Assassin's Dream

Chapter 2

Ivy was suffocating.

The fog around her hadn't started out so bad but it had intensified. What started as a smooth relaxing break from reality was turning on her, crushing her.

She supposed she shouldn't be surprised. That was life. The sweetness would eventually dry out and start choking you.

The fog in her head thickened again and she felt herself start to cough.

"Hey, is she waking up?"

The voice was low and masculine but had a jittery tone that made him sound on edge, like something he had been dreading had finally arrived.

"Is she? Ivy can you hear me?"

This was a new voice, softer and feminine. Ivy couldn't understand where the voices were coming from. All around her was fog.

And that fog was thickening.

She felt herself cough again and soon she couldn't stop hacking.

"Wh- Hey, hey Ivy calm down. Ivy!"

The feminine voice was alarmed and Ivy felt her hand make contact with her skin.

Ivy's eyes suddenly flew open.

Immediately the fog disappeared and Ivy realized it had been nothing more than her recurring nightmare. She was still coughing though but now that she was awake she began taking control of her breaths. In and out. Again and again.

While she had been regaining control of her breathing she had shifted away from the hand that had been placed on her back. She glanced up at the girl now and recognized her from the school. She didn't remember her name, but then again she was still trying to remember how to breath.

"Feeling better?" she asked, and Ivy could tell she was deliberately keeping her hands at her sides this time.

"I'm fine," Ivy snapped. She didn't want anyone's sympathy. She glanced around and felt her stomach drop.

"Why am I in a cell, why-" she felt herself stop as suddenly last night came back to her.

"You!" she snapped at the girl who had been trying to comfort her a moment before. "You got in the way! I had that guy and you just-"

"Hey calm down, Callie was just trying to help."

Ivy turned around and saw a dark skinned boy leaning towards her from the wall, he was tall and muscular and as she looked at him another memory came floating to her.

"You're Derek," she said bluntly. "You knocked that jerk Dmitri out in our defense techniques class."

To her surprise he laughed, "yeah not my finest moment, I'll admit."

"No it was great. That kid needed someone to rough him up."

He gave her a smile as she looked around the cell again and this time noticing a skinny curly haired boy studying her like she was part of his science lab.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped at him, lacing her tone with dangerous venom.

"You," he said, looking completely unfazed by her outburst although the blond girl, Callie, didn't look like she approved.

"He's just trying to make sure you're okay, you looked like you were going to have a seizure to something a moment ago." Callie had cocked her head to the side like a mother would when scolding a child.

Ivy stood up straight now, glaring at her. But before she could say anything the skinny boy spoke up.

"You're pulse seems to be going back to normal, honestly you really are fine. The blow from the guy that knocked you out shouldn't have any lasting damage."