Not Gray being a hero and villain at the same time *snicker*
After taking off the blood stained shirt with the hole on it, Gray Stewart hung it on a hook behind the door of a toilet cubicle she was in. Rummaging inside a paper bag, she took out a black buttoned shirt, identical to the one she took off. Tearing off the tag, she then changed into it. When she raised both arms slightly over her shoulders to slide in the sleeves, she felt a pang on her stomach. “Damn that woman,” she mumbled to herself as she slowly buttoned her shirt, all the while glaring at the blood stained shirt in front of her. “Well, it’s not like she asked you for help.” However, even having said that, she could still not be mollified. She took out her long hair that had been tucked in the shirt on her back. “Has she always been like that?” And with that thought, her head refreshed the day she first had an interaction with her. It was at the time when Edward had been hospitalized after his car accident. Gray and Zia were both in the hospital, substituting Martha. A knock
As the two got inside, Zia stared at the little girl. Blonde hair and fair skinned. She immediately realized who the little girl was. And as the two moved beside Edward's bed, Zia walked backwards, beside Gray who was near the door. "Do I look like her from behind?" she asked Gray. "I don't know." Gray moved back a little behind her and tilted her head. "Yeah, I guess," she said, then stood back beside her. "What do you think they're doing?" "Uhh..." Gray stared at the two for a while. "Reciting an incantation to buff his mana points?" "What is she, a cleric player?" "I don't know, I don't play video games." "Then why do you know those terms?" "Author looked them up." "I...I see..." Gray glanced at her. "Hey, how are you feeling?" "Better, I guess." Zia sighed. "Thanks for making me realize." "Just stating the obvious." As they were chattering, Teresa approached them. The whites of her eyes were light red and hints of teardrops were left on her cheeks. "T-thank you so mu
Gray Stewart grabbed her blood stained shirt and put it on the paper bag. She then turned the knob open on the toilet cubicle she was in. However, before going out, she paused. She glanced at the paper bag. Suddenly, it reminded her of another memory she had that also involved the vile woman. It was the time when Zia had forced her to go shopping and they were on their way home that night. “God, I’m exhausted,” said Zia as Gray put all their shopping bags in the trunk. “Really?” said Gray sarcastically and slammed the tailgate shut. They arrived at the shopping mall in the morning and now that they were leaving, stars were already visible from the sky. Gray climbed on the driver’s seat, and Zia on the passenger’s seat beside her. Gray started driving and when they reached the main road, there was heavy traffic. “I think we got caught in the evening rush hour,” said Zia, looking at the jam-packed road and vehicles surrounding them. “You think?” said Gray dryly, annoyance flitting
As the waitress found the four a vacant bigger table, she moved their food and utensils along with the help of other staff. Meanwhile, Gray silently glared at Belinda sitting across from her on the table while she stabbed her food and brought it to her mouth. Meanwhile, Zia and Edward were having a pleasant conversation. It was like spring on one side of the table and winter on the other. “So, how are your legs now, uncle Edward?” asked Zia. “They’re finally healed I guess,” answered Edward. “You can walk now?” “I can walk now.” “You can jump now?” He softly chuckled. “Yes, I think I can jump and run now.” She slightly tilted her head to the side. “You can run now?” “I didn’t try that yet but I think I’m fine with running now.” “Then you’re completely healed.” She beamed a wide smile. “Yeah, I guess I already am.” He broke into a smile. A waiter approached Zia’s side and set down a bowl of sorbet. “Melon sorbet for the young lady,” he said. Then he went over to Gray’s side
"Yeah..." Zia Scott replied in an unhappy tone to what Belinda said. She felt that Belinda could go on and babble flowery words, but to her it would always feel like eating a poisonous apple the moment she would let her guard down. She may not know the woman for long and she may have been too quick to judge her; however, perhaps it was woman intuition, she just couldn’t bring herself to grow fond of Belinda. "But did you know that he got hit by a car..." Belinda said. "No. He underwent surgery for five hours, and is still unconscious as of this moment with drugs injected in his body, plus a few scars that will probably be permanent or at least take a few months to disappear. Yeah, I think the reason was he spent, like, an hour looking for me and he just got really exhausted," Zia scoffed as she thought to herself. "...because he was trying to save a little girl?" "What?" Zia uttered. "And from what I've heard, the little girl had blonde hair and was wearing a white dress," Belind
"Where is it again?" Zia Scott mumbled to herself as she glanced around the doors on the corridor. While looking around as she walked aimlessly, she fell flat on the floor as she bumped into what felt like a hard pole. When she looked up, it was a bald old man, perhaps a teacher. The old man crouched down and helped her stand up. "I'm so sorry, little girl. I didn't see you there. Are you alright?" "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, sir," she replied as she dusted off the dirt on her frilly white skirt. "Where were you going, little girl?" He crouched down and looked at her. "Uhmm." She hesitated. "I'm looking for Sir Bartlett." "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Another one of Edward's pupils." He chuckled. "Look here, little girl." He moved beside her and held her shoulders. "If you turn that corner over there," he said as he pointed out his finger. "His room is in the third door you see. He's probably there." She turned around and smiled from ear to ear. "Thank you, mister." Then she did as he inst
"He's probably under anesthesia though," Gray's eyebrows rose. "So maybe he's not in as much pain as you think he is now. Although he might feel it all after the surgery." "Really?" "Yeah, I mean, I'm not a doctor but I think I'm right." Gray curved a smile. "Or do you want me to look it up on the internet?" "No, it's fine." Zia slightly smiled. "Thanks for making me feel better," she said as she patted Gray's lap. "And thanks for being here with me." "No problem." Going back to the present, Zia just realized something. “Hey.” She turned to Gray. “Now that I think about it, that was actually the first time I met her.” “Met who?” asked a bemused Gray. “Sarah Lewis,” answered Zia. “And now that I think about it…” She shot a curious glance at Gray. “You never told me how you met her for the first time.” “How I met her, huh…” Gray drew a long breath as she relived the day she first met Sarah. It was around the time when Gray had just dropped Zia off to her own apartment. She went
As the woman turned to place the boxes at the backseat, Gray subtly leaned her body towards the door on her side as the woman's body was almost touching her. Then as the woman settled back on her seat, Gray uttered, "seatbelt." "Ah, y-yes," the woman answered and hastily pulled on the buckle; however, the belt was stuck for unknown reasons and she was unable to pull it. Noticing this, Gray unbuckled her seatbelt, got up, and with her one hand pressing on the space behind the joystick to maintain her balance, leaned closer towards the woman's side and checked what was the problem with her seatbelt. "I-I'm sorry," the woman uttered. Gray momentarily flinched as she felt her breath near her neck as she spoke. Then she noticed that the strap was tangled from the retractor up to the pillar hoop. After twisting the strap back, she was finally able to pull it and buckle the woman's seatbelt. Then she went back to the driver's seat and buckled herself up. "T-thanks," the woman uttered.