them, their heavy metallic boots and slashing lengths of leather coming closer. She waits, staring at the door, feet in fleeing position. The metal door opens, dark figures standing in the dim candle light. They approach, step by step, echo by echo. They smirk, she can see the intent on their faces. Her eyes morph into a dark blue and she attacks.
I bolted upright, holding back a scream that filled my throat with fear. A slight whimper escaped, but neither boy moved from their position on their cot. Veins pounding, thoughts racing; the scene of a sunrise light illuminating the back cot room of the hospital.
"It was only a nightmare," I mumbled quietly, taking calming breaths to ease the crazed beat within my chest. "A really bad nightmare." A tear fell down my cheek slowly, seeming to make a silent drip sound as it hit the thin white sheet. A nightmare, only a nightmare, I tell myself this yet the haunting figure of imagination taunts me still.
"Jinx?" A voice mumbled off to my left. Blue looked lazily up from the pillow with his face half hidden within the fluff of the white casement and cotton. "What are you doing up so early?" I wiped the sign of a tear in a lazy back of hand motion used when waking up to rub eyes.
"Nothing, just could not sleep is all. Why are you up?" Blue glanced around the room, every once in awhile his gaze would glide by Joe and then the door where Alex usually appears from.
"How bad did I harm you?" He whispered so quickly, so abruptly, it took a minute before I actually understood what he had said. I blinked, just staring at that fairy that is not hovering over his shoulder. (No really it was.) Slowly, I brushed my hair out of the crooks of my neck, holding it behind my head to present the markings that began to fade from that night. Blue sat up abruptly, muttering curses under his breath. His hand reached out, brushing ever so lightly on the marks. A warm touch with a cool bitter edge on rough fingertips cared for slightly after a hard working day. His scent, a musky oak and pine combination much like the forest that borders majority of the land. I leaned in ever so slightly, memorizing the scent the best I could.
"Jinx...I..." Blue pulled his hand back, staring at it himself with disgust. " I did not mean...I mean...fuck...I did not think..." I dropped my hair, reaching out to brush the palms of his hands with my fingers in an intricate pattern.
"Blue I understand." His now darkened blue eyes seemed to spark to life; a flame that can only be doused but not extinguished. My pattern stopped when he pulled away only to interlace our fingers together as one. His free hand, steadily rose, brushing a stray piece of hair out of my face. A beating in the distanced filled my head, a pain in my chest thumping quickly and rhythmically behind my ribcage. My throat felt dry as a desert, unable to make out any words or swallow any saliva that lined my mouth. Not that any did at this moment anyway. Blue's face seemed closer somehow, I could feel his pants of breath wash across my face, a slight hint of mint on his breath. Another extreme earthy tone mixing into the pot. His eyes glanced down at my lips, then back to my eyes, almost asking for permission to do what I have only read in my romance novels. So close, so very close, just a small lean forward and his question would be answered.
"Blue? Jinx? What are you two doing up?" A voice shattered the veil of silence, causing a blush to creep on my face and Blue to bounce back. I carefully turned behind me to see Joe sitting upright, a daze, sleepy look in his eyes. I dropped my hair back into place before the bruise could be exposed.
"I could not sleep Joe, no big deal." The voice wavered slightly, nervous as if it were almost caught doing something illegal. But what? His gaze felt calculated, focused on my face with what little focus he had from the morning daze. He seemed to agree with something behind his eyes, but simply replied with a nod.
"You should come sleep in my bed then if you have problems," Just as he said that, Alex walked in, smacking Joe's head with a clip board.
"So Blue, how are you feeling this morning? I assume you did not catch a cold despite the weather." Blue nodded, keeping his head low and out of the line of the piercing gaze. "And you Mr. Trouble?" Joe pouted.
"Why do I get the nickname Mr. Trouble?" Alex just slightly glared. He seemed to be heading for a lecture towards Joe and his wise ass-ness but Alex had started it. Blue took slight discomfort in his spot, every once in awhile fidgeting with the sheet that draped his legs. Although his gaze pointed south, his lips still stood out most with their light pink tint and the fullness jetting out away from the face. I shook my head, feeling the heat rise up to my face again.
'That is just stupid Jinx! Why are you thinking about that?'
'Because you like him.'
'Oh no you don't! Stories start out like this when a love interest is about to happen and I will not have that happen!'
'Damn right this will happen! I created you!'
'No you didn't! My mother did from her vagina and my dad's seamen thank you very much!'
