Author's Note: Ah! Only two more chapters to go! D: I can't believe it! Also sorry it took so long to update, I have been busy with work and stuff, but hopefully this will be worth the wait. Let the drama ensue!
'I think my friend said "Stick it in the back of her head."
I think my friend said "Two of them are sisters,"
"I'm a murder tramp, murder tramp," I think I said.
"You're a murder boy, birthday boy." I think he said...'
Chapter Twenty Two: Happy Birthday
A week later~
It was strange. Nothing bad had occurred since Gold had received the birthday card, and a part of me wondered if Cyan was literally biding his time, or had merely given up at last. But I doubted he would let me off so easily.
And now it was Gold's eighteenth birthday today, and everyone was very excited over everything. Crystal had rented a community hall in Olivine City for the party, and given it had a large room she reckoned it would be the perfect place. Trouble was it would take a lot of decorating.
But luckily I wasn't assigned that job.
I was assigned a worse job. Somehow I had to go to the bakery and pick up Gold's birthday cake, which Crystal had ordered and was due to be picked up today. Of course I was given the worst job, but I suppose it was better than decorating a hall.
Whilst Blue and Crystal got everything sorted Red, who was now out of his wheelchair and felt a lot better, took Gold out for a few hours so he would be oblivious to the whole thing. He had a rough idea that he was going to have a party, but he didn't need to be there when they were decorating. There had to be some element of surprise at least.
Red used some excuse about shopping for Pokemon food, and Gold immediately jumped at the idea.
So, that left myself to get the cake.
Great.
As I left my apartment I noticed that Green was waiting on the stairs, leading up to the door. He shot me an amused smirk, as he folded his arms.
"Ah, so you finally decided to make a move, huh?"
I shot the taller male a disapproving look, to which he only chuckled. We still thought it was better to be in pairs at least, just to be on the safe side.
"Shut up Green, I don't even want to do this."
As I walked up to the emerald eyed boy, he shrugged half heartedly.
"Well, I suppose this is better than doing what the girl's are doing..."
He had a point there. If it was left up to me the banners would all be red and black, and I quite frankly had no taste when it came to making things look 'pretty'. It might look good for a funeral, but not a party.
As Green and I walked through Goldenrod City towards the bakery I sighed. A troubling thought continued to resurface in my mind.
What if Cyan was waiting for the right moment to strike? Or, what if Crystal was right and he did have outside help? Maybe we weren't prepared enough for this.
"Hey, snap out of it!" Green called out, tapping the back of my head slightly, which snapped me out of my daze. As I glared up at the taller male, he smiled softly.
"Stop worrying about things! I'm bringing the gun just to be safe."
So, he really was going to do that?! Did Red know?
"What about Red? Does he know?" I asked.
Green chuckled, only it seemed a nervous one at that.
"Nope. If he knew he might try to take the bullets out or something. We need it just in case something does happen."
So, we did have a back up if things went terribly wrong, but why did I keep assuming that they would? Gold might just be able to have the best eighteenth birthday party ever, without any interruptions, or maniacs interfering.
Maybe.
When Green and I finally reached the bakery and they handed us the birthday cake I couldn't believe what was written in the red icing. Crystal had spelt birthday wrong, for a start.
Since when is birthday spelt like Brithday? And I was almost sure it had marzipan on it. Gold...hated marzipan.
So as we left the shop I just glared at the monstrosity, covered by a see-through plastic container.
"It seems like a great cake!" Green beamed, only I wasn't so keen.
Why did I let her do this? She couldn't even get the spelling right!
Sighing deeply I wondered if we could do anything about this.
"Green..." I mumbled, causing the older male to look at me.
"Yeah?"
"What do you know about baking cakes?"
His eyes widened for a moment, before a large cheeky grin smothered his features.
"Well...I'd say I'm not too bad."
I nodded. Maybe we could ditch this cake and bake a new one in time for the party tonight? If Green knew how to bake then it could work.
"How do you feel about baking a new birthday cake?" I asked, watching at how his face morphed into confusion.
"But...we already have one."
"Have you seen this?!" I cried, pausing just to get my point across. I pointed to the writing, at how wonky it was, and the fact it had marzipan!
Gold hated that stuff. He was a sucker for Victoria Sponge cake, Even I knew that!
Green blinked rapidly.
"Well...the writing is a little...off, but it's still okay."
"GOLD HATES MARZIPAN!" I practically screamed at the emerald eyed boy in the street, who looked closer at the cake. Then he placed a hand to his chin in thought.
"Oh...well, this is a problem."
Rolling my eyes I just wanted to throw this God forsaken thing at his face right now.
How could he be so calm?!
The party was due to start tonight, and it was 11:00am. We didn't have that long to start baking a new one!
"That is why I asked if you could bake, you moron!"
Green smiled softly, puffing his chest out subconsciously.
"Of course I can bake!"
"Then let's get rid of this abomination and make a new one!" I cried, not quite believing I hadn't dropped it on the floor yet in shock. Oh well, the Pokemon could eat it or something.
Once we made a swift trip to the shop to grab some decorations for the cake we headed back to my apartment. We even walked past the Goldenrod Department Store, which was still cordoned off from the public ever since Red got attacked. I wondered if the Police had figured out who did it yet.
I handed Green the ghastly monstrosity that was Gold's birthday cake so I could open my apartment door. We had a lot of work to do, and fast.
As the door swung open I was greeted immediately by Weavile, and Gold's Aipom, who had chosen to house-sit while we were gone. They both seemed very happy, maybe because they could sense we had cake or something.
I smiled, and hugged my partner, who nuzzled my face happily, as Green just stood there, holding the plastic container.
"Hey guys, how do you fancy helping us out?" I asked both of them, watching as both Weavile and Aipom looked at each other in confusion.
"We have this really horrible looking cake, and we need volunteers to eat it. Do you guys want to eat it?"
It was as if I said they had won the lottery or something. I have never seen them so enthusiastic in all my life.
"Weeaaavvv~!" Weavile cried, nodding frantically, while Aipom bounced up and down on the carpet. Well, at least that was settled. Green placed the plastic container on the coffee table, and we watched as Aipom and Weavile started to eat the monstrosity, obviously not caring about the marzipan, or the weird lettering.
