Labels-Chapter 3- The Princess and the Pool
Mal's P.O.V
Standing next to the bed is hard for me, looking at the pale still body that had once been full of so much life, that had been the sunshine in a place of rain clouds, who could make even the most heartbreaking situations bearable, whether it be with her killer smile, or her open arms as she cried with you. As you poured out your heart to her, and she listened, her chocolate brown eyes earnest and full of care, as she chased away your problems with her inner fire, her determination. I turned away, unable to look at all the needles and IV's going into her, as a fresh wave of tears came. I turned to Ben, as he pulled me close, I cried into his chest, his warm hands stroking my long purple hair. I hear fighting at the door, and Ben stands up, saying he'll go get it, for me to stay with her. I take a hold of her left hand, tears again welling up in my eyes as I put my forehead on her palm, letting my tears fall on the white sheets, and I feel a familiar hand on my shoulder, looking up at the angry and pained eyes of Jay, his dark eyes trained on Evie. Carlos walks up next to the bed, looking lost, and the look in his eyes causes me to flash back to another time.
"Carlos looks at the bed, his five year old self terrified as Evie lets out another bout of hoarse coughing, spray drops of blood splattering against the handkerchief that is pressed against her mouth. Jay stands with Carlos, holding the five-year-old as the watch their oldest "sister" let out yet another bout of rambling, her fever bringing on her delusions, as she fights against Mal, who tries to put a wet cloth on her head. Mal jumps back, her skin burning where it had brushed against Evie's blistering skin, the blue haired eight-year-old's eyes widen, the pupils expanding, as she clawed out. Jay ran up, leaving Carlos alone in the chair as he held Evie down long enough for Mal to get in the antibiotics, which she said had about a 50/50 chance of working, her face grave as she explained that if the antibiotics didn't work, there was a 98% chance we would lose Evie."
I shuddered at the memory, still holding on to Evie's left hand the same way Carlos was hanging onto her right, as though his life depended on it. His eyes were moist, his nose was running, and he bent down, placing his head on her chest, as a sob wretched itself from his lips, and he flung his arms around her, his tears cascading down his face as he expressed his grief, his arms wrapped around Evie's torso. I gently stroke his hair, as I place him on the king sized bed with her, he curls up, careful not to hit any of her IV's, and his forlorn look reminds me of a child, his brown eyes terrified and grief stricken, his dark rooted, white tipped hair was a wild mess. He looks broken, I realize, as I push another bed against Evie's bed, and curl up with her, and I feel Jay get on behind me, wrapping his strong arm around me and Evie. I played with her soft blue hair, and I felt myself drifting off.
Carlos's P.O.V
I gazed up at Evie, my brown eyes gazing at her face, which appeared as if she were sleeping, and felt the tears come again. I remembered the day she pulled me out from under that stack of barrels, my fear that my mom had found me, that I would be beaten again. I remembered when she had come into Mal's room, her shoulder dislocated and her ankle sprained, that I had climbed out from under the bed and slept curled up next to her. I remembered almost two years after that, when she had caught a bought of the "Bloody Flu," which was killing people left and right, yet she survived it. I remembered the time I had almost died, until she had taken out two full grown men using nothing but her charm, and an old stick. I clung onto her, my face buried in her dress, and I'm sure if she knew I was getting tears and snot on her dress she would so kill me, and that thought made me crack an almost smile, as I mentally heard her shriek "OMG, Carlos, stop! You're ruining my dress, do you know how long it took me to make this? And Mucus is so not in fashion right now!" and I swore I could almost hear it.
Mystery Person's P.O.V
I gazed in through the window, annoyed that the other three villains had taken up residence in her hospital ward, and the fact that it interfered with my plans, as I put the smooth black box containing the poisoned syringe back in my bag, as I glared at the new students. Students I was determined to eliminate, one by one. I sighed, as I hacked into the school news feed, and posted a new gossip column, making sure it was untraceable. I quickly typed in a few pages about the bullying that had been happening, and the fact that the princess must have been trying to off herself, including the photos I took when I pushed her in, the ones that made it look like she jumped. I quickly titled it The Princess and the Pool, before retiring for the night.
A/N: So, what do ya think? Does Evie die? Who is the mystery person? So many questions, not enough answers! And anyone who Favorites, follows, and reviews will receive a snippet from the next chapter before it comes out! So please do, and can't wait to see your reactions to this chapter!