Deciding that I was also too exhausted for another game I got up making my way towards the kitchen. This time I'd force Zee to accept my help and I'd leave no room for her to even utter the word no. Noticing Isaiah following behind me, I couldn't help but smile this past couple of days were trying to say the least but he's been there the best he could, the best that I'd let him anyway.
Sweet, pleasurable aroma of food wafted as I got closer. With all the extra, excessive training I had to endure, I was constantly hungry and Zee's food was the only thing that made me feel like I had more than enough.
The glass table held different varieties each and every night, this time I was graced with; big, shallow bowl filled to the brim of cooked plantain, pasta mixed with vegetables, a fat roast chicken situated in the middle, multiple salmon bombarded with different spices. No need to say, but it all looked undeniably delectable. It always baffle
"Veronica that's enough!" Zee's voice boomed through the room silencing even Veronica. Her chocolate eyes turned a shade darker. I've never seen her like this, I've never seen her so, well so angry. I instantly hated myself for turning her this way, this was my fault, all my fault. I should never have ran away, I should never have gone into the woods, that way me and Isaiah would never have met and our destiny could be rewritten. "You know better than to attack someone when they clearly aren't in the right space to defend themselves. Don't lose the morals that were instilled in us." This time her voice held all the authority, I could tell no one expected this from her, not even Jordon. "Veronica. Sit. Down. Or. Leave." Each word, each pause emphasized, neither girls were backing down, Zee held her ground equally as Veronica did, "Okay. Then leave. Now." It was clear by the tone of her voice her command held no room for argument. Her eyes flickered onto each in
Two bodies dropped. Isaiah. No. Steadily getting up from my knees, my eyes connected with Zee's, she finally looked up. So many emotions in one pair of eyes, it was scary to look at. Forcing my head around. I didn't want to come to terms with it. I didn't want to come to terms that he was dead. Isaiah was dead. One body laid in front of me, cramped at my feet, blood freely flowing, Isaiah stood opposite me, still recovering from his initial shock, his gun facing down. He didn't take the shot, it wouldn't have been possible. Two shots. There were two shots. So I would have been dead. Then my eyes followed his. Veronica mounted, slumped onto the wall, head hung low, the gun falling out of her hand clattering loudly against the polished floor, a layer of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, her eyelids shut closed, a hole in her heart. Dead.
He was injured, badly too. Without losing a second, me and Zee went to either side of him draping each arm over our shoulders, his eyes rolled to the back of his head before his head fell back. This wasn't good. Shouting in the distance, still firing, "Keep going! Training Room!" Isaiah yelled. Managing his body weight the best way we could and as fast as we possibly could, we made our way towards the flaming crimson door. Closer. Closer. Zee kicked it open, the abnormal amount of force tearing it off its hinges. Just then, loud, numerous thundering footsteps came into the half exploded complex. They were here. Isaiah arrived in front of us, hastily leading us towards the far side of the room, just away from their view. It bought us time. Just how long though? Elijah was becoming increasingly heavy to
**** Springing straight up from my dream state, my heart rate pounding in my chest. My breathing irregular. But I didn't scream. It wasn't real, it was a dream. Only a dream. I closed my eyes trying to grip onto my version of reality. The version that right now I'd do anything to escape from. Forcing myself to keep my breathing steady, I reopened my eyes adjusting to the new scenery. Bed. I was on a bed. Throwing the duvet wrapped around me, I hung my legs over, the tips of my toes making light contact with the carpeted floor. Where am I? Trying to absorb my surroundings I looked around. Gold encrusted spiral walls, flat-screen television secured to the far end of the wall. A table and a single chair situated towards the corner of the room and a slightly ajar door. I was curious, to say the least. Where exactly was I? I couldn't be back at their c
Suddenly Zee walked into the room, I could see in her eyes evident shock of the close position that me and Isaiah were currently in, I pulled back abruptly but he made no just movement in fact he looked slightly irritated that there was an interruption, he turned his eyes falling on Zee, his face instantly stomped out any previous annoyance. Despite her visible injuries, she was still looking a lot better than I did. Her hair flowed freely around her shoulders, she was wearing similar attire to mine. Her beauty still present. But everything else clearly not, a permanent frown etched onto her face which was completely different from normal, happy smiling Zee and I despised seeing her like that. Her voice came out hard, blunt but not an octave higher or lower from how she usually sounded, "Isaiah, are you ready to go?" His eyes burned into mine, asking if he should go or if he should stay, all I could give him was a