At least there would be no evidence to trace it back to here. Crystal really needed to think things through a little more.
"So, what sort of cake are we making?" Green asked, as he rummaged through the bag, looking at the cake decorations we bought. Well, considering Gold liked Victoria Sponge cake I thought it would be beneficial to roll with that.
"A Victoria Sponge cake, reckon you could do it?"
I watched as the older male stood tall, rolling his sleeves up his arms, ready to take on the challenge.
"Of course I can! It'll be...a piece of cake!" He winked, and started to laugh at his own joke, which to tell the truth sucked major ass. But it did cause me to smile. I gave one final look at the two Pokemon, who were now throwing cake at each other playfully.
Well, as long as they were enjoying themselves.
I rolled my own sleeves up, ready to get into the chore of baking with Green.
It sounded like a corny television show...
Once both Green and I got into the kitchen he started rearranging the utensils. I assumed he knew what he was doing so I didn't give any input. After all, he said it would be easy.
"Right, now all we need is the ingredients." He finalised, looking over at me.
Wait...what? Was he telling me to find them? I didn't even know what went into a cake!
"And what ingredients are those?" I asked, leaning against one of the marbled counters, vaguely remembering how Gold and I almost had sex in here a week ago.
And now...we were baking a cake in here. The irony.
"Right, we need eggs, butter, sugar, self raising flour and vanilla essence." I blinked at the taller boy.
Vanilla essence? What the hell was that?
I didn't even know what I had in my fridge. It was pot luck most of the time.
"Vanilla essence?" I asked, unsure about it. Maybe I heard it wrong. Green nodded, smiling softly.
"Yes! It comes in a small bottle."
Rolling my eyes I decided to look anyway, even though I was pretty sure I had none. Well, the eggs were easy. I had tons of them, and sugar. I had a new unopened packet of butter too so that was marked off the list.
Now it was just self raising flour and vanilla essence I was struggling with.
"I don't even know what I'm looking for." I groaned, moving various tinned produce out of the way in one of the cabinets on the wall. Green sighed until he was standing behind me, obviously double checking my search.
Well, I knew what flour looked like, that was easy.
"Then let me help."
Huffing under my breath I watched as Green started to search through the cans, and tinned produce, until he pulled out a white bag. Smiling at me I figured he had found the flour. I didn't even know I bought that.
Wow, was it that long since I had a clear out?
I watched as Green gathered all the ingredients on the counter and sighed softly.
Would it matter if we forgot the essence? Couldn't we use something else?
As I shut the cupboard door and walked over to him his green eyes met mine for a moment.
"I guess you have jam, right?"
Well, yeah I had that!
I went to the fridge to retrieve the pot of seedless strawberry jam and handed it to the older male. I really was no use here, in fact I was more of a hindrance if anything. So I just watched Green, not daring to move an inch unless he told me to.
It was actually fascinating to watch him cook in the kitchen. He had pre heated the oven and had all the ingredients put into little bowls, so organised. If it was me then most of it would be all over the table by now. Then I watched as he put the sugar and butter into a bowl, and started to mix it all together.
How did he even know what to do without following a recipe?
My attention wavered for a moment when I heard my phone ringing in the living room.
Who on Earth could be ringing me?
Green looked over at me for a moment before nodding towards the living room.
"Don't you think you should answer that?"
Yeah, it was probably a good idea, it could be important. So, I left Green to his own devices in my kitchen, praying he wouldn't burn my apartment down to answer the ringing phone.
Once I picked the phone up a part of me wondered just who the hell it could be. That was soon uncovered.
"Hey Silver!"
The voice I recognised, but I could not put a face to it. So, I thought about where I had heard this voice from, and then it hit me like a rock in the face.
"Ruby how the hell did you get this number?!" I cried down the phone at the younger trainer. He chuckled softly, his Hoenn accent dancing in my ears..
"I just asked Blue for it. Anyway, sorry about before. Seems you caught me on a bad day."
Yeah, too right. I thought he was Gold and touched him, and then he went berserk at me.
Upper class prick.
I stifled a groan in my throat and instead decided to at least try to be civil.
"Tell me about it. So, why are you calling?"
"Ah! Funny you should ask that! Blue asked me to take some photos at the birthday party. I wanted to make sure you were okay with that before agreeing to it."
I blinked in shock.
Photographs? Of me and Gold? Oh dear...
Sighing softly I placed my hand to my head.
"Ruby...we don't need a photographer."
"Oh...well, she seemed pretty certain about it. I did offer to make some outfits for the party, but she didn't seem keen on the idea."
And there was no way in hell I would ever wear ANYTHING Ruby made. One, it was just too gaudy and bright. Totally the opposite to me. And two, Ruby's fashion taste was like mixing chalk and cheese.
"Trust me. We will be fine." I assured the younger boy on the phone. He sighed.
"Well that is a shame. I was in the area today as well..."
"You're in Johto?" I asked, feeling my curiosity get the better of me. There was a brief pause.
"Yeah! I heard Green and Red were here and wanted to pay them a visit, but I haven't had much luck yet."
Well, Red was out with Gold, God knows where, and Green was in here with me. I didn't feel like sharing that information with him though.
"Sorry, I can't help you there." I lied.
"Oh well, never mind. So, when is the party?"
Was he asking for an invite?
I chewed my lip absent-mindedly, trying to remember the time when it was due to start.
Didn't they say 7:00pm?
As I cleared my throat I answered.
"I think it's tonight at 7:00pm."
"Awesome! Is it okay if I come too? Considering I am in the area and all..."
Did he even know Gold?
Sighing softly I combed my fingers through my hair, having visions of Ruby annoying the shit out of Green and Red all night. But, I suppose having one more guest there would be better.
"Knock yourself out."
"...what?" Ruby replied, his voice sounding confused.
"It's a figure of speech. It basically means, yeah go for it." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh! Yeah, I knew that!"
Sometimes I wondered if him and Gold shared brain cells in their spare time. I stole a glance towards my kitchen, hearing Green potter about. I wondered if he had done any more cooking whilst I was here.
"I have to go." I mused, hoping that the younger trainer would get the hint.
"Oh! Sorry! I understand. I'll see you tonight at the party!"
And quickly I hung up, tired of talking to people I didn't even like. I was going to give Blue a severe talking to.
How dare she hand out my phone number without my permission!
Placing my head in my hands I sighed softly. Having more people at this party might be either a good or bad decision, especially if Cyan was planning something. But what did I know? Nothing. In fact it could all be in my head, and just worrying over something that might not even happen would ultimately lead to my downfall. Man I needed to chill out.
After a few minutes of sitting in silence I managed to gain some strength to get up and walk back into the kitchen. Green was mixing something in a plastic bowl, his t-shirt now splattered with flour and he was concentrating so hard I wondered if the bowl would just float in mid air.
Ha, psychic Green...that image is disturbing.
I leaned against the counter, watching the taller male, who remained silent. Did he even notice I had returned? It was only when I cleared my throat did his attention waver and focus on me for a moment. He smiled softly;
"Oh hey, you're back."
"Yeah..." I mumbled, watching Green's ministrations. I would never have enough patience to bake anything, maybe burn it, that was definitely something I was capable of.
"Who was it?"
I sighed softly.
"It was Ruby..."
Green looked confused for a moment before looking back at the bowl in his hands.
"Why would Ruby be calling you?"
I shrugged, not really wanting to give details. Blue was going to get a serious talking to. How dare she give my phone number out to anyone who asked for it.
"He wanted to know if he could come to the party..."
Green almost fell over in shock as he tried to suppress a chuckle from escaping into the atmosphere. Of course he was aware of our last meeting, when Ruby was so rude to me, and then completely ignored me for Green.
Well, didn't he say he was looking for him?
"Are you going to let him?" Green asked, as he set the bowl on the counter. I nodded weakly. Well, it wasn't my birthday party. The older male's countenance changed to a look of uncertainty.
"Is that wise?"
"Why not? It's not like I can stop him." I groaned, looking up at Green. He looked thoughtful before smirking.
"I thought that kicking people out would be something you were good at, Silv."
Folding my arms I scowled at the spiky haired male, who flashed a cheeky smile at me.
How dare he use my pet name! Gold always got told off or using it, so it won't be any different for him either!
"Don't call me that!" I growled angrily. I could feel my cheeks burn when he started to chuckle softly. Just like Gold did.
Why did no-one see that it was a problem for me? Silv was a girly name! I was not a girl!
"Sorry...I never realised you'd get so prissy over it."
I could feel myself getting more annoyed as I stared at the older male, who now continued to mix the ingredients in the bowl, ready to bake.
I was not prissy!
"Shut up Green!" I barked angrily, now deciding I didn't want to stay in the same room as him any longer.
Clicking my tongue in annoyance I moved from the counter and walked back into the living, preparing myself to wallow in anger for about five minutes.
Before I had a chance to even sit down my arm was being held in a vice grip, causing me to spin around until I was literally face to face with the emerald eyed boy. His face was stern and his hands were strong on my arms.
"Silver...I thought you were over all the anger..."
His voice sounded pained for a moment, before I realised he was trying to guilt trip me into apologising for storming out.
No chance!
"You should never have called me that..." I mumbled, my eyes trailing down to his hands on my arms. His fingers were cold against my burning skin, which seemed to get hotter the longer he touched me. He smiled softly.
"It's only a nickname Silver, it's not like I insulted you or anything. It's a term of endearment."
He was right, but it wasn't just the nickname I despised it was everything linked to it. How my father used to call it me.
When I was twelve I watched my father and his cronies play a drinking game...and obviously I didn't want to feel left out. Stupidly I thought that if I joined in my dad wouldn't hate me any more, he would respect me, and stop hurting me. I was wrong.
"Silver...?" Green asked, pulling me out of my daze to meet a pair of sparkling emerald eyes. "Are you okay?"
Sighing to myself I wondered if I should tell Green why that name really got underneath my skin.
Would he even begin to understand?
"...Green..." I tried, feeling my voice fail me. How could I even begin to talk about this? It was hard enough to admit it to myself that it happened, let alone tell some-one about it. His hands lingered on my arms.
"Yes?"
Closing my eyes briefly I tried to gain some courage from somewhere. He wouldn't judge me, he would understand.
Green wouldn't make this all a big joke and make me feel like shit would he?
"It's...not you..."
"What?"
His voice sounded confused, and I knew I was just complicating everything right now. Why could I never get the words right? Swallowing hard I attempted to explain myself for the first time.
"...the nickname...I wasn't mad at you..."
"You seemed mad."
I looked up at him, seeing how his face had changed to a sombre expression, like he just wanted me to tell him what was really on my mind. But this was not the day to be dwelling on the past. Maybe getting it out in the open would help.
"My dad used to call me...Silv..." I admitted, feeling my body tremble as the images resurfaced.
"He did what?"
Green's hands remained strong as I literally just wanted to crumble to the ground.
Every time, even now...my father always managed to make my skin crawl.
"It started a long time ago...my dad and his... friends were drinking together...and I felt left out. My dad and I...didn't get on so well. So I thought if I drank with them I could feel included...and we could have a normal father and son relationship..."
I swallowed hard as the memories re surfaced.
"...I was so wrong..."
Green's face seemed stern throughout what I had said, like he was listening so hard he could hear a pin drop. When I paused he edged me to continue with a wiggle of his eyebrows. I sighed once more.
"...they jeered at me, and bought lots of vodka shots. My dad said if I could keep up with them, then he might consider being a proper father to me. So...I did what they asked..."
I leaned into Green's embrace, so my head was resting against his chest. I inhaled his strong cologne and felt the warmth his body emitted. Maybe talking about this wasn't so bad after all.
"What happened after that?" Green asked softly. Sighing I tried to remove the horrible images that continued to reappear in my mind, cursing me with their abhorred faces.
"...after the third shot I was sick. I couldn't do it any more...and they laughed at me. They pointed at how pathetic I was and just laughed. And I remember my dad's voice...booming in my mind..."Oh lads...look at him! He's not a man! He's a pathetic...girl. From now on...let's call him Silvia"....and all I heard after that was my father's voice...going around in my head... "Silvia...Silvia..."
