Chapter Four

John

"John?" she says, her eyes wide with shock. Six doesn't move, so do I. Sarah is in front of me, wearing a long blouse and skinny jeans, taken aback. I don't know what Six is up to, but if she's already planning a murder right now, she'll give us away. Sarah takes a step forward, as if she's going to hug me, and I quickly grasp Six's hand. Her eyes saw the movement of my hand, and the shock was replaced with hurt. "Are you going to let us in?" Six asks impatiently, her voice cold and bitter. I give her hand a gentle squeeze and she looks at me, pure hate in her eyes, which had started to glow. "C—come in," Sarah says. We enter the house in silence, though I can hear rattling breaths from Sarah as I passed her. The minute we enter the house, Cole whispers, "Awkward." I couldn't blame him. I'm in a house with my ex-girlfriend and the love of my life, which happens to get destructive with one wrong move. Things might get very dangerous.

I take a seat on one of the comfy couches in the living room with Ella beside me while Six remains on her feet, arms crossed with her nails digging into her arm; her body poised and tensed as if she was expecting attack. Typical Six. But when I see the dangerous flash of her stunning blue eyes, I knew that we have to leave as soon as Robert shows up. "Where's Miller?" Six asks just as Sarah enters with a tray filled with glasses of water. She looks up, stares at Six, and nearly drops the tray when she notices the slight glow of Six's eyes. "H—he's upstairs," Sarah replies. She looks at me, as if she's accusing me. Beside the couch, Six is beginning to tremble slightly. I stand up and attempt to put an arm around Six's shoulder, but one look from her frightening stare makes me sit back on the couch. "She's going to snap," I hear Nine mutter, and Sam nods, trying to silently tell Crayton although I know Crayton already knows.

"Well? Aren't you going to call him down here? Or are you going to let me deal with it?" Six says. Sarah scurries away without wasting a breath, but the tension still hangs thickly in the air. "Six—" I whisper, but she heard it with deaf ears. She doesn't even look my way. Shit, I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt Six; I don't want to hurt anyone. At the moment my body is experiencing very complicated feelings and has gone numb because of it. The moment with Sarah's accusing stare had no effect on me. I don't even know what she means. Footsteps echo on the floor when Sarah and a man I assume is Robert Miller enter the living room. Robert Miller has a slightly balding head and a skinny form. His back is hunched, and his long fingers look like spiders. His skin tone is a bit darker than mine, and when he speaks, his voice is husky, "And you must be the Garde. Greetings! My name is—"

"Yeah, yeah, we know who you are, so let's just get straight to the point; where's the ship?" Six says, and I stare at her. Never in a million years would I imagine Six answer back at anyone that way. Nine and Cole exchange a few glances, as if they are communicating. Crayton and the others are also letting out an aura of worry and anxiety, but the overall tension in the air reverberates from Six alone. Her face is torn between pure hate and self-control. Six's stare is enough to rival even Setrákus's. That look on her face is enough to warn anyone to stay out of her way.

Sarah sits across me with her gaze averted to the carpeted floor. I didn't feel anything, even if I saw a single tear fall from her eye. I don't know if I have gone numb or my feelings are never really the same for Sarah since the night my and Six pendants changed. Robert, on the other hand, seems really jolly, as showed when he replies to Six's otherwise venomous message. "The ship disappeared under unexplained reasons. But before it disappeared it was creating some sort of high-pitched humming from inside—"

"So you have no idea where the ship is?" Six interrupts yet again. Robert opens his mouth, but the unexpected glitch in Six's eyes makes him close it again. Meanwhile another tear fell from Sarah's eyes.

"No, I don't know where it is," Robert replies.

"What is your relation to her?" Six asks, sharpening her voice at the word "her".

"Oh, Sarah? She's my niece. She's practically living here because her parents won't allow her to get a dorm at that photography school," Robert says, the enthusiasm and joy in his voice completely washed away. Meredith—I think—is trying to calm Six down with her Sensior powers. Six casts a murderous glare, sensing what she was trying to do, and Nine's hands ball up into fists. I cast him a warning glance, and his hands relax. We're silent, and yet another tear fell. I look outside the window and it was—nighttime? I look at the wall clock Robert has and receive shock—it was just 2:30 in the afternoon. There must be a storm outside. Shit, things did not go as expected.

"Well, since you have nothing more to tell us; Crayton, can we leave now?" Six says, directly to Crayton, but doesn't shift her murderous gaze from Sarah. Sarah's hands balls up into fists and she stands up. Her eyes are red and swollen from the silent tears. "How could you?" Sarah yells, directly at me. Six shifts into defense mode. Thunder, upon Six's command, booms threateningly outside, but Sarah pays no heed to it. "I shed tears for you! I get bullied because of you! I stayed out of your way because I loved you John!" she says, angry tears streaming down her face. She loves me? Preposterous! I stand, getting angry as well. "Then why did you give me up, huh? If you really did love me you should've kept your mouth shut! You should've protected me!"

"I did, John! The FBI told me that their defense system cannot be penetrated and I thought the Mogs won't be able to get you there!" she says, choking back the sobs that threaten to spill. The glasses of water on the tray explode with a twitch of Six's finger. Her eyes now came to that glowing blue. We are doomed.

"Protect him?" Six yells, enraged, just as a cackle of thunder makes the lights in the house blink. "You nearly got him killed! Sam and I included! Mog eyes and ears are everywhere, even in that god damned FBI Department! The minute we got captured months ago led them to us!"

"I panicked, alright? I wanted John to come back—" Sarah says, but I cut her off. "You panicked and then you gave me up? What the hell is wrong with you Sarah?" I yell, "I risked seeing you that night and you gave me up? And to think that I thought you were just jealous of Six!"

"I was jealous, alright?" Sarah yells, and another cackle of thunder echoes about in this house, as if its source is directly above us, which I think it is. "I was jealous because Six is always there to comfort you. She was there to protect you while I'm stuck in Ohio waiting on your empty promise! And I was such an idiot for believing you would ever return!"

Silence. The picture frames on the walls are threatening to shatter, because of Six or me, I don't know. My blood is pumping in my ears, and the only things I heard aside from it are the choking noises Sarah was making. I signal to Sam that we have to leave before saying, "You know what? You're right. You are an idiot for believing I would ever come back."

Sarah looks up, astonished by what I said. What, she thinks that I'll come running back at her after this is over? After what just happened? Well, good fucking luck at that. "What are you saying?" she whispers.

The others are already gone, except for Six and me. I don't want to be despicable, but I want to scar Sarah for life. I grasp Six's hand, show Sarah my pendant, and say, with every amount of hatred and venom in my heart, "There's nothing left to come back for."

With that I kiss Six right in front of Sarah before slamming the door shut of the Millers' residence.