Chapter five: The earth witch

"The glowing eyes, unless you want one of them to pounce on you and beat the living holy shit out of you," he replied, pushing past a big door with ease.

How strong was this fool? "Whoops, I'm not sure we're allowed to use that word, seeing as we're in "hell" and all that," I sassed again.

"Usually inmates are brought kicking and screaming, guardian, continue with the sass and I'll throw you out the window." He grated, and I glanced at the glass window with red designs that told strange stories.

Guardian, there was that word again.

"I–well, inmates–" I shut up when he stopped in front of a door.

He stayed silent, staring at the door contemplatively. "Are you gonna–?" I was cut off again with him suddenly barging into the room.

"And then the cocksucker thought she had the right to fucking block me on Hq platform. I swear I'll get Honey and get him to tell the bitch what the fuck I said!" Said no, yelled the boy seated on the black couch in what seemed like an office.

The boy had dark skin, not as dark as mine though, his was more of brown than actual dark, and it almost seemed to have this honeyed olive on it, giving off an attractive hue. He looked just as short as the guy holding my neck but only he was less defined than the other, this guy had more of a seemingly scrawny shape.

He had raven black hair that I first thought were dreads at first glance but then I realized they were actually neatly made thick braids that breached down to his ribs, and covered his round face.

He also had almond shaped eyes like the Asian looking small brute behind me, the only difference was this guy had silver–red eyes. Ripped leather black pants with only a silky robe–like jacket he had on. Why wasn't he wearing any shirt? His entire brown chest was consumed with red ink of a flame illustration up to his collarbone, from there was a simple swirl of red and black spider tattoo on the side of his neck then a red ink of three small spheres in triangular formation on his forehead.

My eyes shifted from the boy to the way older female in a silk silver blouse behind a desk. She had all grey hair pulled up into a bun, dark skin almost like mine, round glasses, and silver eyes identical to the boy on the couch.

"Nikki, again, you can't report arguments, my office is not for whiny little bitches, the next time you come here the guards will kick you out, and drag you into the hole," The woman replied quietly while pressing away on her aged white computer.

This Nikki that was on the couch rolled his eyes and stood up with his hands crossed around his chest, taking the "entitled, sniveling brat pose" I'd become accustomed to from Tade.

Nikki huffed and said in a language I'd heard from television only, "dangsin-eun nae jonjaee gamsahaji anhseubnida."

She still wasn't looking at this– Nikki. "naneun jeongmallo," she replied in the same language.

Nikki whipped his head to the side and responded in english. "Try not to suddenly croak behind the computer, Sheila," he sneered the 'Sheila', before he began walking away.

A pause when he stood next to the boy holding my neck. "Jin," Nikki grated in a quiet voice.

Jin, so that was the name of my captor. Apparently Jin was his name. He scrunched his nose up at Nikki. "Poopsie," Jin replied with a smirk.

Nikki's eyes widened, and disgust etched on his face. "Fuck you," he replied and grumbled away. 

My eyes trailed back, watching the boy stump his way out like a rich little brat, I had a feeling I wasn't making untrue assumptions about the boy's status.

I scoffed quietly. Fucking rich kids.

I was pulled away from my staring and thoughts when Jin began pulling me again, this time onto the couch then walked towards the silver–eyed lady's desk.

Jin pulled out a seat and leaned close to the lady. "Sheila, looking sharp today, your 100th Botox pulled through I see." Jin commented with an evil smirk.

Sheila, the lady behind the desk, gave him a blank stare. "Honey I've had 30 students walk in here in the space of 2 hours, I thrive off demeaning compliments." Sheila replied in an almost robotic manner.

Jin leaned back on his seat, and rolled his eyes. "Look, I found bambi lurking around on school property, so I brought him over." Jin said, looking in my direction.

Sheila turned to me with a scrutinizing stare. "dangsin-eun nae samusil-e ingan-eul delyeo wass-eoyo?" Sheila said in an asking tone.

She kept staring so I raised my hand and waved. "Hi." She frowned at my gesture.

Jin shook his head. "Not quite, he's a guardian, albeit a rather weak one," Jin said, I scowled.

Guardian? Another repeat of that word.

Sheila' eyebrows rose, almost breaching her hairline. 

"What's a guardian? And why is that being referred to me again?" I asked with a dry nervous laugh as Sheila began typing on her computer.

Sheila glanced up at me. "A guardian is an immortal earth witch with the task of– Name?" Sheila cut the former sentence off to ask my name.

Earth witch? These weirdos think I'm some type of witch? 'The magic man' did whatever he did to me and somehow sent me to this damned place because he thought I was a witch? An earth witch? What the fuck even is an earth witch??

"Name kid," Sheila announced and I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Alice Idohosa." I responded sharply. Sheila continued tapping and Jin raised an eyebrow knowingly.

I gave him a face. "Don't look at me like that, boys who cry. Your name sounds like an 'alcohol' type." I wasn't sure if 'boys who cry' was the name of the band this guy looked familiar from but he seriously looked like those singing pretty boys.

"Oh, surprise, he has sass, I'm convinced he belongs here," Sheila suddenly muttered dryly. "Ah, a hit on Alice Idohosa– says here that you're responsible for mass murder, and thereby broke the rules that bind a earth witch resulting to you being sentenced a lifetime in here." Sheila added.

"Lucky you, you get a short sentence." Jin butted in, I ignored that.

"What do you mean by a lifetime sentence, I'm not getting what you're trying to insinuate," I started with a nervous chuckle.

Sheila blinked coldly at me. "You killed a lot of people, kid, now think of this place as a jail for "special" teenagers." Sheila answered, doing air quotes in the special.

I stared down at her getting up. "You mean freaks." I corrected her. Freak was the correct word for anything like me, I mean for God sakes look at Jin, the guy had fucking pointy ears.

Sheila' lips twitched. "Look at that, it's irritating me already." Sheila' silver eyes sparked, and I could feel myself unconsciously edge back and swallow.

"Sorry." I couldn't help but mutter.

"Well, you certainly know how to shut up than the rest of the "freaks" here." Sheila said, looking back at her screen.