Green's body relaxed as he held me close, sighing softly. Re telling the tale of events really took it's toll on me as I exhaled deeply. I could feel my body convulsing slightly in his arms. It was the past, but it still felt like it happened only hours ago.
"...Your dad can't hurt you any more Silver...it's the past."
I looked up at the older male's kind face. He was smiling at me, and at that moment I felt my heart melt a little inside. Why was he so understanding? I didn't deserve to be understood, not after everything I had done.
I was just as screwed up as he was...it was a never ending circle of pain.
But Green was right. It was the past. And my dad could never hurt me again. I wasn't that eight year old kid, lying crying in my bed any more. I was eighteen, I was strong. I could fight my own battles.
He was the weak one...the one who ran away. No, I was not like him. I wasn't weak.
A part of me wished that mom intervened when I was little, but I guess I understood why she didn't.
Maybe she didn't know, or was too scared to say anything?
I wondered if she was still alive, and if I would ever see her again. Smirking to myself I shook my head into Green's chest.
I think I have more chance of meeting Santa Claus than seeing her again...
Green held me for a while until I had calmed down and found it physically possible to stand on my own two feet without assistance. He smiled at me, and it was a genuine one.
Why was it that Green was always here?
Red was actually lucky to have someone like Green looking out for him, always being there.
"Are you feeling better now?"
I nodded, feeling bashful for the first time in a while. It had been a long time since I had spoke to some-one about my past. It just felt weird to talk about it, but I did feel a lot better.
"Yeah...thanks."
"Don't mention it! Anyway, I better get cracking with this cake!"
I watched as he flashed me a brilliant smile before escaping back into the kitchen like nothing happened. I felt my cheeks burn significantly at the thought and tried to ignore it.
Why did that just happen? It was only Green...
But this wasn't the first time I blushed around him. Maybe my emotions were going out of control or something.
Well...it wasn't really surprising.
Helping Green bake wasn't top of my priority list, so instead I just watched television for a while, wondering just how long he would be until it was ready. He had been in the kitchen for hours, and the party was due to start in less than three hours.
Would it be ready in time?
As a Pokemon battle had just ended on the television Green walked towards me, his clothes covered in flour and other food related messes and just smiled.
In his hands lay an absolutely perfect Victoria Sponge cake. Green had even managed to draw an Aipom and a Pichu in icing on the top for decoration, with the words. 'Happy Birthday Gold' written just above it.
Well at least this was ten times better than the old cake.
"Wow...this actually looks edible." I joked, hardly believing what I saw. At least Gold would be happy about having a cake that looked good. Green smiled, proud of his handy work. He wasn't kidding when he said he could bake.
"I said I had it covered."
And now that aspect was out of the way I breathed a sigh of relief, counting down the minutes till Green and I made our way to the party venue, ready for the main event.
Hours passed and eventually it came down to the time where Green and I were ready to leave. Considering it was Gold's birthday I had tried to make an effort. That consisted of wearing an ironed black silk shirt with dark denim jeans.
I even tried, emphasis on the word 'tried', to do something with my hair.
At least I managed to calm it down a little and flatten it so it didn't look so unruly, but my complexion was still pasty white, completely clashing with my hair colour.
No matter what I did I still looked horrible, but I hoped that Gold wouldn't mind. Fashion and me in the same sentence did not mix.
Of course Green looked great, as usual. His hair was wilder than I ever thought it was possible. He too was wearing a shirt, which was a beautiful azure colour, accompanied by dark jeans. His cologne was as potent as usual, causing me to laugh violently every time he neared me. But that was just Green for you.
It was unfair that he took pride in his appearance and managed to pull it off, unlike me.
So once we were all set Green carried the cake, which was covered in a plastic tub, just because I had a tendency to drop things. Weavile and Aipom offered to house sit once again, which was nice of them.
I figured that a loud atmosphere like a party might not be a good idea for them. Weavile hated crowds anyway.
"Well...it's time." Green beckoned to me as he stood by the front door, holding the cake. I nodded, taking a deep breath.
Gold's eighteenth birthday party was due to start in less than thirty minutes...and I was a nervous wreck.
I hoped to God the girls had managed to decorate the place properly.
We travelled to the venue by taxi, considering it would have took longer than thirty minutes to walk it down, and I didn't fancy it. The taxi ride was quiet and comfortable, the only sounds that emitted through the atmosphere was the soft humming of the engine, which was soothing.
I gazed out of the window, thinking.
I hadn't seen Gold all day...
I wondered if he was okay. I knew he was with Red, but after everything that had happened I figured Red wouldn't be too great at fighting off psychopaths. Taking a deep breath I tried to steady my nerves. This was ridiculous.
Why was I worrying over this?
"Silver...relax..." Green's voice entered my ears, causing me to turn and face him. "Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise."
His voice was sincere and it made me smile weakly. Yeah, maybe he was right. My mind was just going into over drive that was all.
"...force of habit." I admitted.
"Trust me. If something does happen we have a plan sorted, so stop worrying. We all know what to do."
He lifted the hem of his shirt up to reveal the gun he brought. Well at least we had a back up plan because the one we had wasn't very good.
I smirked at the thought.
Yeah, Gold playing dead. Because he totally wouldn't screw that up would he?
I sighed softly, looking out of the window once again. If I just focused on the birthday instead of impending doom I might actually enjoy myself for once, if not at least for one night.
When the taxi pulled up outside the community hall huge dark blue banners covered the large windows. Bold white lettering spelling 'Eighteen today' was covering the entire building, and beautiful gold and silver balloons were tied up in bunches at each corner. As I got out of the taxi I smiled softly.
Okay...they did a good job.
Green paid the fare and I watched as the black vehicle drove away, and the sound of music blaring soon took over my ears.
Was it already starting?
Green stood beside me and inhaled deeply.
"Well...this looks great!" He mused.
I nodded, silently pleased with their work. Although I had a feeling Crystal would enquire about the cake. Well, if she had done it right in the first place then a new cake didn't need to be made.
"Yeah...let's go inside."
