Fan Fiction ❯ The Good Book Lied ❯ rebellion.is.not.an.option ( Chapter 7 )

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8..rebellion.is.not.an.option.

Yet another sleepless night. If I wasn't an angel student, I'd have downed a couple of Sonata by now and been conked out like a pretty, winged rock by now. I turn over in my cot-like bed and glance at the lump of angel in the bed next to mine. Thinking about it, I wonder what Blue dreams about. Then again, if it's what I THINK she dreams about, I probably don't want to know -- otherwise I'd probably roll my eyes back so far in my head that I'd lose them. My heart sinks. I feel bad that I pick on her so much... it's just that we don't connect, really. I need a friend. And like I said before, I think the only ones of us stuck in this complex who have friends are those stupid demons. So I guess it's okay if Blue dreams about little cartoon angels all night... at least they can keep her company.

I flop onto my back and stare at my half of the ceiling, absent of Blue's cute, little glow-in-the-dark stars, and I feel empty. Icarus looked really surprised when we bailed that apartment earlier this evening. What does he care if I stay or go? He doesn't even know me. Even if he did, I've already made it pretty obvious that I'm not open to his games. Why can't he find someone else to hassle?

My thoughts are jarred from their posts as I hear the soft but intrusive sound of the front door clicking open. It's 1 AM. Sara or the other girls across the way would NOT be coming to visit this late. Come to think of it, they never visit. ...so who the hell is in our living room?!

I leap from the bed silently, creeping to the cracked door of our small chamber-room and putting my back to the wall next to where it stands ajar. I can't see anything from where I'm standing, but despite what little courage I have, I'm too afraid to call out. What if the war's started on us early..? What if someone's come to murder one of us?

That's nonsense... Blue's not a threat, and I'm not that damn important.

"Fahren!" I hear a male voice hiss from the living room. ...oh, you're KIDDING me.

I peek out, narrowing my eyes so that I can focus. In our living room, crouched in the open doorway, stands exactly who I THOUGHT might be there - Icarus. What, is he STALKING me now? And why is he alone?

I step out, unafraid. This little worm has pushed the line and now I'm JUST about ready to open up a can of angel whoop-ass. "What is your problem!!!" I hiss back, pointing behind myself to the bedroom I've just emerged from. "You TRYING to get yourself expelled or something? I KNEW you'd sneak in here if I didn't hide the key somewhere where you little jerks wouldn't find it--"

His expression is startlingly absent of conceit or courage. "Fahren... I'm really sorry, but I need to talk to you... you're the only person who will understand."

Silence blankets the room, and the two of us stare one another down. We both stand up straight, letting our arms fall to our sides in a strange sort of mirror-image. I don't know whether to laugh, shout, or give him the benefit of my late-night, exhaustion-induced apathy. The latter beats me over the head with its evil. "You've got five minutes, you little tweak," I grumble, shutting the bedroom door behind me as silently as I can, and gesturing for him to shut the front door as well. "Sit in that chair, and don't come near me."

Icarus hears my order and he obeys, quickly, and when I see the expression on his face my stomach drops to my knees. This has got to be serious, because for once I don't think he's faking it.

He starts talking, and the tone of his voice makes me sink to the couch with a sense of defeat. ...holy cheese. It's as serious as I thought...