A really short chapter to hold you guys over until I can sit down and properly write a longer one. I wrote this one in the past tense by accident, let me know if you like it better? Enjoy and remember to review!
Alek POV (keep in mind that Alek doesn't look up from the paper until I tell you. Any descriptions he makes is peripheral vision. It'll help with the mental image)
I was sketching a black puma when a lanky brunette with big timid eyes stepped directly in front of me, silent. After a moment of listening to her awkwardly shift from foot to foot and play with her twitching fingers, I decided to speak up, though hardly in the mood for idle conversation. "Cat got your tongue?" I challenged playfully, as I continued to design the shape of the feline's eyes. Her whole body jerked and it seemed as if I had caught her off guard. Odd to say the least, unless she'd somehow fallen asleep standing up. The girl cleared her throat quickly and swallowed. "I, uh, didn't realize you knew I was here," she said finally, in a strangled sort of voice. I forcefully placed down my pencil, realizing now I had to flirt with the human because the classroom was filled and it was expected. "Hard not to," I remarked smoothly as I fully inspected the girl for the first time. I instantly recognized her as one of Chloe's friends, Krissy. She was one of the quiet girls who Chloe had immediately taken a liking to, though honestly I always thought her a little dull. Krissy wasn't ugly, just authentically plain and perfectly human. Not my type. Attaboy Alek, there's that inner jerk. The girl's face was stained with a deep blush and she looked down, smiling. "I wanted to ask you something," she mumbled to the floor. My first thought was, maybe it's about Chloe. Why else would one of her random friends come talk to me, especially this one who's so shy it's practically agonizing? "Anything," I responded easily, already anticipating the news. She wouldn't want me telling you, but she's really sorry, I imagined. Brian's a loser who puts animal hats on his head to distract you from his atrocious face. She glanced up at me for a moment but then hastily stared back at the ground. "Would you...would you possibly..." Want to punch Rezza in the face? Why yes, I would. "want to go to the dance with me?" she spat out, face burning a deeper shade of red than I've seen in a while. Dumbfounded and positively speechless I uttered one of my best remarks yet.
"What?"
Simone POV
Simone's lips parted in a small smile as she lowered the gun and lazily flicked a lock of hair from her visage. She needed to watch the Uniter die. After all, she had given her word. The victim's eyes were widened and distant, growing blurry as they stared at nothing. Blood spilled from her temple and danced down the sheets, contaminating it with a deep red. Simone rested an agitated hand on her bony hip and leaned against the bed frame. "Not so powerful now, are we kitten?" She whispered in a voice that stung with deep rooted hatred. The Uniter tried to gasp, but ended up choking on her own blood. She began making suffocating noises that would cause most to shudder, but only infuriated Simone farther. "You little baby," she spat and jammed a stained rag into the Uniter's mouth, silencing whatever little noise the girl had managed to make. "Wouldn't want to wake mother, now would we? She'd come in asking questions and I only know one way to answer," Simone disclosed cruelly, lifting a slender arm to exaggerate the armed weapon in her possession. At that point the Uniter could fight no longer, and with shuttering eyes she drew her last strangled breath.