Chapter eight His lips met mine, pressing roughly against it, his tongue trying to pry my mouth opened, the action made me gasp and I could feel a smirk on his face before he deepened the kiss. He worked meticulously, cupping my cheek and stirring things up inside me. This was my first kiss, I had no one to compare him to. All I felt was a mild twirling feeling in my gut, something was there but not completely. Not how I thought it would feel, those books always described sparks and an overwhelming amount of butterflies. Wasn't I supposed to be feeling that? Someone cleared their throat. But it didn't come from Elijah, instantly I pulled back breaking the kiss, his eyes flashed hurt before he slowly bit his lip looking downwards. The only thing right then that I could think about was Isaiah, how I betrayed him and how I hoped that wasn't him behind me. Closing my eyes I prepared for the impact, my back stil
Currently, Adrian was ordering food service, going into the corridor for optimal service holding the menu loosely in his hand. I don't think I could even eat anything if I tried, I'd have to force some food down regardless, I needed as much energy as I could possibly get. Elijah sat on the leather chairs facing me, his expression was more so unsure than angry and I could tell he was contemplating why I wanted to cut my time with him so short, his eyes widened as if thinking that he didn't kiss me with consent but it was quickly diminished like he was assuring himself that he did and knowing he didn't kiss me without my permission his face fell back to its previously confused state. This wasn't my biggest concern and I found myself looking past him towards the big bay windows outside the landscape was one to truly admire, rising up from my seat I made my way towards the glass, stopping when I could visibly see my reflection; everything lo
What was I doing? Why was I even doing this? My hands twitched against the doorknob, I knew this was the worst decision that I could possibly come up with but if it kept everyone safe, if I kept Isaiah safe it was worth the risk. My eyes found the metal block framed clock. 8:25. Thirty-five minutes until curfew. That was more than enough time to get the bus to the ferry. I knew I didn't acquire any tickets but I just figure it out when I get there. If I get there. Apparently, when I would reach the South of French, they would be masses of steps to take place in finding the base, it wasn't just bang and there it was. It was hidden, deeply hidden. But all of that shouldn't be my concern currently, I knew this wasn't my brightest idea wandering about in a completely different country but I was certain that I'd figure it out. I had to right? The fate of the world did depend on me. Shrugging on th
I looked at Elijah, then at Isaiah, the only thing that I could do was to look at all my friends with the utmost confusion that I could muster. What in the hell were they actually talking about? "What do you mean? Do not tell me that all of you concocted some other ridiculous plan about how you are going to save me? It is not going to work, there is no way that you guys could have come up with a plan in less than forty eight hours."I felt Isaiah's hand on mine first, as he looked at me, with the same amount of determination that he always has when it is regarding my life and well being. "But Alexis, what if we can, what if we can save you. Would you accept our help? Would you take that risk, for us, for me? Would you?" I looked at him, as in really looked at him, and I knew it, I just knew it deep down within me that he was not lying, he really was not. They have come up with a plan that is going to save me, I myself was not intent of dying, so if there was a way back,
He smiled, the stretch on his face pulled him in to a wide and bright smile. It was weird actually, I never really thought that I would have made a good wife, but I was more than willing to try for Isaiah, he was everything that I wanted and more. There was nothing that he could not say to me that I would not do for him, nothing. But I knew that I had to do this, not just for only him, but for me too. I had to do it, because if I did not, I am not entirely sure what hope our future had, and that fact was more scary than anything. "I love you, Isaiah. I really do."Although, I saw that hint of sadness crown his features, I could see in clear as day in his eyes that he loved me too, he loved me more than anything. And if there was something I was thankful for, it was most definitely that. He loved me, he loved at me as if I was this rare treasure, this rare jewel that he never thought in his life that he could gain a hold of, but here I was. In front of him, in his arms. Slowly
Before Miss Smith- Anna could say anything else, Isaiah quickly interjected himself, "No! This is not happening, I will not even let anyone entertain the idea." His hand grabbed mine and he squeezed it, hard, I turned to face him. His eyes said everything that I knew he was keeping locked in his heart. I knew that he could not break his composure, but I also knew that it was killing him that I would even think of something like this. For him, it was like I was leaving him, almost like a betrayal. But for me, it was more like a gift from me to him, it was a chance of a better life for him. "Alexis, why are you even thinking about doing this? Have we not been happy? Why would you want to throw it all away when we can find another way around this. It is not fair, please do not do this to me."I looked at him, as in really looked at him, and all I could gift him was a small smile. He would never understand, even if I told him, he would think that I was just doing it to fabricate
