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Back at Lash's house, Ivy's phone beeped, and she looked to see the five o'clock alarm had gone off. She closed the door, and locked it so no one could come in. She sat on the fluffy comforter, pumped blood into her left forearm, and stuck the brand new needle into her vein. The syringe released the cool rush into her body, emptying the second half of the bottle, and she ceremoniously closed her eyes as the serum made its way throughout her body. Ivy opened her eyes just as a knock came through the door. She closed the box and put it back into the duffel before opening the door.
"You doing alright?" Lash stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with concerned eyes.
"Yeah. I'm fine." She lied, and he knew it.
"Come on. I'm going outside to draw a bit. You shouldn't be in here all alone." He smiled a little, and Ivy couldn't resist smiling back at him.
"Let me change real quick. I'll meet you in the backyard?" Lash nodded and left her in the room.
She closed the door again, and stripped her clothes off. She pulled a pair of black gym pants, and a white tank top with the same gray zip-up as the night before. She pulled on her black Puma's, and took her homework bag out to meet Lash. He sat on the patio, lightly sketching the small pond under his dad's prized Oak tree. Ivy sat next to him, and leaned over his shoulder to see the drawing. She smiled, and opened her bag. A chill passed through the wind, and she immediately looked up, remembering Blake's cold green eyes laughing from the darkness in his hood. Her eyes narrowed, and she automatically became more aware of everything around her. The wind chimes, the insects, the steady, almost silent breathing coming from her companion.
The two worked silently until long past dark. The outdoor lights had come on, but it was still too dark for Lash to continue his sketch, so he changed to normal homework. His father eventually came home and Lash introduced them. Ivy and Walker chatted for a bit, exchanging tidbits of information about their powers. Walker did as his name suggested: he walked. Over any surface of the earth, to any surface of the earth. He would walk across the pond in the backyard, straight onto the Great Wall. Ivy in return explained about her ability to control light, demonstrating just enough that Walker understood. He offered to make Ivy and Lash dinner, but both politely declined. After a few more minutes of chat, he retired to the house.
"Why didn't you tell him about the cat part?" Lash put down his homework and looked at the girl next to him.
She shrugged. "Didn't feel it was the right time." When the truth was that if Blake was really there, he'd be listening. She didn't want to say anything that might help him. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk." She gave a half smile and hopped over the fence before Lash could respond.
Ivy made her way to the old church and sat in one of the pews. She looked around at the stained glass windows.
She gently walked up the aisle and sat in the third from the front pew on the left side. She shifted awkwardly, remembering how long it had been since she had been in a church. She looked up at the dark ceiling, then back at the dusty altar, and shifted again, kneeling down and resting her forearms on the pew in front of her.
"So this is the part where I pray, right?" She looked at the cross on the altar. "Well, I'm not very good at that. I was never very good at it. But here goes, anyway." She stopped and just looked at the cross for a moment. "Forgive me, God. For I have sinned. It has been over three years since my last confession, and since then I have sinned by thought, word, and deed." She tilted her head back to look towards the heavens, where her God supposedly listened. She didn't hear Lash enter the back of the church. Her entire posture and attitude changed in the blink of an eye. "Why did you do this to me?" Her grave expression turning to tearful anger. "Why did you give me powers that hurt others? Why did you take my mother from me? Why are you letting Blake come after me?" She was silently crying now, face unchanged, but the salty tears still found their way down her cheeks to the corners of her mouth, and some to drip off her chin. "Why can't I control any of this? Please." She begged. "Tell me what I did to deserve this." Her face broke, and her posture curled under. She crossed her arms against the pew in front of her, and buried her face in them. She made no noise, but her shoulders shook and shuddered.
Lash came to stand beside her, and he gently put his left hand under her right arm, and started to pull up, motioning for her to stand. She looked up in shock to see him standing above her. He put his other hand under her other arm and pulled her to her feet. He could feel her legs were weak and that his arms were the only things supporting her. She collapsed into them and let more silent tears fall onto his striped shirt. He wrapped his one arm around her waist holding her up, while he put the other hand on the back of her head, stroking his thumb back and forth comfortingly.
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