Let's DO this! (Remember, the italics are Astrid writing in her "journal" of sorts.)
DISCLAIMER: I only own my twisted brain. I don't even own Caris's twisted pairing!
DEDICATION: To the always-amazing Caris L. Clearwater!
WARNING: Mmhmm. No Diana fans (kind of). Sorry.
Chapter Eleven: My Obsession
"Your automatic world makes running easy
and turns tables around..."
-Breathe Carolina, "My Obsession"
Day three.
The third person was just taken. She was ten years old, blond hair and blue eyes, exactly like Nala herself. I think we have all finally gone into a state of shock. Maybe, if Sam were here, he'd know what to do. We're like sitting ducks, all silently waiting for death. Except for Petey; he's been rocking back and forth, chanting "D'Karssen" again.
"Would you shut him up?" Caine snarled, kneading his forehead with the heels of his hands. "Maybe we should just give him to that girl, at least it would get rid of this headache."
"How about you shut up, hombre?" Edilio spat back. Astrid's eyes met Lana's and they both shook their heads.
It was kind of funny, and I almost laughed. I didn't know I could still laugh.
o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.
Day eleven.
For the past nine days the kids that have been taken were all under eight years old. The pain in seeing them dragged from our kind-of safe haven never goes away. I constantly wonder when it's going to be me, or someone from our alliance.
Speaking of our alliance, I think we're getting at least a little bit better. We're not as hostile towards each other as we were; I think we've all realized just how close to death we really are.
o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.
Day thirteen.
"Where's Diana?" Caine asked as soon as they woke up from sleeping on the carpeted church floor. They all looked around; no black-haired girl.
"I'll check the bathrooms," Lana volunteered, seeing Caine's expression, and left. Caine sank to the ground, realization clouding his dark eyes.
"Today was her fifteenth birthday," he muttered. She's gone."
In a way, I'm jealous of Diana. My birthday was exactly a week before Nala came to Perdido Beach, and if I had known... No. I wouldn't have left Petey. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.
"The next time one of those girls shows up to take someone, I'm giving myself up." Caine's voice sounded determined. "I don't care if I die anymore." From the dark corner he had claimed for himself, Drake shook his head.
"You're not going to do that."
"And tell me one reason why I shouldn't, Merwin?" Caine spun around to face the other boy, sounding close to hysterics. "Diana's gone. She was the only thing I had!" Drake moved closer to the group, a strange half-smile on his lips.
"And now you have nothing. I have nothing. None of us have anything."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Lana snarled, holding Patrick close. Drake's half-smile became a full-blown grin.
"We have nothing to lose."
There ya have it! Work starts today, so more chapters may be slow in coming... But I'll try my hardest!
Review, please!
:Hyperactive Lioness: