Never Alone- Final
((SilverWings PoV))
The aura of the room was familiar to me. Just the purple walls, soft carpeting, and the bed sitting in the corner made me almost queasy with longing.
Homesick. I realized that I was what I was feeling at that moment. Longing to go curl up on my bed, turn out the lights, and stare at the galaxy of glow-in-the-dark stars on the cieling. Yet, standing in my bedroom with my hands clasped behind my back, my clothes still dripping wet, I also felt a sense of shame and guilt. The feeling only deepened when Blaze looked up from the file in his hands up to me.
I lowered my eyes, for once wishing the bat hair-pin didn't keep my bangs from falling in my face, hiding my expression.
"When were you planning on telling me about these?" my mentor asked, indicating the file of names and addresses.
Thirteen, who stood on my right, stepped forward, "We wanted to find some form of evidence indicating-."
"Can I have a moment alone with my protege, please?" Blaze cut in.
"Nic," Ruse said, looking sternly at Blaze as if to correct him.
I could feel Immunity, who stood on my left, shifting her wieght with discomfort. I felt another pang of guilt. She had been free for barely an hour, insisting upon following us back from the warehouse to my apartment, which had become our HQ, and now she was getting her first impression of Blaze, the not-so-sympathetic pain-in-my-ass hot-head.
"Aleksander," I said, my need to concentrate on somehing to ignore my inner termoil of emotions giving me the courage to look right at Blaze now, "why don't you show Immunity around?" Thirteen looked heart-broken, as if he were a child being dismissed while the adults talked important business. I knew the feeling well, though didn't want Immunity to have to be present when I started a conversation that I knew would end in an argument.
Thirteen led a grateful Immunity from the room into the hallway, Ruse trailing behind them. The door clicked shut behind them.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked Blaze instantly. "Immunity saved my life, Thirteen almost took a bullet for me, and you're being a jerk!"
"I'm being a jerk?" Blaze waved the folder in his hands. "At least I'm not keeping secrets from my mentor."
"It wasn't a secret."
"Really? Then why did Thirteen sneak out to get you this? And then again to go to that warehouse?"
"Because I knew you would act like this."
"Act like what, Ary?"
"Like I need your permission to live my life," I yelled, finally giving into to my built up frustration. "I don't need you telling me what I can and can't do. You're not my dad, and you're defiantly not my brother." I stopped for a breath, and Blaze ceased the opportunity.
"I'm not trying to be your dad, or your brother. I'm only trying to keep you from getting yourself killed."
"I'm not purposely putting myself at risk! I'm trying to find Daemian." My voice cracked. I felt the rush out of me and with it, my strength. Quickly, I sat on the edge of my bed, collapsing on the plushy comforter.
Blaze's eyes softened slightly, the burning fire of anger leaving behind starry blue coals.
My face grew hot with embarrassment and I put my head in my hands. I felt completely ridiculous, wining like a five year old who was told they couldn't ride the merry-go-round.
I didn't look up as the bed shifted under additional weight.
"Aryess, we will find Daemian, I swear," Blaze said. "But getting yourself killed in the process won't help anyone. If you had alerted me of the list of names and the fact that they were a link to Dae, I would have willingly let you go. I know what your brother means to you."
"Everything," I said, sliding my palms over my face, removing my mask in the process. Staring at the gray fabric in my hands, my voice became a barely audible whisper. "He means everything to me. Without him, I have no more family. I'd be alone."
"You have us, kid," Blaze said. Glancing up, I saw him gazing at the closed door of my bedroom, as if could see Immunity, Ruse, and Thirteen, picturing our team together. "We are your family," he look back at me and met my gaze. "You'll never be alone."
This turned into an icky sentimental moment, but it's defiently a good link for the next story, Hauntings. Thanx for enduring it!
((SilverWings PoV))
The aura of the room was familiar to me. Just the purple walls, soft carpeting, and the bed sitting in the corner made me almost queasy with longing.
Homesick. I realized that I was what I was feeling at that moment. Longing to go curl up on my bed, turn out the lights, and stare at the galaxy of glow-in-the-dark stars on the cieling. Yet, standing in my bedroom with my hands clasped behind my back, my clothes still dripping wet, I also felt a sense of shame and guilt. The feeling only deepened when Blaze looked up from the file in his hands up to me.