The taller male lead the way up to the large oak doors, whilst I just looked around aimlessly. This place was quite isolated in the large port town of Olivine. The community hall had large glass windows, allowing lots of natural light into it's room. It seemed this area was hardly used by tourists which pleased me.
A private affair suited me just fine.
"SILVER!" A voice cried as we walked inside, only my eyesight soon became blurry as something collided with my face.
It took a few seconds to realise that it was Blue, and she was hugging me to death. I smiled, feeling a tightness around my throat as the taller girl squeezed. Eventually she let go, admiring my attire, and my attempt at hair styling.
She smiled happily.
"You look wonderful!"
"...pull the other one." I groaned, rolling my eyes.
Blue wore a beautiful pink summer dress which reached just above her knees and her hair was immaculate. She clicked her tongue in annoyance as the loud music started to sink into my brain cells.
Just what the hell was playing?
"You do!" She declared loudly.
Okay, maybe arguing with her wasn't a good idea. So I just nodded meekly, scanning the room for people I knew. It was packed, and I mean with people who I had never seen before. Did Gold know all these people?
My paranoia really started to act up when foreign eyes burned into me, as strangers sipped their cocktail drinks in disgust.
"Crystal decided to be DJ..." Blue giggled, indicating with her arm to a raised platform, where she stood with some headphones on, pretending to enjoy the music that was hurting my ear drums.
What the fuck was this? Funky house? Whatever it was, it was pure shit.
"I can see that!" I cried over the loud music, that seemed to get louder as time progressed. I had also realised that Green had been swallowed up by the crowd and I had no clue where he went.
Hopefully he was still alive.
"Gold is over there!" Blue shouted, pointing to the far end of the brightly coloured hall.
There I saw him, standing against the wall, talking to some-one. Balloons and banners hung on the walls behind him and he seemed happy, which was good. And he actually made an effort. He wore a pink shirt, which suited him with blue jeans that seemed too tight around his legs.
"Okay! I'll go and say hello!"
Moving away from the safety of Blue I decided to risk my life through the crowd. Occasionally I would get elbowed in the ribs or shoved around but, eventually I reached the wall, meeting Gold's gaze. He smiled at me when he saw me.
"Silver!"
It was now I noticed Red was with him, dressed in a similar attire. So that was why they went out, to get suited and booted for the occasion. He smiled faintly at me before taking a sip from his drink.
"You look...great!" Gold enthused happily, walking towards me to give me a hug. I embraced the dark haired boy tightly, inhaling deeply.
"You do too."
The music blared in my ears as Gold and I just hugged for a while, enjoying each other's company. I closed my eyes, trying to block it all out, and only to envision that it was only me and him in the room, no one else.
No noise...no people...no interruptions. Just us.
"Hey Gold!" A brash voice entered my ears which immediately made my body tense up.
I knew that accent...
As we pulled away I turned to face the direction and noticed it was Ruby. He was smiling wildly. It seemed he forgot it was a party and so dressed like he would normally, even with the stupid hat.
"Ruby?! What the hell are you doing here?" Gold cried, before smiling. They smacked fists together before Ruby grinned once again.
"Silver invited me!"
I frowned, wishing I hadn't. He was such a stuck up prick, I didn't need this shit.
"Well...that was nice of him." Gold joined in, giving me a concerned look. Red stayed mute, as usual, enjoying his drink. Meanwhile I was trying to stay calm.
Ruby's accent was driving me up the wall!
"This party is great!" He enthused, looking around at all the people dancing around him. I sighed, folding my arms. This party was not my idea of fun.
Having strangers bump and barge into me? Staring at me like I was dirt on the bottom of their shoes? No thanks.
"Yeah! It's great to see you again!" Gold beamed happily, smiling like an idiot as usual. Now my eyes started to search for some-one else to mingle with, obviously Gold and Ruby were far too enthralled in each other to notice me.
Sighing softly I stole a glance at Red, who seemed to be just staring at the same spot. Was he day dreaming? It was only when I looked to where he was staring that I realised he was actually staring at some-one. And that some-one was Green.
"Man! You have changed so much man! Totally rocking your outfit!" Ruby cried, and at that moment I walked towards where Green was.
He was standing opposite us, against a wall, still holding that cake. Was he protecting it with his life or something? So I risked my life for a second time through the crowd, feeling people elbow me, and push me around until I reached the safety of the wall.
The music blared into my ears, causing me to wince.
Couldn't some-one change this play list?!
My eyes caught Green's as he flashed me an apologetic smile. I wondered if it was because of the crowd? My eyes focused on the plastic tub in his hands and couldn't help but sigh.
"You're still carrying that?"
"I don't know where to put it." The older male replied, his eyes scanning the room uneasily.
That was true. Wherever he put it there was a risk of it being trodden on, or knocked onto the floor. I wasn't familiar with the layout of this community hall but I reckoned there had to be other rooms.
"Shall we look for somewhere safe then?" I asked, anything to stop hearing this awful music. Green nodded slightly. Aimlessly I looked around, wondering where we could go.
But before we had any chance to move the music cut out, and a horrible screeching sound from the microphone deafened me.
"Hello everyone!"
It was Crystal, and everyone in the room stopped doing what they were doing and stared at the blue haired girl. What was she playing at?
"Thank you all for coming! And now...I think it's time we wished Gold a happy birthday!"
The crowd cheered, and quickly I tried to find Gold amongst the crowd, but I couldn't pinpoint his location. I huffed in annoyance as the cheery song started. The whole crowd sang along.
"Happy birthday to you~! Happy birthday to you~! Happy birthday to Gold~! Happy birthday to you~!"
The crowd cheered and whistled and clapped in admiration. I couldn't help but smile along with them. This truly was a happy day, for everyone.
A loud crashing sound murdered my ear drums and instinctively I knelt down, using my arms to protect my head. Screams and shouts were the next thing I heard as broken glass rained down onto my body. I closed my eyes, not daring to open them.
Wails and cries hurt my ears as I tried to understand just what the hell was going on. What made that crashing sound?
Once the glass shower seemed to have ended I moved my arms, daring to peek out at the damage. Somehow a large dumping truck had driven right through one of the glass windows, causing it to shatter. It had also damaged a segment of the roof, and parts of it were falling down.