She was silent for a while, but I knew that she heard me loud and clear, I could see the gears turning behind her eyes, and I saw all she wanted to know and to tell me, without her even needing to move her lips. There was fear and apprehension, but eventually, she nodded. "If that is what you want and that is what you wish for then, so be it."Isaiah was the first one to make a quick protest, "Are you actually kidding me right now. No." Abruptly he turned to me, "No, Alexis, no. You can not do this you are bringing yourself up for slaughter, and no one at all she be even saying something like that."Zee's hands rest on me, and I turned my attention towards her, "Alexis, Isaiah is right, this is nothing more than an execution on your part. You do not have to sacrifice yourself for us to live. That is not necessary, and it will never, ever be necessary." My eyes then met Elijah, sitting directly opposite me, and he just shook his head. Simple and slow. Side to side. Ther
I was in Isaiah's room wrapped in his embrace, enjoying his warmth when Zee stormed in. Her eyes fueled with fury and there was a hint of something scared between them. My mind started racing rapidly, and the first thing that I could think of was Evan. I mean, Isaiah was okay, I was in his arms, and Zee would not the one to barge in like that for no good reason, especially with the expression she had on her face, right now.Instantly, I forced myself out of Isaiah's embrace, and looked at her straight in the eyes. I do not know what I was searching for, possibly any bad news about Evan, that could only be communicated through the eyes, before she told me out right. But I could not find anything, I mean the clear explanation was that she was trained to be able to effectively conceal her emotions, and she did it well. "What? What is it, Zee. Please tell me, tell me now.""Alexis, you have to come quickly. Miss Smith needs to see you. Now."My bre
"You can never keep your hands off what is someone else." I do not think there has ever been a time, and I mean there has never been a time, ever in my life that I have ever seen Isaiah look this angry, and he has had his fair bout of outbursts in his lifetime, it was almost painful to see him like, all because of me. I did not know what to do, even placing my hands on his chest to calm him down, was beginning to scare the living hell out of me, I did not know what to do. So, I did nothing, and just stood there. But, I still was acting as a barrier between Isaiah and Elijah.I turned over to Elijah, who did not look the slightest bit upset with me, he just gave me a small smile, when I mouth a quick sorry and in return, he gave me another small nod. He was not angry, but I knew that he should have been. I mean, I would, because yes, I said it so I could clear my conscience, but it did not mean that I did not just fracture and damage the relationship that they shared as
There it was, the word vomit that was creeping up inside my throat, gear to escape, I knew that telling him the truth, and the end of things, would prove much greater than lying to him, just as I knew that the truth always had a nasty habit of leaking out, and against my better judgment, I knew against everything that I did, that the truth would eventually come out, whether I truly liked it or not. And I knew that deep down, there was nothing that scared me more than that. Nothing at all, so I took the deep dive, and I opened up emotionally, mentally and physically. I could tell that the heart was becoming very evident on my face because he looked at me, Isaiah looked at me, as if there was something deeper that he had to know. Both of his arms wrapped around my own, "Alexis." His voice dropped, the tone considerably lower than before, "What is the matter? Tell me, what is wrong?"I looked down, I could not bear anything in him to look him straight in his eyes, he lifted my h
"Congrats, Alexis." I am so proud of you, Zee quickly engulfed me in a tight and quick hug, I almost felt as though I was suffocating, but if that was not enough to tell me how proud of me that she was, I really did not know what would. Right now, they decided conveniently, to hold an after party, as a sort of celebration for me, and the apparent hope that they now had, not as though I could be able to do everything by myself. It was not just solely and wholly me. It was not, and I do not think that it will ever be that. I had the help of Miss Smith, and everything surrounding that, without her, I do not think that I would have been able to reach this stage as I have done now. So, I have to give all my thanks and appreciation to her, and only her in my honest opinion. But they all insisted, and I would feel as though I was being ungrateful if I did not accept it. There was no teachers present, there was only agents, and soldiers, and Evan. Zee did the courtesy of collecting him from
I walked up further to the front of the stage, and I could feel the paper that I was currently holding in my hand shake, as in it was not the type of shake that would be easy to hide, it was clear and evident and very. very out there and it was that bad that I knew that I was struggling to keep myself still. I took a deep breath in and out, and then in again, thinking that would prove something, and hopefully that would calm me down. But to no avail, I felt myself trying to swallow down the upcoming bile that was raising steadily and rapidly in my throat. Come on, Alexis, come on you can do this. My eyes found Isaiaih's again as he gave me a small, encouraging smile, his blue eyes lightening up and he gave me a thumbs up. I smiled appreciably, and nodded, releasing the breath that I currently took in. I can do this. I know that I can.I looked down at the paper in front of me, and it was as if the words on the page started blurring and moving around everywhere. I was st