chronicle 7: the note

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the hospital afew days after the fight in the sistine chapel

 I wake up as a door knocks at The Gemelli University Hospital Via Emilio Longoni, 81, 00100 Roma RM, Italy and I rotate slightly and looked at the clock and curse "7:45 maledetto somnus dio del sonno'' which was me cursing Somnus the roman god of sleep. I'm lucky my chords aren't busted. "Enter..." I call slightly, and the door opens and someone enters and it's...Judas. I glare at him, but he laughs "Why the long face? Bad night?" I shake my head and explain, trying to not cry in anger, and I never cry. "I'm not used to being this alone, or even to having people dislike me. I miss my sisters, I'm getting homesick, what do I do dammi la direzione?'' which was "show me direction" Judas sits in a chair and looks at a card, and he has a look of surprise then looks at me before helping himself to my food. I cannot stomach it. "Well you could write them, they aren't gone, they are at training-"="I know but you can't pull someone from the family they've been with for years and expect them not to hurt," I say looking down at my hands, they're bandaged, and yet I'm already getting the ability to feel it and it hurts, I look at him as he's chewing on my fruit and looks around at some of the things given. "Strange for being alone, there are a few people that have sent you things, your teacher, Jessica, Jason, Nicholas, whose Aimee girl?" I reached up slightly and noticed it was a type of flower called Ipomoea Alba or

"Moonflower," I say in slight surprise, I reach out and take the card that came with a picture of a full moon over A large ocean, and in it were silver writing:

Thy beauty haunts my heart and soul,

Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;

Thy beauty makes me like the child

That cries aloud to own thy light:

The little child who lifts each arm

To press thee to her bosom warm.

Though there are birds that sing this night

With thy white beams across their throats,

Let my deep silence speak for me

More than for them their sweetest notes:

Who worships thee till music fails,

Is greater than thy nightingales.

"Thank you for a great time, get better and I'll see you around XOXO"

Aimee Luna Marie 39-06-698-XXXX

I smile, thinking about the girl I met only a few days ago, and who I teleported to save from getting involved in a backlash of power that would have practically destroyed well pretty much everything had Gabriel not kept his veil up, not too say the moments he lost control energy flew everywhere and knocked people getting too close. I examine the flower that she left

It was a Moonflower, or Ipomoea alba, a special flower that as I recall blooms in the moonlight. Vine plants produce large, white trumpet-shaped flowers and a slight lemon scent, providing an enchanting background for neighboring night-blooming outdoor plants. I think I saw a few of them at the Vatican.

"A friend of the moon and sea," I say, and Judas looks over.

"A friend of the class and student? You've got a few of them leaving you things, even the ones you had problems with, Gabriel and Alexis sent you something" I look at him, and my long red hair shades my Emerald gaze. The look was clear "What do I do?"

He patted my shoulder and smiled

"write them, you write it, and let me handle the rest now shall we get out of here it's time to head back to the Vatican'' I sniff and wipe a tear away and realize he's right, but even more questions were what if my family didn't want to see or hear from me?"As Judas prepares to leave me, he stops as he sees me struggle, I can't use my arms have you ever NOT used your arms? It ain't easy, I roll up on my feet and lift myself without my arms, and Judas rolls his eyes and grabs me lifting me as we both head back "home"

It didn't take long for the word to spread about what had happened, and I soon became the official Rebel of the Vatican. During classes, I very much was aware of the looks I got from fear, awe, and hatred. Do I dare ask what I did to ask for this? I sat back in my seat, questioning my actions, and what I could do to continue my progress while my class was talking about the exodus, I already knew of it, Kaliya was Jewish she made sure I knew of it and I was ready to learn, I miss them, but It's not long I'll see them as long as I continue what did Judas say? "leveling up?" Maybe I suspect that they are saving my sisters as a reward for getting a certain point. I am currently focusing on my skills while I listen, droning when something is thrown at me from nowhere. I look at it, I am again about to cause another scene, but I think that will cause more chaos to my rebel image, so I quietly look around. Still, no one is looking at me, many are whispering about me, I hear it messages of unfavorite, or the very opposite flattery, like the idea of awe, some of the girls like Jessica or Clarrisa, or even Jazmine it's easy to smell the essence of female estrogen, but this note confuses me.

"Meet me behind the Roman Coliseum three hours after class"

-Alexis Regio <3

Curious, and confused, I look at the name, and my eyes narrow at the name then look at the person in question. She seems to be distracted, focused on the teacher's lesson of the seven deadly sins and the nine levels of hell. I blush slightly for the first time, did she? Is she asking me out behind the Roman Coliseum? You'd think this would be a majorly flattering moment for me, but this is the Princess of the criminal family of Regio, not to mention this C*not threatened me while In public on the bus, and made fun of me my first day ok so I guess we threatened each other, but it's strange how she could flip, it has to be a trap, what sensible stable chick would shift from Threatening pain to inviting pleasure in a day? How was I supposed to handle this ideal, I thought she leading me into a false sense of security, so I came with an open mind, hid away the paper, and continued on with my lesson trying to imagine the girl who happened to be in front of me and a very um distracting pair of short shorts.....

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