Alternate Revelation - Chapter 2: Those Eyes, Those Looks, These Feelings

Due to the risk of being potentially obliterated by my watchers verbally, and physically by one of my best friends who reads my works, I will be smooshing Chapters 2 & 3 together in attempt to give you more to read today. Because those asterices separate Chapters 2 & 3 as I wrote them originally, and you would all kill me if I only gave you about 277 words to read for a whole chapter.

I promise the chapters get longer, Luvs.

"Gil...?" I whisper quietly. My throat feels solid, like a rock- like I haven't used it for years. My hand is reaching out just like in my dream. I feel warm, soft fabric in my fingers.

Am I laying down? What am I laying on... a bed? What is covering me?

It's warm. My eyes crack open.

The light is harsh, but someone is next to me. He's tall... much bigger than me at least. Is he... staring at me? I blink awake. He's silent, as if he'd just seen a ghost...

Oh. I'm holding his shirt...

"Break, he's awake." A deep clear voice graces my ears and I feel like it's the first thing that I've heard after a long time of silence. The voice from my dream hurt, but this one did not. I liked this voice.

I hear a woosh and brisk cold air clashes to my skin. I ignore it, even though I feel a weird pang in my heart... Did that man cover me with his jacket? I can't ignore the sliding of bandages over my skin though. That hurts. When did I get injured?

I didn't have much time to think, though. A million things followed, involving Sharon Rainsworth, a man who seemed to have gone mad, and a horrible sensation of Alice being shocked from my body. I'm confused. Sense and order eluded me as I tried to calmly grasp the situation... but... why does that man look at me like that?

And where is Gilbert...?

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His name is Raven. He watches me like a hawk... or a raven, I guess.

His gold eyes pierce me. But for some reason, I'm not scared. Those eyes seem to read me like a book, know everything about me already. But I don't feel fear, I don't want to defend myself. His presence feels, somehow... safe. Right. He looks torn between anger and sadness when I catch him looking at me. But other times, he looks at me with something else, something so much more. I can't say if I like it or not. Maybe I dislike it because he wears Gilbert's face, but his name is Raven.

So he's not Gil.

I can't stop myself from wondering, though... comparing him to Gil.

He looks like Gil. But his voice isn't the same as the whiny voice of Gil that I know; he doesn't sound like him from what I can tell.

But... he is warm like I remember Gil to be. At least, his coat was.

I wonder if Raven is a good listener? Gilbert always listens.

My heart hurts... I feel incomplete, almost, without Gil being my shadow, without following me around. What if he's still hurt? I don't know what I'll do if I did ki-

No. No... he's not. I'll prove it. I'll find Gilbert, and he'll be safe. And alive. And... And...

Wh-... where is he? Where..?

"...Gil..." My heart whispers, strains to call him. I feel breath catch in my throat and it's all I can do to keep from whining loudly enough for anyone else to hear me.

"He's not-... he can't be... He promised- I won't believe that he is..." I roll over in my new bed and cover my face with the blankets. I don't want to cry, but it's so extremely hard not to allow my chest to break open. I know if I did though, I might scream.

I stop though, gasping to control the torrential storm in my chest. I think... I heard a knock? Yes, the door is creaking open...

"...Oz-kun?" It's him. Raven.

"Are you in pain?" Probably not the pain you're thinking of.

I sniff as quietly as I can, trying to recollect my voice. It's not as strong as I'd like it to be. "N-no, not at all," I can be such a terrible liar, "why do you ask?"

I think I hear him swallow. "I thought..." he sounds cautious, "I heard you crying." He heard me crying even from his room?

He steps forward, the door creaking slightly. It's like it could shatter the fragile glass of the windows.

"Of course not! I'm fine!" I sound frantic, I feel anxious. I try to keep hidden in my blankets.

"Well... alright... If you need anything, I'm next-door."

It's silent. he's waiting, but he doesn't wait for long because I hear him retreating as the door creaks after him. I fly up, my hand reaching out, "Wait! Raven!"

He stops, pauses, and I see the door slowly opwn again. I fight back a wince as the effort of moving sends pain through my belly. I try not to acknowledge the intense desire to cry as I lock gazes with Raven's eyes, those golden orbs that make me long for my servent even stronger than when I was alone.

"T-...thank you." I feel myself tremble. Ugh.

It seems like he's forcing a small smile, "No problem... Get some rest." He hesitates, then closes the door quietly. He's gone.

I catch myself whispering to him; "Good night..."

I flop back into my pillow. "Ow..." The rest of my night is uncomfortable.

This is probably the most dialogue I have ever put into a story.

I hope the thing I put in this is easy enough to see/read. I don't want to explain it, because that would ruin it. And look! I gave you guys about 900 words instead of just 277! c: