A drowning in the King's Room
(No Rest for the Wicked)
Well, all in all, Edward reflected, it had been a pretty eventful day. It always was. But this time, a strange girl called Audrey had come and latched on to him. She was most likely a drowner, and evil. Ed frowned. What if when she sat with Dom, it wasn't because she was evil. Maybe there had just been an empty space to sit and she had sat beside him without knowing he was evil. Maybe she was still undecided, and Edward and his friends could get her on their side. Yeah, as long as she stopped calling him Eddie. Audrey wasn't the only mystery that day. Owen hadn't come to school, and there had been a large earthquake. Audrey had used it to her adavtange so she could fall on him, but Edward wouldn't rest until he found out what had caused it.
Alright, that was a lie. He would rest. He loved resting. Dozing, sleeping, sitting, snacking, whatever. But it was Bloor's, so the only sleep he got was a night. It wasn't like the Bloors rested either. They probably stayed at night with evil plans to mutilate his gang of friends and eat their arms. They probably had arguments over which body parts were more tasty. No wonder Patrick always had dark rings under his eyes. Silently, Edward hoped they would all get a terrible case of insomneia and have to be hospitalized. The downside was that they might decide to sleepwalk and murder Edward in his sleep. A delightful pictured. He groaned aloud, and Audrey turned to look at him. Her eyes were undreadable as she asked, "You alright there Eddie?"
Edward nodded and shook himself out of his trance. She apparently cared about him, so she couldn't be that bad. On the other hand, it could just be a clever trick. He sighed again and looked around. They were still a few doors down from the King's Room. He could make out the ginger hair of Tristan as he disappeared through the door. He was followed by Gemma, who didn't even bother to look at Edward. Ed frowned. What had he done to make her mad? Looking back at Audrey, he shook his head, "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking."
Audrey touched his arm lightly and looked like she was about to say something when Caitlyn came striding over. She has her hands in her pockets and was sining quietly 'only the dead die young'. Ed and Audrey looked at her like she was crazy. There was a brief silence before Audrey cleared her throat. Edward brushed dirt of his sapphire cape and managed to say, "You know it's supposed to be 'only the good die young', right?"
Caitlyn rolled her eyes and patted him on the cheek, "I know that. It's just a hell of a lot more fun to sing it my way. C'mon, let's go! To the Kind's Room, where Patrick awaits our eager return!" Her voice turned dry at the last moment as she flounced away, barely looking back over her shoulder.
"Kind of, well, odd, isn't she?" Audrey voiced as they began to walk back to the King's Room together.
She slipped her hand through Edward's. Edward tried to take his hand out slowly, but she gave him a despairing look, so he stayed hand-in-hand with her. Besides, her hand was warm and soft. He'd refuse it next time, he promised himself. Audrey's comment finally registered in his head, and he stopped himself on the doorframe of the room. Frowning, he said, "Don't diss her like that. She's Caitlyn. She's odd in a good away. Aren't well all?"
Audrey mumbled something that Edward hoped was an apology. He remembered to take his hand out of her just in time, and they slipped into the King's Room. Edward took a seat beside Audrey and Gemma. Gem turned the other way and began to talk to Caitlyn until Patrick called for silence. He glared at Edward, but that didn't work very well as Audrey had managed to seat herself beside Patrick. Ed was seat away from his rival and enemy. Audrey, however, hadn't noticed the crackling tension in the room. She even grinned at Kai, much to Caitlyn's dislike. Well, that was Audrey for you. Patrick cleared his throat again, "Silence and start your homework."
But the arrival of Audrey had changed their seating plan. An extra chair had been added, but sat there unused because of Owen's lack of well, being there. Dominic eventually stood up and carted it off. Patrick sat at the head of the table happily leering at people. Beside him was Audrey, scribbling at her homework. She would occasionaly look up and smile at people. Edward, sitting beisde her, noticed that even when she smiled, her slate eyes still looked like they were full of hatred. What was she playing at? Beside Edward, Gemma sat with her nose in a Spanish book. Caitlyn was beside her, scribbling at a piece of paper boredly. Beside Caitlyn, Kai sat with a frown on his face. He was staring at his Art Sketchbook like he didn't quite get something. Ed peeked over to see a 3-D sketch of a dog, measurements written by the sides. On Kai's other side, Tristan sat looking at his French verbs, repeating them silently to himself. Besiden Tristan sat Jenna. She was working on an English project, moving the pencil with her mind. Edward wondered if her paper would be legible. Jacob sat ebside his sister, picking scrap's of his collage project (for History) out of his bushy hair. He met Ed's eyes and grimaced, a strange expression playing on his face. Edward quickly looked aside to see Dominic grunting moodily as he wrote out a composition for Music. Then beside Dom was Patrick again. His dark hair hung in front of his eyes, giving him quite an eerie look.
"Edward! Do your work!" Patrick's voice cut into his thoughts. His tone was cold, and usually Edward would have obeyed. He looked down at his History assignment and bit his lip thoughtfully. He looked back up and was about to argue when Audrey broke in.
"Mr. Patrick sir, why does he have to do his work? If he doesn't want to do it, it's his choice. Personally, I find work really boring." Audrey leaned back in her seat. She had gone from being mysterious to a girl who was cute but scary at the same time. Ed recognized the voice she was putting on. It sounded ditzy, but she was trying to manipulate Patrick. Her eyes were still cold. Ed held his breath.
Jacob looked up from his work and Audrey's clarinet nearly banged into his attractive head. He caught it at the last moment and Jenna send it speeding back towards Audrey's side of the table. Frown lines creased Jacob's freckled face as he looked at Audrey. The third-former seemed to have a strange power over her, "Aud. Don't forget yourself."
"What? What's going on?" Caitlyn asked, looking up from her work and ducking to avoid a flying clarinet, "What did he mean, remember who you are? Ok, well, that's not what he said, I guess. But it's close enough. See, I'm paraphrasing it. That's what we learned it English today. See, it means summarizing the story in different but easier to understand words. Ms. Carp says to use it when -"
"Shut up!" Dominic looked up from his side of the table, his eyes glowing an angry red as opposed to their normal brown, "You stupid slut-"
Edward gaped. Audrey said nothing. Jenna grinned. Jacob winced and rolled his eyes. Patrick didn't look up. Caitlyn almost began to cry. Gemma put her hand on Caitlyn's shoulder. Tristan kept on memerising his verbs.
Kai vanished.
"Where did Brown go?" Patrick snapped, grabbing for one of his textbooks before it could hurl across the room, guided by an invisible hand.
Jenna pinpointed the location of Patrick's textbook and sent Audrey's clarinet, which had been hovering in midair, flying towards where she thought Kai was. It thudded harmlessly against the wall and Audrey screeched. Edward put his hand on Audrey's arm to calm her down while Caitlyn glared hatefully at Dom. She was probably thinking back to the time in the first form when they had been friends, and Dominic had even had a crush of Caitlyn.
Before any of them really registered what was going on, Dom let out a little cry of shock. The coke that Kai had smuggled in to Bloor's was being dumped out on his head. The brown liquid got into his robe and on his ecru-coloured hair. It got all over his homework and his seat. Caitlyn smiled. All of Edward's friends began to laugh. Dom glowered and swiped behind him, but Kai had moved. Patrick bellowed for them to stop. Jenna missed Edward and hit Audrey full on with a pencilcase.
Audrey stood up. Her steely eyes flashed with indignance. She had turned from cute Audrey to scary Audrey, Edward remarked. The room began to glow with strange colours, and the lamp flickered and went out. Shapes of fish began to dance on the wall. Ed felt his breath being squeezed out of him. He could barely breath, and the air around him was wet and humid. He made his way over to Gem and looked into her scared eyes. They were going to drown. In the King's Room. What a sad predicament. Just as Edward felt himself getting dizzy and see his vision fading to greenish black, it all stopped.
Jacob Tilpin was facing Audrey and there was a menacing glare on his face. Kai had come back and was standing beside Edward with a pale expression on his usually jovial face. Jacob's eyes were hard, "I'll tell Auntie if you do that again."
Whoever Auntie was, Audrey seemed to be scared of her, "You wouldn't dare, you pipsqueak," she hissed.
Jacob nodded, not intimidated at all by Audrey's angry tone. He continued to glare at her,"I'll tell her and Uncle. We'll get the flyer to do it."
