In the Name of Chaos

Chapter 3: Thinking Green

Saint is the first figure I see as the elevator door opens. He's holding hands with a mixed race girl who seems to be trying to escape from his grasp. The girl looks no older than eight, and there is something about the shine in her eyes that shows just how carefree a girl that age should be. She's a plump girl with extremely chubby cheeks and clothing that is obviously too big for her. I like her clothes; they're items I often wear. The girl is also extremely beautiful.

I watch as Saint grows tired of holding the girl's hand and trying to keep her in place, and he eventually lets go of her hand before slumping onto a couch directly behind him.

"Don't do it, Saga." Saint's voice is barely audible, but it seems as though he is trying to shout at the girl now running towards me. So this is Saga.

I take a few steps forward in order to exit the elevator, but none of the bodyguards do the same. When I look around this location, I see a number of security guards that will be more than enough to tame me if I go on a rampage. However, a rampage will be unlikely with me often using sedatives and soon to take a cure.

Just as I look behind me to see the elevator door about to close, taking the bodyguards that escorted me here to some other location, I feel a tap on my leg.

Saga's fist remains on my leg, and she looks into my eyes as if she's waiting for something.

"You're too weak to hurt her, Saga," Saint says.

"Shut up for a second, Frosty," Saga replies, and I am surprised to hear Saint's nickname from a mouth not belonging to Aris. It sounds cute when Saga says it.

Just as Saga pulls her arm back and prepares to punch me once again, Saint's voice interrupts her moment, "Don't make me tell Aris you're using bad words."

At Saint's threat, Saga's arm falls to her side, and she runs towards Saint, making some sort of whining noise as she does so. She then jumps onto Saint's lap and gives him a cold stare.

"Don't do that," she demands.

"I will."

"Don't do that." This time, Saga sounds as if she is pleading.

"Move off of me."

"Okay. If I get off you then you have to promise you won't tell Aris," Saga whines.

"It's a deal. Now move," Saint laughs as he says this and lifts his arm to lightly hit her head.

Saga rolls her body off of Saint and sits next to him. I wonder what their relation is. Her speech suggests she spends much time around Aris, but something tells me she spends just as much time with Saint.

"When did you get the haircut?" Saint asks the young girl.

"Last week. I don't like long hair."

"So you cut all of it off."

"No, my mummy cut it for me."

"I like it," I speak up as I walk towards the both of them.

I stare at Saint for some time, eager to discuss whatever it is Aris said he wants to talk to me about. I don't want to waste much time in finding Thea, my mother and Kane. However, seeing how tired Saint is, I suppose I can let him rest for a couple of hours.

"I need to sleep, Willow. I'll crash in your room before we talk about stuff." Saint stands up, and Saga follows his lead.

To Saga's dissatisfaction, Saint places one hand on her head and pushes it down until Saga returns to her previous position on the couch. Saga huffs, but she shows no other signs of protest as Saint and I walk away.