I lowered my eyes, for once wishing the bat hair-pin didn't keep my bangs from falling in my face, hiding my expression.
"When were you planning on telling me about these?" my mentor asked, indicating the file of names and addresses.
Thirteen, who stood on my right, stepped forward, "We wanted to find some form of evidence indicating-."
"Can I have a moment alone with my protege, please?" Blaze cut in.
"Nic," Ruse said, looking sternly at Blaze as if to correct him.
I could feel Immunity, who stood on my left, shifting her wieght with discomfort. I felt another pang of guilt. She had been free for barely an hour, insisting upon following us back from the warehouse to my apartment, which had become our HQ, and now she was getting her first impression of Blaze, the not-so-sympathetic pain-in-my-ass hot-head.
"Aleksander," I said, my need to concentrate on somehing to ignore my inner termoil of emotions giving me the courage to look right at Blaze now, "why don't you show Immunity around?" Thirteen looked heart-broken, as if he were a child being dismissed while the adults talked important business. I knew the feeling well, though didn't want Immunity to have to be present when I started a conversation that I knew would end in an argument.
Thirteen led a grateful Immunity from the room into the hallway, Ruse trailing behind them. The door clicked shut behind them.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked Blaze instantly. "Immunity saved my life, Thirteen almost took a bullet for me, and you're being a jerk!"
"I'm being a jerk?" Blaze waved the folder in his hands. "At least I'm not keeping secrets from my mentor."
"It wasn't a secret."
"Really? Then why did Thirteen sneak out to get you this? And then again to go to that warehouse?"
"Because I knew you would act like this."
"Act like what, Ary?"
"Like I need your permission to live my life," I yelled, finally giving into to my built up frustration. "I don't need you telling me what I can and can't do. You're not my dad, and you're defiantly not my brother." I stopped for a breath, and Blaze ceased the opportunity.
"I'm not trying to be your dad, or your brother. I'm only trying to keep you from getting yourself killed."
"I'm not purposely putting myself at risk! I'm trying to find Daemian." My voice cracked. I felt the rush out of me and with it, my strength. Quickly, I sat on the edge of my bed, collapsing on the plushy comforter.
Blaze's eyes softened slightly, the burning fire of anger leaving behind starry blue coals.
My face grew hot with embarrassment and I put my head in my hands. I felt completely ridiculous, wining like a five year old who was told they couldn't ride the merry-go-round.
I didn't look up as the bed shifted under additional weight.
"Aryess, we will find Daemian, I swear," Blaze said. "But getting yourself killed in the process won't help anyone. If you had alerted me of the list of names and the fact that they were a link to Dae, I would have willingly let you go. I know what your brother means to you."
"Everything," I said, sliding my palms over my face, removing my mask in the process. Staring at the gray fabric in my hands, my voice became a barely audible whisper. "He means everything to me. Without him, I have no more family. I'd be alone."
"You have us, kid," Blaze said. Glancing up, I saw him gazing at the closed door of my bedroom, as if could see Immunity, Ruse, and Thirteen, picturing our team together. "We are your family," he look back at me and met my gaze. "You'll never be alone."
This turned into an icky sentimental moment, but it's defiently a good link for the next story, Hauntings. Thanx for enduring it!
The Clash-
SNEAK PEEK
"A biological attack has affected the greater part of New York City. A green fog rose from the streets this morning in downtown New York. Despite interventions of the Justice League & Young Justice, New York has been stranded from all help. Monsters are being formed from what we are told is 'Gamma Radiation'. But the main question everyone is asking is not "How will we save those who have been affected" Rather the question is: Where is New York's protector? Where is the Spiderman? And did he truly end the masked vigilante Red Revenge, now known as Samuel Grant?"
Should I publish?
SNEAK PEEK
"A biological attack has affected the greater part of New York City. A green fog rose from the streets this morning in downtown New York. Despite interventions of the Justice League & Young Justice, New York has been stranded from all help. Monsters are being formed from what we are told is 'Gamma Radiation'. But the main question everyone is asking is not "How will we save those who have been affected" Rather the question is: Where is New York's protector? Where is the Spiderman? And did he truly end the masked vigilante Red Revenge, now known as Samuel Grant?"
Should I publish?