'Oh what ever! I will be back and damn well I will bring some arsenal.'
'Yeah that's right! Run away!'
A dry sensation built up in my throat and an urge to cough came up. I held my throat, letting the spill of coughs fill the room to silence all those talking. Once I could finally breathe (and believe me as attractive as snot and tears look) Alex held a cup of what was most likely herbal tea, Blue had vanished to where I am not sure, and Joe just turned his head while I got readjusted.
"What am I going to do with you Jinx?" Alex sighed, pushing the herbal tea into my hands. I grimaced at the cup, glaring at it as if it would go away. I wish it would go away. Herbal tea, no matter how healthy it is for you just taste plain out disgusting to me. Maybe if I just "accidentally" shoved it onto the floor... or his apron...
"I know what you are thinking and unless you want a tube shoved down your throat I would drink it." Alex mumbled as he walked to check on two other cots from the other side of the room.
"You do not like herbal tea Jinx?" Joe asked extremely close to my ear. A warm, rough texture tilted my face to the side, pushing it slightly up towards a Joe who somehow became taller than me. He inched closer, his breath washing over my lips with a citrus tang. "Would you like me to sweeten it up with my mouth?"
"Joe you are free to leave. I have to work with Jinx." If looks could kill, Joe would be fifty feet underground with more than a dagger to prove the murder. Alex (quite literally) picked Joe up by his collar and threw him out the hospital door onto the rocky pathway. Luckily Joe was unharmed, shrugging off the toss and heading back to work after a day wasted. A thick, clogging lump formed in my throat as Alex turned his heated gaze towards me, stalking with an aura of irritation circling around him. Gina and Martha must of sensed something in the distance or still remained asleep, for they did not show at all during the events.
"Seriously Jinx!" And here goes Alex. "If he gets up close to you like that or makes a remark do something! Do not let yourself be trampled on!" Alex huffed out in one breath. I just stared wide-eyed. Sure he has yelled before, but not with such a tang of care or even a slight tint of jealousy lining the bitter edges of his words. I sipped the cup, forgetting the contents until the thick leaf tasting liquid hit my tongue. It took every ounce of the higher beings not to spit it out.
"Alex...are you jealous?" His face fused up in a bright red, from anger or embarassment I am not sure; however, it quickly left as he continued on with his rant.
"No! I feel that older brothers should look out for their younger siblings quite oftenly!"
"Sooo...you are jealous that the 'younger sister' is getting 'attacked' by a horrible bad man?"
"Exactly!" I just stared, placing my still full cup on a near by table. No way was I going to drink the drink from hell. . Alex coughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head for some strange reason.
"I am sorry for yelling at you. I do worry about you I do. You look so young and frail, like you need a guardian angel."
'I swear to god Jinx I am like your guardian angel to save you from youself.'
"Haha...I guess you are right. Anyway,I am heading out now if that is okay." He nodded, doing one last examination before sending me off into the world. The pathway home was silent, only the occasional scurry of wild animals running by echoed the sound. My house is in view, still broken down from the previous owners but at least still standing. Avery is no where to be seen, probably roaming around with someone or chasing another animal again. So close, one more step and then back to work on the farm.
"Hey." I froze in mid step, the heel of my foot digging into the infertile soil. The voice sounded so close, whispering the words in a dark, haunting manor. "It is good to see the little baby out of the home." I spun all the way around, only air remained behind me. Something brushed past my shoulder, whisking the side of my hair into an upward flutter.
"I will be back for you my darling." The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up, my eyes widened in shock. There was no way he could know where I was, but no matter how much I denied it, his voice rang clear. His touch, cold, heartless, and possessive.
"Shit," I cursed silently under my breath, glancing around to make sure that he was not around. The air was still cool, the leaves still rustled in the wind, the animals scurried around, but there was no other human in sight. I looked back at my house, feeling unsafe and exposed out in the open.
"It was just a figure, a fluke, nothing more." I shivered even more, feeling as though the gaze lingered on places I would normally slap a guy. I sighed, rubbing my arms to take the bitter edge off to no avail. The house is obviously out of the question and it seems that Blue would not want me around. Then again, neither does Kurt but Joe and Woody do not mind me much. I have burdened Alex enough with my beings there, not to mention Dia hates me, so there is only one place to go. The grass crunched down, turning into the pitter of rubble brushing against the ground. A door to a familiar house came into view. My hand raised slightly, tapping the door for an answer. It screeched to life, a light slightly shinning through the crack.
"I need your help."