Eleanor allowed her eyes drift open. Looking around, she saw that she was laying in a bed as usual, but, instead of sunlight, the soft moonlight shone through the window, casting an ethereal glow unto the room.
"You're awake."She turned her head to the side and saw a figure sitting on a chair by the window. She blinked and squinted but could only make out a silhouette. The figure rose and began to walk towards her. Big and muscled, yet, she just knew it wasn't Andreas. It wasn't till he sat down on the bed beside her that she saw that it was Anthony. She gave him a tired smile,"Hi." And tried to sit up. He helped her sit with her back against the headboard before settling down again. She wrapped her tired arms around her raised knees and sighed."How long have I been out?""Three days.""So today's Saturday?"Anthony nodded, "Approximately-" he paused to pull out his phone "-8:52pm. How do you feel?""Beat." Eleanor chuckled dryly.AnthAfter everyone had settled down to either watching TV in the kitchen or playing games in the living room, and the day had dwindled on into the afternoon with the 2:00pm sun shining forth, Eleanor alerted Anna that she was going home to change, got Anthony and left. Anthony walked her to her house, then went to his hotel.As soon as Eleanor stepped a foot inside the house, her phone rang. Mystery man."Hello?""Where are you?""At home.""Why didn't you tell me?""You were playing games.""Anna tells me you're going out.""Mm-hmm.""To where?""Ask Anna.""She's not telling me.""Oh.... I see." She strolled into her room."Where are you going?""To take a shower. It's funny how hot it is outside. The breeze-""Bella."She rolled her eyes. "Look, Anthony and I are coming back there to meet with Anna before we leave. I'll tell you then."She could feel him frown."Stop frowning.""I'm not fro
Andreas opened the door and walked out. Where was Eleanor? He'd woken up on the chair and she wasn't on the bed. She wasn't in the house, in fact. He let the early morning sun wash over his face, as he rose his head and took a big whiff. He followed her scent to a tree and stood there. She came to a tree? He heard shuffling coming from up top and exhaled.Of course.He proceeded to lie on the ground. He got comfortable and focused his eyes on the tree."What're you doing up there this time?" He called out."What're you doing down there?""Waiting for you to fall."Her eye roll was inevitable. He hastily caught sight of her legs before they disappeared. He remained there for a few more minutes, watching like an eagle for any sign of distress, before she came down. He sat up. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, her face and neck was wet with sweat, her chest was clad in a dark blue sports bra with a small cross bag trailing across and ending at her hip,
He was speechless. Try as he could, he couldn't formulate words.His eyes were stuck on the drawing on the notepad."You... You did this with thirty minutes?"She nodded."How...." He trailed off.She shrugged.When he said nothing more, and just stared at the page, she asked,"Do you like it?"Like it? It was, by far, the most outrageous thing he'd ever seen. It was horrible. His head was a circle on a stick with bubbles for eyes and talons for eye brows. His arms were sticks with little stones as fingers, his body was a crooked line with a series of bunched up circles as muscles, then his legs were overly shaded lines, making it look like he had cysts for knees, all rounded up with.... Were those pancakes? He squinted and looked closer. Oh... No. Those were his feet. To put it lightly... It was an eye sore."I definitely feel something for it." He said and looked at her with astonished eyes. One look at her face told him she was fightin
Eleanor lay like a starfish on the forest floor. It had been three days. Three whole days of training with Anthony and she had only just gotten some reprieve by throwing him off. Who knew emotions were so much work, even when brought into physical display? Turning back against him the emotional energy he got from her was a real strainer."One more round, stand up."Anthony said and went to pull her up. Eleanor groaned and muscled herself up.Three hours later....Anna left Eleanor in the bathroom and rushed out to get a kit. Eleanor pressed a hand against her stomach and took in laboured breaths. During training, while they were working on the force of anger, as she'd tried sending it back, she'd left one of her emotions unprotected and Anthony, being the emotion hog that he was, saw it and even while he was sent flying over a distance, shot something right back at her. Her fear. She was scared of so much. Who knew fear packed such a heavy punch? She looked d
Morning came quickly and the first thing Andreas did was to check in with Kolan. After being reassured that she was asleep, he cleaned up and went to Anthony, leaving Anna with Eleanor. Eleanor awoke but didn't move. She was still in wherever she was last night. She hadn't left. They were coming. They were coming for her. They would always come to snatch up whatever happiness she had. They would kill someone and leave it on her conscience. Someone was going to die... Because of her.... Unless she did something about it. Tell them? Does she tell them? If they know, they still wouldn't be able to kill her and yes, their attacks would become a lot more vicious and frequent but then again, it would save a life.... Or would it? Thinking back to everything she had ever heard and seen, read and felt about Faceless voice, he was mercilessly destructive. He didn't care who was or what was. All he knew was destruction and call her psycho, but she cackled. Kolan's eyes were on her but
As days went by, Eleanor threw herself into training as she moved on with Alexandra. Alexandra's own sector was combat. Physical combat. After finding out that the shield she was able to use against Anthony could also be used to block off her fire, she went into sparring with Alexandra and Alexandra was actually good at it.... Very good at it. And professional. No snide comments, no verbal bites, no sarcastic replies, not even eye rolls and not once did she try to use her extraordinary strength to hurt Eleanor. It was almost like they were cool now. Eleanor would run in the morning, as per Alexandra's request, then after that, they would get to fighting, with Leo, Nick, Anthony, Andreas, and even Anna giving out tips and warnings from the side lines. Eleanor hadn't spoken of her trauma anymore. It was like nothing even happened and Andreas was worried, but he made sure to keep his watchful eyes on her at a distance. After two weeks of continuous training, Eleanor began to notice the
After taking the herbal tea, her menstrual flow had darkened. When she'd told Anna, Anna had beamed and exhaled in relief. Apparently, the poison was finally leaving her system.Eleanor spent her five down days talking to her parents, her sister and just basically resting. Andreas had been a real rock, throughout. She'd spoken with Liam three times before he suddenly stopped picking up or responding to her texts. He was probably too busy with work and stuff. Yeah. That was it. No need to worry. As soon as she stepped out of the room and Anthony smelt no blood, he engulfed her in a big hug and ran off with her. After giving him an earful, she had to hike her way back to the house, as Anthony had taken them into the forest. All Andreas did was watch with a raised brow. Sunday came and went. Her anxiety was building. She really wanted to go to the lab.On Monday morning, after having breakfast and talking about what they were going to look out for, they left for the l
Dizziness assailed her. A fowl smell was let loose and it weighed heavily on her senses. She fought the urge to just lay there, and drew her eyes open. Familiarity... The familiarity of the room hit her and greeted her, even as she lay on floor. Why... Why would he bring her here? Her heart began to race as a certain dark feeling coiled within her. Bracing herself, she rolled over and was trying to stagger into a standing position when under the bed, she saw a small piece of something. It held the smell that coated the room. Pulling herself up, she saw little pieces of it everywhere. It was everywhere. She knew this place.... She had been here before! No.... No... Ignoring the thickness of blood on the floor, she began to walk towards the bed. She walked, begging for it not to be so. She took unsteady step after unsteady step, feeling the shake of her shoulders. Upon reaching the top of the bed, she saw brown hair. Gripping the sheets, she yanked them off and froze. On the bed