I don't really feel like putting a long AN today, so, just, R&R? Sound good?
Ash's POV
My mind is blank as I rush into Max's house. I cannot get the girl that I met out of my head; her brown eyes, her creamy complexion…
I shake my head. I'll never see her again, so why dwell on it?
As I slip past Max's room, I decide it's best to inform them that I am home.
I poke my head into the doorway and call out, "Yo,"
It is then that I realize what my parents are doing. Believe me when I say that watching your parents make out is not a pretty sight.
"Gross!" I exclaim, ducking out of view.
I shake my head again, trying to expel the images. My dad, pulling Max closer... my mom twisting her head this way and that to deepen the kiss…
I let out a frustrated groan and pull my knuckle to the window in my room.
Just as I do so, I hear glass shatter. Startled, I jerk my hand back and examine the glass.
My window is in perfect condition, and my fist is unscratched and unharmed.
If I wasn't the one to smash the glass, then who was?
I file out of my room, only to be forced backwards by an unseen enemy.
I punch blindly and hear Fang's voice hiss, "Watch it!"
With a blink of my eyes, he's there, rubbing his jaw.
"What the hell?"
"Language," he mutters.
"Then what the 'h-e-double hockey sticks'?" I smile to myself. I haven't said that in years.
Fang sighs and says, "The flock. They're here. They don't know you exist."
"Whoa, wait. You're hiding me from you're old flock members?"
I listen as my father explains the situation. Apparently, Max wants to face her past alone. She told Fang to keep me out of the way, and demanded that we both stay out of the living room.
Fang, being himself, does not want to abide by Max's orders. Instead, I suggest that he, ahem, sneak himself into the center of the conversation.
With a comprehending smile, my father disappears out of view.
"Stay here." He warns, before slipping into the living room.
Not wanting to question my parents' authority (and not having the energy to) I flop onto my bed and relive the memory of the girl that I will never see again.
Over the noise of the adults, I can almost remember the encounter word for word.
After calling Max and explaining my need to stretch my wings, I found myself in the food court at the local mall. My stomach was rumbling unhappily as I waited in line for a burger or two.
With my food filling two trays, I choose a secluded table. Bowing my head, I blessed the meal and began to tear into it.
After various seconds, a strong wave of hunger hit me.
I turned my head, targeting the impression. A group of adults were overbearing my senses with their hunger, the youngest one seeming to pinpoint me exactly.
Upon sight, my breath caught in my throat. She was gorgeous. Her hair was russet, her skin tone a mix of mocha and pastel.
Her beautiful brown eyes met mine, and some sort of connection passed between us.
The group she was with warily left her side, and in a flash the girl was next to me. Her eyes were fixated on my food.
I could feel her processing the amount of food on my trays. She grew overwhelmed, and her gaze increased.
I offered a small portion of my meal, and the girl backed away.
"Here," I said, "take a bite. It's good, see?" I tore off a small piece and nibbled on it.
The girl seemed to trust my judgment. She cautiously took the wrapper from my hand.
I nodded, "Go ahead."
Her teeth sunk into the bun, and a low murmur came from her throat. Within seconds there was nothing left but the paper.
She sat down across from me and I shoved a chocolate shake her way.
With her eyes gleaming, she sucked down the liquid and smiled. I was blown away.
When I could actually speak, I said, "Boy, you were hungry. When was the last time you ate?"
"L-last n-night." She stammered.
"Oh?"
"My family is great, okay?" She defended, "we just don't have the resources that you do."
I shrugged. What was I to say?
The conversation dropped, and I shoved forward another hamburger.
"What's your name?" I asked.
She wiped her sleeve across her mouth. "Scarlet, but my family calls me Scar."
Silence then settled the air. Finally, Scarlet requested my name. I muttered the 3 letters, sparing her my whole background story.
She looked over her shoulder, and stood abruptly.
"I have to go," She declared.
"Goodbye, Scarlet."
She turned her back, but not before adding, "Thanks, Ash,"
I smile. She was so extraordinary.
Thinking of her perfect face makes it easy to tell her emotion. Wherever she is, she's extremely curious about something.
I close my eyes and focus on her curiosity. I can almost pin point where she is. It's somewhere familiar, somewhere hard to find.
My eyes shoot open. Was I just able to see what she sees?
I close my eyes again, and focus on Scarlet's surroundings. There are voices in the background, shouts that are being drowned out by the cries of two men locked in battle.
Her head turns, and her eyes connect with the only other female from her group. This other girl (or should I say "woman") has blonde hair formed in little ringlets, and blue eyes that are strikingly beautiful. The face is eerily familiar, like I've seen it countless times in photographs.
Finally, her gaze turns to the area where two men are at each other's throats.
The one male I recognize from her group. His hair is the color of honey, and his eyes are the color of the sea.
His hands are wrapped around the other male's throat.
Again, my eyes snap open. The other man was not just anyone; the other man was Fang.
I rush out of my room, and into view.
Fang and the other male are on the ground, fighting. My father's left eye is swollen shut, and his opponent boasts a bloody nose.
Max is frozen in the center of the room, struggling to pull the men apart. Something is holding her back.
The other women's stare is focused on my mom.
A man who looks like an older replica of the blonde is in located in the corner of the room, an irreplaceable smile on his lips.
The last male, the one with cloudy blue/gray eyes looks bored out of his mind, rooting for my father's challenger. This man is overconfident in his friend.
Lastly, Scarlet stands next to Max, looking past the commotion and to me. Her shock is simple to translate, and I myself am stunned into silence.
I thought that I would never see Scarlet again, just as Max thought she would never see her flock again. We were both dead wrong.
Finished! Finally, I finished.
Review? I hope ya'll weren't too terribly confused. Next chapter will clear it up a bit.
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