All right! Another update, yay! Maybe I'm finally getting over my darn spike of laziness! I hope you guys all have a wonderful New Year coming up. I look forward to it all! But, I decided I should get at least one more update in before the year ends, kind of like a little last minute decision, I guess. XD
Anyway, this one is the normal length of chapters, so it will hopefully make up for the short one earlier. Enjoy! :D
Now that Steve had gone back to his duties as a soldier, I had been with Peggy more often than anything else, since I had nothing else to do and she had agreed to watch after me for a while. When she wasn't working, which was something that was few and far between, she had spent time with me trying to help me learn a little English here and there. It was easier for her to do after we had established our own way of communicating. She started by teaching me basic words, and then when I was comfortable enough with those, she'd have me speak simple sentences. I could only speak in broken English, though, so I was hard to understand and my accent was extremely heavy. In the rare occasions she could help me learn, I'd often get frustrated and start rambling in my native language, throwing my hands up into the air and pacing back and forth. "Hate speak," I muttered after one of those times, quite angry with everything.
Peggy shook her head and chuckled softly, apparently my ramblings amused her, "You're getting there, don't give up yet."
"Give up, I will!" I growled, "Make no sense, don't like it!"
"You'll learn it eventually."
"No. Make no sense. Follow many rules, but don't follow them. What with that?!" I got frustrated and kicked a wad of paper away, crossing my arms indignantly.
She smiled reassuringly at me, "It's a bit confusing, I admit. . ."
"A bit?" I interrupted her, "Lies!"
"You'll understand it eventually," she repeated. She was much more persistent about this than I. I personally saw no use in learning their language, except for the fact that I needed to understand what the hell everyone was saying in order to fit in. Fuck this!
"More like never," I said tartly.
She smiled, "Don't lose hope!" she said.
"Hope be lost. No more!"
Peggy shook her head and sighed as she said, "It only takes practice and work. I'll try to help when I'm not busy, okay?"
"'Kay," I said quietly, calming down a little.
She nodded, "Good. I have to go back to work now, so just stay here until I get back, okay?"
I sighed and plopped into a nearby chair, crossing my arms. "Fine, fine."
"I'll come back when it's almost time for lunch."
"Whatever."
She rolled her eyes at my short responses and left the room, leaving me to myself. I sat there quietly, staring at the wall in sheer boredom. This absolutely sucked. I had nothing to do! I ran out of paper to draw on, and even if I had some to draw on, I didn't have any ideas on what to draw. Perfect. I stood up and paced back and forth, trying to relieve my boredom. Then I stopped, a smile spreading on my face. Of course! What was the one thing I hadn't done in forever? Practiced my fire. I clapped my hands together like a giddy six year old and held out my hand, concentrating on it. After a few moments, my entire hand caught on fire. I nudged the fire off of my fingertips, watching it form into a little fireball above my palm. I smiled happily; the euphoria I always got from successfully manipulating fire was one of the best feelings in the world. It made me feel like a tiny little scrap of bones like me could do anything.
I concentrated a little more on the flame, carefully moving it around my hand and making it swirl around my arms before bringing it back to my palm. Then, I decided to try and get more creative with it. I tried molding it, hoping to create little animals out of my fire. Due to my inexperience in the artistic area, the little bird I was trying to make with fire only ended up looking like a little kid doodle. But the fact that I made a figure with fire was what had made me giddy. I giggled softly and made it fly around the room, careful to not let it catch anything on fire before returning it back to my hand. Then, a sudden crash like the sound of a dropping tray made me turn my attention to the sound. There stood a man, who obviously worked here, with wide eyes at the fire in my hand. He had dropped a basket of files, maybe for research or something else, I didn't know. He looked at me like I was an alien.
I widened my eyes, and the fire above my hand vanished. I instantly blurted, "Вот дерьмо!" (Oh shit!)
He stared at me speechlessly, his complexion paling. "W-What was that?" he finally managed to croak.
"Nothing! Nothing!" I cried, "Was nothing!"
"That was not nothing!" he said hysterically.
"Saw nothing," I said quickly, "Nothing! Nothing!"
"But you . . . ! How did you . . . ?! What did you . . . ?" the man stuttered, obviously in distress.
"Was nothing!" I repeated, trying to convince him to listen to me, which was obviously not going to happen.
"You were playing with fire like it was . . . like it was magic! That's not nothing!" he said, his face looking flustered.
I stared at him wide-eyed for a few moments, before I finally said, "К черту это дерьмо!" (Fuck this shit!)
Before he could do anything, I threw a bunch of paper wads at him as a distraction and made a run for it. I was spotted! Why didn't I see this coming? It was probably because I always did stupid things when I was bored. Like that time I eavesdropped on the Headmaster. Yeah, that wasn't smart. This was equally as stupid. Now the fool knew that I wasn't normal. He'd probably tell Peggy who'd probably tell Steve who'd probably disown me. Great. Why was I such an idiot at times? I couldn't answer that question yet because I was busy running away from people before that guy could say a word about what he saw.