He watched transfixed as She bent over to the side, coughing up what he hoped was water, he felt pity for the sap on duty who had to cleanup after her.
Another reason to dislike her, she was beginning to look like she was way too much trouble than she was worth. But as he watched his sister hurriedly rush to her side, he knew the she was about to be a pain in his ass due to his sister's sudden desire to be associated with her.
Cough after cough she seemed to hack out her organs or atleast that's what it felt like. Her lungs were burning from the amount of water she had swallowed in her bid to survive and her throat hurt from coughing up what she hoped was water and not her bloody organs.
Leaning back, she feels the somewhat softness of the bed, it felt like someone had placed a very flat slap of foam on a wooden surface.
But that was when it hit her, she wasn't wet…
The groan in her throat dying as she comes to the realization that's she wasn't wet and but the slight warm breeze that grazed her skin, she knew she wasn't by the water anymore.
Snapping her eyes open she stares back at four pairs of eyes, two boys one girl and another at the back. They stared at her like she was a rat on an experiment table, and by the gods she probably was.
Meeting each of their gaze head on she pauses as she stares back at the one back, hidden in a corner. It was so dark she wondered if there was actually somebody there or perhaps she was infact going mad.
But then they stared back at her, so intense and captivating. They were neon blue, she had never seen anything like them before, but as she continued to stare at it she felt even more captivated, it felt like they were drawing her in, and that was all it took for her to know she wasn't imagining things. They were too pretty for her to conjure in a state of deliriousness.
They stared at her like she was prey, compelling her to look away, but by the gods she couldn't, their gaze sent a shiver up a spine, it made her feel warm.
But she wasn't stupid, there was nothing warm and welcoming about them, that she knew, but it didn't stop her from looking.
"Are you okay?" A soft voice questions breaking the spell.
Tearing her gaze away from the compelling pair she is turns to her left,
And there she stood,
The girl from her bizarre dream.
"You!" She growls but it ends up sounding like a rasp due to the dryness of her throat.
She felt her anger surface as she stared at the person that nearly killed her a few hours ago.
"What on earth did you do to me?" She questions the urge to tackle her to the ground growing stronger by the second.
But she wasn't stupid, she knew she was outnumbered, she wouldn't get away, and even if she did get out of this room, she wouldn't make it very far.
A part of her also knew this girl was the only person that would answer her question. And that was what she wanted, answers to her questions.
By the gods she was going to be trouble, he thought as he stared at her. He could almost feel her urge to tackle his sister, he knew that the thought of her tackling his sister shouldn't be as funny as it sounded but by the gods it was.
But she was smart, he would give her that, she knew better than to make a move on his sister, she wouldn't get far… he wouldn't let her.
As much as he hated to admit it she was quite the sight, she was beautiful, he hadn't had the pleasure to see her eyes when she first arrived, but after their little staring match he was certain he wouldn't be able to get those deviant olive green eyes out of his mind.They were going to torture him for days.
She was beautiful even with her flushed skin and barely well kept hair.
He shook his head, he knew better, she was his responsibility, nothing more. And she was only his responsibility because she was a threat, in his world you were either hot or cold, never warm. And that was what she was, she was warm, naive ,foolish and hard headed. Everything she shouldn't be if she wanted to survive in this world.
Watching his sister scurry for words to appease her, he feels a charge in the air, one that can only be linked to one person…
Ryan.
The steady tap tap of her combat boots fills his ear just as they came to a stop in front of the room.
Her head snapped to the entrance of the room, her glare dropping as she stares at the figure standing there.
A shiver runs down her spine, but this time it was different, very different… she felt almost…
Insulted…
Which was weird because she was certain that she hadn't met this woman before, she would remember someone who stood with so much power it was nearly suffocating, except it wasn't… to her it wasn't.
Deep rich brown skin shone under the flickering lights and she stood like she owned the place, she probably did, and as her dark eyes surveyed the room they come to a stop, settling on the figure on the make shift bed.
She had to admit, when she had risked her resources and her best men to save the recent target of the CIRCLE , she had not expected to save … her.
She was far too different from their usual target, they usually went after the powerful levels, but she was none of that.
She was young, and naive, she reeked of innocence, she had no aura, like a normal person.
But then the doctor had reported that there was in fact a good chance that her powers were dormant , that perhaps they had been surpressed for a long time.
But that didn't mean anything,
Why was the CIRCLE so quick to get rid of her?
What were they hiding?
What was SHE hiding?
"Xena Loretta Amya Jones…. It's a pleasure to meet you."