Fan Fiction ❯ Stormy Conscience ❯ Misjudgements ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter 13 (Cinsanati POV) Misjudgements.

"Stuck up bastard." I muttered, splashing the crystal clear water on my face. "I hate it the way he looks at me, he thinks of me like dirt." I spat aggressively. I glare at Freedom who is leaning on the wall in the bathing room of my room I was staying in. "And you… you I don't even want to see your face. Get lost before I do some damage to you." I grind my teeth as he sulks out of the door. I glare at myself in the glass, at least I wasn't bleeding any more, but the bruises were now forming. I lightly pressed against the tender skin just beneath my eye. Great I'm going to have a black eye this is all I need, to attract more attention to myself. Freedom can really do some damage when he wants to. I feel the rage flow through my body and let my fist hit the glass of the mirror which shattered. I unclenched my fist painfully, punching glass is not such I good idea, I smile despite my mood. I dislodge a splinter of glass from my hand, before wrapping some bandages around my now bleeding hand. I turned and went through the door that leads to my sleeping quarters. I let out a low hiss as I see Chaos sitting on a chair by my bed. I really don't have the patients to talk to her now, I'll just get in more trouble.

"You! What do you want women?" I snarl impatiently.

"…" She thought carefully probable picking her words carefully. "I just wanted to talk to you about… you know… what you said." Her gaze lingered on the floor.

"I talk a lot of crap half the time so I wouldn't listen or take any heed of what I say. Now scram." I growl.

"No, you never say anything that's wrong. You always seem so right and sure about everything." Great now she's crying. What is it with girls and crying, they burst in to tears at the slightest thing. They cry if their sad, they cry then their happy and they cry if they get hurt. I shift my wait uneasily not sure what to do, I was never good at comforting people.

"What do you mean by that?" I kneel by her side leaning my elbow on the armrest.

"Your right, you've got Freedom to care for and his got you and Dragon's got Blade and no-one cares for me. And I'm not a Falcon I haven't got any powers or nothing." I just about made out what she said through her sobs. Gods this is pathetic, I can't even believe I'm listening.

"Isn't your dad better at this then me, he does the comfort thing." She started to sob harder, see I just upset people. "O.k. There is someone who loves you, I can't say anything though."

"You lie." She spat spitefully back. "Your just saying that to make me feel better and to get rid of me."

"I thought you said that I was always right and I was never wrong." I smirk at her. "He wasn't so happy about me hurting you so he hurt my face. That's all I can say now get lost and sort your own love live out on your own and next time I'm going to charge for advice or people might start thinking I'm soft and nice."

"Thanks Cinsanati…" She smiled, thank the gods she's stopped crying.

"Yeah, well I have to be an O.k. person sometimes. Anyway don't mention it seriously don't." I ran my hand through my hair.

"And the not having any powers thing?" She asked.

"It's not all about magic and power, your pick that up later. It's also to do with skills. You know how to dive?" I ask

"No. why is that important to know how to dive." She inquired

"Not really. It's just handy to know, I'll teach you how to if the opportunity comes up and I feel like being nice, though that may not be for a while, I feel like my nice supply has been drained for the next year." Wow this has to beat my record of being nice for a long time. I'll make up for it by putting Freedom in a nasty situation, that wont be to hard with the way his head over heels in love with Chaos at the moment. Though I have to be careful not to get myself dangerously caught up in my own trap. Freedom with have to swap masters for a bit. I change into the clothes left at the end of my four poster bed and head out of my room to the banquet hall. The room was as I had expected it to be. Exquisite in every way, silver cutlery and banners hanging from ceiling showing horses, centaurs and fawns. In the middle of the stone floored room was a large table. There was already quite a few people sitting there, including Chaos at Lound's left side and Dragon at his right. As I walk towards them I felt peoples attention turn to me and heard them whisper.

"Cinsanati, are you O.k.?" Dragon had notice my vague and distracted look.

"Yeah… just fine." I lied, before taking my seat one up from Chaos, leaving a space for Freedom to sit in-between us. He would be able to resist that chance to sit between his two favourite people. Freedom came in closely followed by Max, Blade and Triks. As I predicted he sat between me and Chaos. Max, Triks and Blade however had to do with them opposite side of the table as the place next to Dragon was taken by some snobs and the place next to me was reserved. Well this should be fun I hate social events, I hate talking and socializing especially when all you have to socialize with is a bunch of stuck up snobs who think you're a bug under their feet and want to crush you. I suddenly notice that someone had taken the seat next to me a small girl of about the age of eleven, she stared up at me with great curiosity. To admit, she was kind of creeping me out with her never-ending stare. I turn my attention back to what Lound was saying, lucky for me I came in at a crucial time.

"So who's slave is Freedom, odd name for a slave I must say." Lound smiled at the irony of Freedoms name.

"He's…" Dragon started but I quickly interrupted him.

"Chaos' but his not really a slave any more. More of a bodyguard, there are a lot of dangers in the forest these days you never know what might happen." I smirk at Chaos', Dragon's and Freedom's confused faces.

"Ah. I must agree, this place is becoming more and more dangerous by the week, especially for a young lady like Chaos." Lound replied as politely as he could, but he was still annoyed at me for interrupting Dragon the true blood. Stuck up bastad. I felt a tug at my sleeve and stare down at the child who was trying to get my attention.

"Can you pass me some bread Sir?" She spoke quite timidly "Are you not going to eat?" She asked as I passed a platter of bread to her.

"No. I do not eat a lot and when I do it is meat. So there is really nothing to eat, as Horse banquets are all vegetables and fruit." I explain bluntly to her.

"Wow are you from the Lion clan or Wolf clan or something." She asked with eager anticipation for my answer.

"No. I don't like talking about my Clan to much, mainly because I don't really have one." I try to brush her off, I'm not good with children they annoy me and everybody complains when I hit them.

"Don't lie you have a Clan, your not human like the three the other side or the table. Why are you so ashamed of your Clan?" her questions continued.

"I'm not ashamed of my Clan… There ashamed of me and something my parents did and now I am the shame of all Clans." I summed up. " And I do hate my Clan, I'm not ashamed, I just hate them."

"Wow your life seems to be pretty down. But I still don't understand why. Why is everyone so ashamed of you because of something your parents did? And why do you hate your Clan so much? I've always been told that your Clan is like your family and no matter what you do they will help you and be there for you." She stated simply.

"You're living in a dream world there, missy, where everyone is nice, nothings bad and everything is perfect. You live a very sheltered life, are by any chance related to that ever so annoyingly happy bloke chatting up my friend Chaos." I gazed with a fed up expression upon my face.

"Yes, in a matter of fact his my uncle and your not answering my questions." She seemed a little fed up. I didn't really want to talk about it ever, I had kept it locked up for so long, but I couldn't say anything here. I might be lynch or something not a good thing. But if I corrupt this kid, she maybe useful in the distant future as the role of leader of the armies are normally handed down generations.

"Do you want to come for a walk with me; I'm getting bored of socializing." I rise from the table before she can answer and leave the room with her in tow.