Uncontrollable

Chapter 13

Alana

"Noooo!"

I turn around to the screaming voice. I'm surprised to find out that the owner of the voice is me. Except I'm in two places. The other me is on the floor, crawling.

We are in the auditorium, on the stage that has seen much death. The other me is on the far left, her legs are dangling off the stage. Her face is full of blood, her eyes are missing their moon color. The only thing there is her enlarged black pupil and the white of her eye. She's looking to the center of the stage, grasping at air.

I follow her line of vision and see Dalin crawling toward her too. He's bloody and has a cut that reaches from his eye to his jaw. He's crying out but I hear nothing. I turn back to the other me and she's crying too. She manages to pick herself up and runs to her sword.

I look back towards Dalin to make sure he's okay.

"Hey are you alright?" My question goes unheard and I repeat myself.

Nothing. I can't hear or speak to them.

From the shadows a figure comes to light. It's Derek in Matt's body.

I stand in shock, taking him in. I see his blood hungry eyes look at Dalin. He unsheathes his titanium, blue laced sword and twirls it around.

Before he stabs his target he makes an effort to show the other me. He smiles and she watches him, and plunges the sword deep in the back of Dalin.

"Noooo," this time it's my turn to scream.

I watch in horror as I realize there's nothing I can do. This time Derek looks at me.

"I told you he'd be the first," he speaks to me with a smirk. He begins slithering his way toward me.

I wake up screaming. I'm in my room, on the bed with a sheet as my cover. It's dark and it's cold in here. The sheet is damp from the sweat of my dream. I sit up and hold my head in my hands. I feel a pair of hands go around my shoulder, trying to calm me.

Dalin sits up and pulls me toward him.

WHAT THE HELL? I GUESS HE FOUND ME AND PUT ME HERE...

He calms me and my arms automatically go around his waist.

We embrace and I'm enjoying the feeling of his arms around me but Derek's words echo in my head.

I pull from Dalin and move toward the edge of the bed, resting my feet on the cold tile floor. My bed isn't really even a bed. It's a cot that has a few pillows and sheets, pushed against the wall, allowing more center space. My 'room' is filled with books that I read as entertainment. My clothes are on the wall that it shares with the door. They are in neat stacks, sorted by shirts and pants. My room has few lamps that rest on the floor. A digital clock rests on the same wall as my clothes. There's a window directly opposite of my bed that allows a view of outside. I don't like looking outside, so using one of the extra sheets I have, I covered it with one before I made the room my own. My room is only one of three that is used on the 3rd floor. Only Warriors sleep on this floor, to keep from the noise from the students. Only a two Warriors at a time can be resting.

"Hey whats wrong? You were kicking and talking in your sleep," Dalin states.

Oh hell. Seriously, not only do I have to watch what I say when I'm conscious but now I have to worry about what I say in my sleep.

"Nothing," I mutter. I make my way to stand and instantly my vision goes black and I fall to the floor.

I hear footsteps paddling on the floor, rushing toward me. I open my eyes and Dalin is reaching his hand to me. I take his offer, unsure of how stable I am on my feet.