Dust billowed in the air causing me to cough violently. Screams and cries were still heard by people and I wondered if anyone was hurt.
I shakily stood up, trying to get a better view of the person behind the wheel. Their face was hidden behind a veil of long dark tangled hair, and blood was smeared on the windscreen. I figured whoever it was wouldn't be getting up any time soon.
Aimlessly I glanced around until I spotted Blue in one of the corners, cowering in fear. Her pink dress was covered in dust and blood splatters from the people who were injured close by.
"Blue!"
Immediately her eyes met mine, clouded with tears. Her face flushed with relief as she got to her feet shakily and rushed towards me.
"Silver!" She cried as she collided with me, hugging me as hard as she could.
Her body convulsed as she allowed tears to now escape her eyes. Sighing to myself I didn't know what else to do but hold her.
"Silver...what happened?"
I shook my head desperately, not knowing myself.
Was it an accident? But who the hell would be driving a dump truck at that speed around a port town?
"Blue...is everyone else alright?" I asked, moving from the embrace to place my hands on her shoulder's, which trembled underneath my touch. She looked unsure, and her face was pained.
No...did some-one get hurt?
Once again I tried to find the others.
Wasn't Green by my side when it all happened? Where did he go?
"SILVER~!" Blue screamed, pointing to a portion of the roof, which as soon as I laid eyes on it fell just in front of us with a crash, billowing a dust cloud around the room.
We both coughed violently trying to see through the haze, but it was impossible. This whole building could cave in, if we were not careful.
"You have to get out of here!" I told her sternly, watching as her bottom lip quivered a little in sadness. The brunette shook her head weakly before I glared at her.
I wished she wouldn't act so stubborn! She was in danger!
"No...I can't you leave...I..."
"It wasn't a request Blue, it was an order."
She blinked at me, allowing tears to fall down her cheeks, which were sprinkled with dust. Then she nodded. That was a relief. She glanced at me a final time before rushing out of the door, which amazingly was still okay and not harmed.
Taking a deep breath I tried to get some courage from somewhere. I needed to find the others!
I scrambled over the pile of debris, desperately searching for faces I recognised, screams that I knew of. But I saw nothing. My clothes were covered in dust and dirt, and the skin on my hands was starting to blister and split. Blood seeped out of the cuts on my fingers but I continued.
What if Gold was under this rubble?
"SILVER!"
Instantly I shot up, recognising that voice. It was Red! He was knelt beside something, waving with his hand for me to walk over. In haste I made my way over to another pile of debris, where the roof had collapsed.
Red seemed fine, apart from having dust all over him, and a few cuts and bruises.
"Silver, it's Crystal!"
I knelt down to where he was pointing. Crystal lay motionless, with her legs trapped underneath one of the beams from the roof. It looked painful to move her.
We needed assistance and urgently!
"Red call for the fire brigade!" I bellowed to the champion, who nodded quickly. He fished into his pockets for his phone whilst I tried to get to Crystal. Her eyes were closed, but she was still breathing.
Then I gazed down at her trapped legs. Blood was seeping onto the ground from where they had cut into her and I wondered if she would make it.
Oh no...this...this was worse than I ever thought!
Red placed a hand on my shoulder to steady my wavering emotions as he placed the phone to his ear.
"Hello? Fire brigade please..."
I tuned out of his voice as I watched Crystal, lying on the cold hard ground, trapped.
Why couldn't I help her?!
"Crystal? Stay with us! The fire brigade are on their way." I assured her, not even knowing if she could even hear me. My heart was pounding in my chest as realisation started to sink in.
The birthday card...the three, or four presents...was this...Cyan? I had to find GOLD!
"Red stay with Crystal, I have to find Gold!"
He nodded as I stood up, feeling my legs wobble underneath my weight.
No...Gold...he had to be okay! He had to be!
Quickly I looked around, hoping to see his goofy smile somewhere. But I didn't. I saw a bunch of people I didn't know scrambling about, trying to get out of the hall, but no Gold.
"Shit...shit... shit..." I cursed to myself, pacing around the hall, that was covered in debris. I ran my fingers through my hair uneasily. Where could he be?
"S-Silv-er..." I heard a weak voice enter my ears.
Quickly I looked to where I heard the voice to see it was Green. He was lying underneath some rubble that had fallen on top of him. Promptly I scrambled towards him, trying to remove the debris.
He smiled faintly, coughing violently as time after time I shoved pieces of brick and glass out of the way, not caring if I got cut along the way.
"Don't worry Green, I'll get you out."
My heart thundered in my chest as I looked at my hands. They were covered in blood, and I knew it was not mine. Glancing back down at the ground I noticed it was Green's. A shard of glass had pierced his stomach, and he was bleeding pretty badly. But he still smiled at me.
"Silv-er..."
"No...don't talk." I shushed, panicking.
What was I supposed to do?! Oh fuck...oh shit!
Running my fingers through my hair I watched as his eyes closed briefly and opened once again. His breathing was raspy and drawn out, like it was a difficult task for him to do.
"Don't worry... we will get you out of here!" I assured him, watching as he smiled weakly. It was a smile of disbelief, and I hated it!
Have faith Green! Please! Fucking hell don't die you bastard!
I glanced across at Red, wondering if I should call him to be by his lover's side. But he already looked upset...I didn't want to destroy him.
So I didn't.
"I have to find Gold..." I murmured weakly, feeling tears sting my eyes at the thought of him being dead.
What if...he was...?
My hands trembled as I dug them into the debris, not caring about the sensation on my flesh. I needed to make sure he was safe.
"Find...Gold..." Green issued weakly to me, causing me to look at him.
He nodded, like it was the right thing to do. But I couldn't just leave him here. He smiled at me, and I swear to God it was heartbreaking to witness. A part of me wondered if it was the last time I would ever see his smile again.
"Go..." He murmured weakly.
I nodded in response and stood up, feeling just how shaky my legs had become. I had to find Gold.
He just had to be okay! But where would I start?
The whole room was a shambles, and what if he was underneath the debris? Panic flooded every inch of my body as I stepped over broken shards of glass and brick, that smothered the once pristine tiled floor.
Then I wondered if there were other rooms in this community hall.
