Child
By LittleMissCrash
Chapter 4: Kalen
No matter how I try to evade from displaying my emotions, I cannot draw my eyes from this goddess who just descended from the sky. Actually she ran out of some door that was unseen ahead of me. I could feel the rain trickling down my back. It was a cold and sad feeling, like when my father looked at me condescendingly when I was young. It doesn't bother me much anymore, because I hate him just as he hates me. When I finally give in and look into this angel's sweet face, I could the genuine expression of worry. Her long and curly platinum hair was all but tumbling down one shoulder. What is your name? She had asked me. That question rings in my head. Now that I have escaped from my dread, what do I call myself? The angel walks closer to me and kneels down to take one full look at my face.
"I-I can't tell you." Is all I manage to get out. The angel seems to consider this.
"Fair enough. I'll tell you mine then. I'm Hanna. Hanna Grace Wing." Hanna says in a voice that sounded like heaven bells. Wing. Why does that sound so familiar? Oh. Right. How can I forget? It was Republic's Daniel Wing, or Day, who caused the former Chancellors death when the entire aircraft crashed. It's his daughter. Obviously I wasn't alive when that happened, but it has a memorable memorial, having it placed directly in front of our front yard. Anyway, this Hanna's bright aura had immediately disappeared when someone opened the door she came out from. It was a tall and well-furnished young man that was about our ages. I hate snobs like this. I might be a hypocrite because I am one, but I don't look like one. His hair was all combed back and a tidy suit. He looked from Hanna to me and raised his eyebrows.
"Well, Hanna, you ought to be cold out there, let me take you inside and to my room so you can dry off." He said with a stabbing voice, obviously towards me. He reached his hand towards Hanna's wrist. Hanna jerked away from the touch of the new man's fingers.
"If you think in any case I would every go with you, you are so goddamned wrong!" Hanna says as she jerks away from him. The guy gives her a smirk and runs toward her to grab her. That is when I finally see the picture. I run up to the guy and shove him away. Honestly, he is not that bad looking. I wonder why he got so rejected by Hanna.
"Stay away from her!" I hear myself yell. I throw my fist into his stomach. I heard him grunt. Nice. He collapses on the ground and begins coughing. I turn and I see Hanna staring at me with her mouth open and gawking. Her curly hair was matted down by the continuous rain. Her eyes curiously wavered at me then look behind me. I smile and she opens her mouth.
"You took him down. Do you know whose son that is?" Her eyes were still as wide as ever. Their color was so beautiful. It was a bright blue color and it shines even in the dark. Her small face was masked with horror and surprise. "That's Alex, Alex Stravropoulos. The Elector's son." Oh crap. Just great. Just what I needed. I don't need two countries chasing after me.
"Ugh, come with me." Hanna pulls me by the arm down the wet and dark alley way.
We arrive at an apartment building, which I guess was where she lived. She punches a code onto a hologram looking thing, and leads me in. I forgot how we got up to her apartment. We took the elevator, most likely. She leads me inside her posh apartment, everything that we cannot afford in the now nearly bankrupt Colonies. Even though I live in the Chancellor Mansion, every piece of furniture is dull, and unlike there, every piece of furniture is artwork.
"Have a seat." She says, as I was still mesmerized by the room. I sit on a more than soft couch, and she begins talking, and just as I was drawn to the room, I was drawn to her amazing voice. "I understand why you don't want to tell me you name, but I can't properly thank you if you don't." I listen to her words and watch her full pink lips move. Her long lashes cover her eyes as she blinks. Then I realized her question was for me.
I fumbled out something that sounded like, "I'm…en…Trems…ri."
"What?" She says with utter confusion.
"I mean…er…I'm Kalen Hemspari." I repeat. I was surprised at myself. I never, I mean never blush in front of a girl, yet Hanna has somehow defeated me for that matter. I look up at her again, and I see a moment of recognition then doubt.
"No way, you mean you are him? That isn't possible. No royalty can get past our borders." I just stare at her face as she tries to find the right words. "Okay, I know you are trying to get attention, by calling yourself that and all, but you are already attracting a large crowd with that face of yours, especially me. So maybe you can end this charade, and just tell me your name so this can be a whole lot simpler." I waited for her to finish. I understand this kind of things, since it happens quite a lot when I stroll down the streets. But in the end the only thing that stood out to me was she said I looked good, which I knew, but coming from this angel is another matter.
"I'm not lying. Search up some pictures, it would be this face." I said with a grin.
"B-But you cannot possibly be the world's biggest playboy!" She finally began to sound faltered. She always seemed to speak with some authority. Playboy, huh. I thought. That really is kind of funny and true at the same time. I cannot ever commit to anyone. It just is not something I do.
"Would you like me to prove to you? If I'm the biggest playboy there is wouldn't I know a little something?" I said leaving a smirk on my face. Her face was filled with shock and disbelief, until they melted into something new. Somehow, sometime, somewhere, our lips connected. They were the softest I had ever kissed. We continued until I decided to pull away, leaving her wanting more.
Yes, I know. I'm evil.
"Now do you believe me?" I say mockingly. She made a sort of pout and grumbled out a "yeah".
I really like Hanna Wing.