"I won't help you," Sobbed Gemma, confused and scared out of her wits.
The flyer seemed only to refer to Gem, but that's not who they were talking about. Jacob dismissed her with a wave of his hand, "Not you. The other flyer."
Before Jacob could say more, Patrick shushed them. He shot fire from his fingertips onto a candle on the other side of the room so they could see better. He looked around at the soggy work and sighed, "I'll have to write a note explaining this. Why don't you all just go along to your dormitories!"
That was greeted by a round of applause. As they walked out, Ed caught Gemma by the arm and began to walk with her. His eyes were concerned and he didn't even worry if she could see the pimples by his chin, "Gem - the flyer they mentioned, you think they were refering to Emma Tolly?"
Gemma swung around to face him, eyes wide. He could see by her face that she had was close to crying. She blinked a few tears back and grabbed his arm for support. Ed slipped his arm around her waist, biting his lip. Gem slowly opened her mouth and whispered, "I don't want to talk about my mother. I never did. But what if they have her, Ed? What if she belongs to them?"
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Patrick Bloor was not a happy camper. Night had fallen and the other children were back in their beds. But he was still long awake, reflecting over the events on the day. Unable to sleep, Patrick had moved from his bed to his desk, scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. A candle was on in his room and one of the window was open. The breeze flew in, cooling him and calming his thoughts. Only a few doors down in the west wing, Patrick knew his father was awake, and pacing restlessly. He could hear Manfred's footsteps on the stone floor. A door creaked open and Patrick hastily took the scrap of paper and the sallow youth ran to the window. He passed it to a robin, "Deliver this," He said, like the robin could understand him.
Just as the bird flew away with the note in it's mouth, Patrick's door opened. Patrick blew out the candle and collapsed onto the bed, but his father wasn't fooled. A deep raspy voice came from Manfred's mouth, "Show me your feet."
Patrick pulled the blanket back and Manfred felt his feet. They were ice cold. A growl came from Manfred and he almost slapped his son, "What were you up to? And what do you plan to do about Audrey. She's obviously beyond your control. It took Tilpin to calm her down. That incident with Brown - Are you sure you're up for this, Patrick Ezekiel Bloor?"
Patrick glared at his father and pulled back. Manfred chuckled. They didn't get along so well sometimes, Patrick thought angrily. His father could just be so demanding, it was hard to please him, "I'm doing my best, father. She's attached to Bone well, though, isn't that good?"
Manfred's pale lips drew upward into a sneer. His coal black eyes flickered, "I suppose so. Mind you don't lose control of her. Or the other one. And was Jacob said, well, discipline him. You're endowed, use your power."
"Of course," Patrick said grimly. Even for the large show he put on for the other students, the black-haired youth was still slightly afraid of his father. Manfred's power to burn was extremely scary. Vicious and scary.
Dr. Bloor chose that moment to walk into the room. His eyes were ringed and his face sagged under wrinkles of stress. His grey hair was cut short and there was a sigh in his voice as he said, "Grandfather wants to see you."
Patrick looked at him curiously. Ezekiel never wanted to see anyone. He would spent his time in his room, plotting and figuring out new ways to extend his life. It was rather creepy, actually. The way his eyes moved around in his small sockets always gave Patrick nightmares. He admired his great-great-grandfather, he really did, but he'd rather not spend time in his proximity.
"C'mon," Manfred's voice was resigned, as if he too felt the same shiver Patrick did. He slipped out into the hallway like a wraith. Patrick looked around, closed his window, and then sighed.
EEH 3
So mkays
Here come the plushies sings
Dot - You recieve a Patrick plushie that shoots fire. Just 'cause.
Sapphire - You get a Jenna plushie that glares at people. It comes with a complementry pencilcase.
Jelly - Your plushie is a Leah plushie that sings with a scottish accent.
YAYY
I did rate this T
Sorry I said slut, if it offended anyone. Yeah, I know you wouldn't find that in a Charlie Bone book ;-;
Please don't kill me. Leave in your review if you want me to cut the profanity down (Not that there is any, but)
I'll even change damn to dang and hell to heck if you want me to.
But really, Dom's 16. He's bound to swear.
Thanks for reviewing peoples!
Next one up soon
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