There had to be, right? Like toilets, or a cleaning cupboard. But...why would Gold be there?
He was in this room when the roof decided to cave in. I glanced up at the ruined ceiling, allowing my mind to short circuit with thoughts, thoughts I didn't want to even consider.
Fusing my eyes shut I decided that standing around contemplating the maybe's and what if's were doing no good for my sanity so, I had to look for him. Over the noise of crying and wails I decided that getting out of this room might be beneficial, after all, Gold could have left the room.
I managed to find the door, through the mountains of broken glass, and beams from the roof, and wondered down the narrow hallway. It was silent, deathly silent. But it wouldn't be for long.
It was probable some-one had called for an ambulance, even the police. And sirens blaring in my ears was something that I didn't want right now.
Grunting to myself I stopped outside an old worn out looking door. On appearance it seemed like it hadn't been used for years.
What was this? A cleaning cupboard?
Sighing to myself I decided to try to steady my nerves, and pushed the door. It creaked open painfully, causing me to wince. As my eyes scanned the room it was indeed a cleaning cupboard, only it seemed rather large.
Aimlessly I searched along the wall for a light switch, and sadly my search was failing miserably. So, without light to guide me I stepped into the dark void, that was the room and tried my best to navigate.
The room had a damp smell, like old dusty books, and water logged wall paper.
I cursed as I bumped into something solid in front of me, and then a long string tickled my forehead.
Instinctively I grabbed it and pulled, only to allow the room to become illuminated in light.
The sound of a door being locked entered my ears, closely followed by my own heart beat, pumping faster and faster in my chest. My eyes met a pair of narrowed azure ones, then trailed down to a wicked smile that wreaked havoc with my insides, then realisation hit me in the face.
"What a pleasant surprise this is." That voice sent a violent shiver down my body, as instinctively I tried to back away. But I couldn't.
The room seemed so much smaller now, like the walls were closing in on me.
And that look in his eyes...I saw that look before. When I was eight...
"No..." I mumbled, feeling my body convulse as those dark eyes burned into my very soul, and a heartbreaking cackle filled the air.
Cyan couldn't be here...he...no!
"Oh yes. I just popped by to see how you were enjoying the party." He smirked, leaning against the wall, eyes never leaving mine. I felt my hands clench into fists protectively.
Had he already got to Gold?
"...you...bastard!" I cried in anger. He shook his head and tutted in annoyance.
"No need for such vulgar language Silver. I was only visiting. Besides... I heard it went CRASHINGLY well."
He laughed darkly, and my skin exploded into goosebumps. He did this...he was the cause of this?! I bit my lip harshly as he stared at me, without a care in the world.
But...he wasn't driving the truck...
"...how could you do that?!"
"Quite easily." He returned coyly. "In fact, I didn't even have to do anything. As you know, I wasn't the one behind the wheel."
He had a point, so who was it?
Was Crystal right all along? Did he have outside help?
I felt myself backing away as he neared me, that wicked smile never leaving his face.
"Then... who..." I tried, feeling my voice fail on me as he got closer. My whole body tensed as he paused inches away from me.
"...Violet."
My eyes widened.
What? That... wasn't possible! She...was good! She would never side with the enemy! She helped me! She called for an ambulance when I got hurt! Wait...
Cyan smiled at me, and I tried reading his expression. He was toying with me, screwing with my head.
"That...can't be.."
"Oh I assure you, it is. Bless her soul, after she hit you over the head in the alleyway she just had to call for an ambulance. She was never truly cut out for being my sidekick..."
He laughed, and I swear it chilled my very soul. He knew that she could die if she drove that truck. And now, she was dead and he didn't even seem bothered.
"...You knew...you knew if she drove that truck she would die!"
"Oh...details!"
He waved me off, smirking.
Did he really have no heart? Did I create this...monster?!
Then a thought hit me.
What about Gold? Did he think he was dead?
I swallowed hard, thinking of various scenarios. What was I supposed to say now?
"Oh...did Gold like his birthday card?" Cyan added in, looking at me curiously.
Was he having me on here?!
I frowned at his remark and folded my arms, trying to distance myself between him.
"Why did you send it?"
"Because I am so generous!" He exclaimed. "I even got him four birthday presents!"
He neared me once again, and I felt my back hit against the wall. There was no escape, nowhere to run. I was stuck between Cyan and the wall.
Great...
"What presents?!" I cried, trying to fight off the fear that was starting to seep into my bones. He smirked.
"Let me list them for you..." He started to count on his fingers. "Number one...his best friend will be crippled for the rest of her life."
My eyes widened as thoughts of Crystal returned.
No...crippled?! This was...no he had to be lying!
"Number two..." He continued. "...two of his friends are dead."
I blinked, trying to fight off the urge to cry.
Dead? Who was dead? Then it hit me. Oh no...not him...not...Green!
"Number three..." Cyan continued, his voice hurting my ears. "...his other friends will never recover from this...incident..."
I felt my body tremble violently as I looked at the floor.
No...this...wasn't happening! This was...a nightmare!
"And finally..." I froze as I felt Cyan near me, his breath was hot on my face as I flinched involuntarily. "...your precious Gold..is dead!"
It felt like my heart had literally just exploded in my chest, and death was coming to take me away from this cruel world. My ears rang with those words.
Gold...is dead...
Tears stung my eyes as fear crept it's way into my heart.
Was he...being serious. Was Gold really...
I closed my eyes tightly, feeling every heartbeat wreak havoc within me, causing me to feel a pain that was excruciating.
"I'd say...we are finally even, wouldn't you?"
I glared at him, and watched as he smiled. Then a switch flicked in my mind and the only thing I saw was a horrible red mist.
Growling like a feral cat I lunged at him, knocking him to the floor. My hands reached and gripped his throat tightly. With all the power I had I squeezed his throat, watching as he coughed and struggled underneath me. But that smile remained.
His hands reached up to hold my arms, and surprisingly he was strong, stronger than I remembered. I pushed down with all my weight, only to be thrown backwards against the wall.
I hissed as pain shot up my spine, and I closed my eyes.
This bastard wouldn't give up would he?!
