Blaze and Josh "Are you sure that was her?' Josh asked Blaze as they sped down a back road. She nodded.
"Completely .and that was Zeke you where talking to." She slammed her fist into the dashboard and left a dent in the soft plastic. Josh growled, but kept his eyes on the road. "I can't believe I let her walk out. After what she did to Rydal " Blaze felt her shift creep up her spine and closed her eyes.
"Blaze " Josh warned.
"Shut up Josh." She growled, but took a deep breath and forced her bones to stay in place. The pain of refusing the change was deep, bone aching and left her drained. She curled up on the seat and stared at Josh. "This is so ridiculous." She mumbled as the car hummed beneath her. "It's pointless to hate her. We were friends once you know and my brother " Josh shifted gears and the car jerked slightly. Blaze closed her eyes.
Irony, whole other storyIt's peacefully quiet in the dusty building, and so far it hasn't been the house of horrors that I expected. I'm relaxed, but I keep to my training and carefully search the building. My goggles automatically switch to and from heat sensory mode and continue to count the distance from the jet. The distance continues to increase, but I don't worry. The building is moist and cool and feels great on my blistered skin. If I was a hybrid, I'd hide here too. I creep past a bathroom and catch a flash of tan. I flatten myself against the wall and pull a gun from my waist.
That didn't show up on the radar.
I peek around the door, gun first. A mirror reflects the dusty porcelain and my own dust caked clothes. I sigh and halter the gun, wanting to laugh at myself.
I wipe the thin brown coat from the mirror and stare at my bronzed reflection. No fur is sprouting from my pores, and my facial features are those of skin and bones 18 year old girl.
Well, I suppose
Darkness Rising "edited"A crimson drop fell from my lips and landed on its owner. I used my sleeve to wipe it off and I propped the girl next to a well traveled path. Her chest rose and fell slowly, like that of a sleeping child.
"Sorry about that " I pulled up my hood and stepped into the busy street. I watched the people talking on their cell phones, wandering aimlessly down the street, trying to stay dry in the downpour.
"They are completely clueless that I could kill them."
I sat on a bench and watched a young woman across the street. She blushed as a boy looped an arm around her waist and kissed her under the cover of an umbrella. She giggled and they rejoined a group of friends holding the door at a restaurant. I leaned forward and rubbed my eyes with my hands.
"Hola, tú!" I looked up at a hulking figure. "Dejas aquí!" The man growled at me. I groaned
"Why didn't I pay more attention in Spanish 1?" I complained mentally and stood slowly. No one around us even stopped to look.
Roxy's playersRoxy's voice shook as she recited her warm-ups. The nerves had crashed her brain for the first time in a long time.
"Hey Roxy we've got two minutes." She nodded and smoothed her hands over her dress.
"Hey Al, how do I look?" She smiled weakly.
"You look beautiful as usual. Why? You're not usually this nervous." Al tapped his pencil rhythmically on the edge of his clipboard. A habit he referred to as keeping time.
"I've just got a bad feeling tonight. Is everyone else ready?" Roxy shuddered and rubbed her exposed arms as the hair on the back of her neck rose.
"Yes, they're waiting on you." He smiled warmly then disappeared behind the curtain. Roxy sighed and then slowly followed the Stage Manager.
"Took your time, Roxy.' The mailman teased, frozen by the judge's mailbox.
"No joke." The captain of the guard, Salem, squeezed her shoulder as he crossed the stage to the angry man by the parking meter.
"Everyone just shut up. It's time" Jacob, the thief commanded quietly as he to
IronyIt was peacefully quite in the musty building, since so far it wasn't the house of horrors I expected. My training still held though and I carefully stalked the hallways, fully aware that I was leaving the jet, safety, further and further behind. The goggles that encircled my eyes and ears, boosting their purpose, registered that I was three miles from James, my partner, who was still in the jet. The building was moist and the heat from the outside was greatly decreased by the foot thick concrete walls. So even though I was alert I moved slowly, enjoying the pleasant cool on my red, blistering skin. I passed a bathroom and looked in on the dusty porcelain. I wiped the brown coat from the ornate mirror and stared at my newly bronzed reflection. No fur sprouted from my pores, and my facial features where those of skin and bones 18 year old girl. I stuck my tongue out at my reflection and started to turn when a memory hit me full force. A pale skinny girl, who could only be me, pushing Ko