RockStar

Chapter Three: Heritage

After Zimri came to, he tried to convince Onyx to not follow the stranger to wherever the hell he was trying to take her. At the moment, he was standing outside her room while she changed into something more suitable for travel. "Onyx, if your mother's been kidnapped! You should call the police!"

"And what exactly do we say Zimri?" She yelled through the door. "She wasn't taken by some gang or attacked by a gator or some shit like that! She was taken by soldiers from a fucking world, that up until today only existed in letters from father that was never here!" She yanked the door open to reveal herself in a fitted black hoodie, dark jeans, and running shoes.

Zimri held his free arm out to block her path. "Onyx, please try to calm down."

"Calm...? Calm down!" The pendant around her neck glowed violently with her flaring temper. "How can you even say that at a time like this?" She pushed him out of her way and stepped into the hallway only to stop. Zimri ran into her and stepped back when she turned to glare at him.

Before them was Sorin, standing nonchalantly against the wall—or at least he would've appeared so if not for him rubbing his nose. While the blood had stopped, the area was still sore and tender to the touch. The skin was beginning to discolor and swell. When his fingers ran against a particularly sore spot, he winced and cursed under his breath. When he noticed them standing off to the side staring at him, he pushed himself off the wall. "Ready to go?"

Onyx was about to step forward when Zimri placed a restraining hand on her shoulder. Her body tensed with stress as she looked from her closest friend's hand to his face. "Let me go."

"Onyx," he started before tightening his grip nervously against her, despite feeling the tension in her muscles compared to before. "Are you sure we can trust him?"

"If you're thinking of telling your authorities, I wouldn't. There's nothing they'd be able to do." Sorin said while leaning against the wall a way's down from Onyx's room with his arms folded over his chest.

Zimri turned to Sorin and glared harshly at his equally bruised face. "You shut the hell up!"

"Just telling you the truth, human," Sorin told him with a shrug. "What is going on is bigger than you or even me."

"And what is exactly that?" He asked as he stepped around Onyx to get in Sorin's face. When he felt sharp fingers biting into his shoulder he turned and was forcibly moved out of the way. "Onyx!"

Turning to her friend, the young woman sighed and lifted her grey gaze shimmering with violet to his hazel eyes. "Zimri, don't try to stop us. Besides, I need you to stay here."

"Stay here? Are you fucking kidding me? Onyx, don't tell me you trust him!" Zimri's glare flicked over her shoulder to the big-eared freak with the long hair and scar. Bringing his eyes back to Onyx, he hoped she saw the plea in them to not go this alone.

"I don't." She then turned to Sorin with a burning glare leveled on him. "But he is the only one who knows where my mom is and how to get there."

It was clear that there would be no changing her mind, but Zimri should've expected this. Onyxandra was headstrong even on the worst of days. A growl broke from Zimri's lips as he turned to Sorin who stared at them patiently. "If anything happens to her, I will find a way to hurt you."

Sorin brought his hand up to his chest and gave a bow that Zimri found to be overly pretentious in the moment. The scoff of disgust was ignored. "Nothing will happen to her." He then turned his gaze to Onyx and gave a small smile. "Ready Princess?"

Walking up to him, she quickly brought her foot up and then rammed her heel down onto his foot. He inhaled sharply and pulled away from her to stumble into the wall. "I know I said I'd kick you in the face, but we're pressed for time. If I'm not back in a week, call my uncles."