"That...wasn't a wise move" He said threateningly, adjusting his t-shirt and rubbing his neck, where I strangled him. My eyes watched him like a hawk as I sat against the wall.
If he dared come near me...
"Get the hell away from me!" I screamed, feeling tears escape my eyes. Cyan shook his head slowly, until he was literally inches away from me.
"We are not...quite even after all..."
What the hell was he talking about? He finally had his revenge, wasn't that enough?
Then that look returned, the power hungry look. I shuddered when memories returned, memories that refused to die. His fingers gripped my chin harshly, forcing me to look at him. And my heart died a little more inside.
"...I'd say you owe me...big time!"
He smirked at me until his face was literally inches away. Instinctively I closed my eyes, praying for this to go away. I just wanted it all to go away. His fingers on my skin made me feel sick, like he was poisoning me.
"Get...the hell off me!"
His other hand grabbed my wrist, forcing it against the wall, stopping me from moving, as clouded azure eyes drunk in this image of me. He smiled softly.
"...I'm not finished with you yet."
No...
The memories stung me like a Beedrill as images of my father haunted my mind.
Images of him saying the same thing to me after he abused me, after he made me feel worthless...cheap...dirty...
My eyes widened in realisation, and by look on his face I figured that was his intention.
"No...no..." I mumbled, shaking my head, trying to get him off me. His grip was strong, stronger than I remembered.
"Shhh~" He cooed, placing a finger to my lips, which trembled. "...fighting it will only hurt you more."
Hurt me more?! What the fuck was he planning to do to me?!
I tried to remain strong, to show him I wasn't afraid. Until he smiled at me, and my defence came crumbling down.
I struggled against him, only to find my wrists were compromised and I couldn't move them. Cyan pushed against me until I was lying flat on the floor, his body weight keeping me from moving.
I shook my head desperately, feeling tears fall down my face. I didn't want look at him any more, I didn't want to feel this any more.
Closing my eyes I tried to block everything out. The poisonous touches on my skin, the toxicity behind his kisses, the evil undertone to his voice. But I couldn't.
"Get...off me!" I cried, feeling his lips attach themselves to my neck, suckling the skin hard.
This was wrong! I didn't want this!
I hissed at the feeling, wishing that somehow I could get this creep off me. Sadly there was no sharp objects around.
His arm stopped me from moving, as the other hand started to squeeze my flaccid organ in my trousers. Squeezing my eyes shut I tried to block it out.
I didn't want to feel this! This...wasn't happening!
"STOP IT!" I yelled desperately, feeling my chest tighten with every breathe. Cyan smiled at me, squeezing harder which caused me to yelp like a Growlithe that had been kicked by it's trainer.
"I would..." He mused, before dark emotionless eyes gazed at me. "...but I just can't stop myself."
Fear consumed me almost immediately as I flailed around, wishing that I could control my own body.
I didn't want to enjoy his ministrations! This was wrong! I didn't like this!
His body weight kept me on the ground, making moving harder. I was stuck, and I couldn't do anything about it.
"Stop doing this!"
Closing my eyes tightly I felt tears well up, longing to be freed as he continued to grope me unmercifully.
Why...? He had his revenge...why...?
Then I felt my black silk shirt riding up my torso slowly.
It was him...he was doing this!
"GET THE HELL OFF ME!" I shrieked loudly.
"That is not going to happen..." He assured me, his voice laced with an evil undertone that made me shiver. I hated myself right now, I hated how he was making my organ erect in my pants.
I DIDN'T LIKE THIS! WHY WAS IT BEHAVING THAT WAY!
Then his breath was hot by my ear as I tensed immediately, praying, wishing for something to happen.
I wanted some-one to help me...anyone!
"I want you...all for myself."
My heart thundered in my chest as I felt his nimble fingers undo the button on my trousers, and slowly they were being pulled down my legs. I kicked out in anger, hoping to cause some damage. But it was hopeless. Cyan used his body weight against me once again, stopping me from moving. I fused my eyes shut, biting into my lip desperately.
Please...some-one...help!
"No...NO!" I cried.
"...and I will have you..."
"NOOOO! I WON'T LET YOU!"
Then the sound of a loud bang rung in my ears causing my whole body to tense up. Keeping my eyes closed I noticed Cyan's body had become stiff against mine, until he went limp and lifeless, collapsing to the ground.
Shakily I opened my eyes, drinking in the image of the embodiment of evil lying on the ground, not moving. Blood was seeping through his shirt, causing the garment to darken.
What happened?
I struggled to sit up, kicking his body further away from me as still he did not move. Quickly I adjusted my clothes, thankful for whatever had intervened.
But as my eyes looked up towards the door I saw some-one I never expected to see. He held Green's gun, pointing it at Cyan, and he trembled with fear as realisation hit him with what he had just done.
He shot Cyan...
My heart continued to beat faster in my chest as relief washed over me.
Broken golden eyes stared at the corpse of the enemy, until they met mine. Then they became over come with tears, that flooded his face, darkening his skin. His clothes were ripped and torn, and bruises covered his honey blemished skin from the incident that happened earlier.
My whole body trembled as I witnessed the gun shot wound in Cyan's back, causing more blood to escape onto the ground.
He was...dead at last.
"G-Gold..?" I struggled to say, feeling my voice fail on me.
His whole body convulsed against the door frame as he dropped the gun to the floor.
"...is he...is...he..." He tried, sniffing back the tears that refused to stop.
I glanced at Cyan, who was still devoid of life. I reckoned he was dead, considering the damage the bullet had inflicted on him. Shakily I rose to my feet, my eyes meeting Gold's. He was breaking down, I could see it.
But...he was alive.
"Yes," I answered, watching as he panicked.
"I...killed him." He murmured, completely in shock with what he just did.
And even though he had murdered him I felt completely at ease now my nemesis was gone for good, and that Gold was still alive.
Now... the only problem that was swimming in my mind was...how was I supposed to get out of this situation now?
Author's Note: GO ON GOLD YOU BEAUTY! Thank Goodness! Some-one needed to do that right? But what happens next? Will Gold get into trouble? What has Silver got planned? Find out in the next chapter! :D Please read and review! It makes a girl very happy face! ^^