Split Personality

Is Breaking and Entering Still Illegal?

this is a shorter chapter. but, it introduces a new character! so, yeah

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Britain's POV:

We stay in that spot for about ten or fifteen minutes. It was nice and calming and even more so to Third. This is just what he needed.

After hearing what the rain meant to him I knew keeping him out of it was making him feel a bit down. I can't help but look at the rain with a smile. It was pretty. I guess I never noticed. The rain is so normal I never looked at it too close.

I stand and pull out my umbrella again. "It's time to head back." I say opening my shield from the rain and walking into the harsh fall of water. He follows closely behind me. Then he runs up and stands next to me. Being half covered by the umbrella while the other half is being drenched by the waterfall coming off the sides of the umbrella.

He looked kind of scared. "Is something the matter?" I ask. "No, just got a chill." he said, clearly lying. "I know you're lying. Which is strange for you to be so obvious. If there is something you need to tell me; I can listen." I say as we continue to walk.

He looks down. I let him. He's just talking with Red about it. I can wait. "Ok, there's something in the woods. Something strange that we saw the other day. It's the reason I ran from the meeting building, Oregon, and right then. It's watching me and she seems to be creepeier every time I see her." he says.

It says in the logbook that it's just his paranoia and to just help him calm down when he gets like this. But what if he's not lying? "How about we continue this conversation in the liebrary. That way she can't listen." I say, going along with it for now.

We get back to the front door of the house. England's car was gone so I guess he left for work. I open the front door and walk in. As soon as Third walks in he grabs my arm, pulls me back and covers my mouth. I went to slap him away but he looked serious as he looked to the end of the hall with his ruby red eyes.

"Be quiet." he said in a whisper that I almost couldn't hear. Then he let me go. "What is it?" I whisper. "You can't feel that?" he asked. "No?" I said. "Someone is here. They're upstairs and I don't recognize them." he replies. "What do you mean you don't recognize them? You can't see them." I say. He picked up a hefty glass jar that I was going to toss later today and was holding it as if he was going to throw it.

He walked silently to the stairs and I followed. He went up the stairs with no sound, not even a squeak of the boards. It made me question if putting him at the end of the hall changed anything. He looked to the end of the hall and saw that the library door was slightly open.

He took a deep breath and held it as he approached the door. Once he got to the door he stood next to it and waited. Then he flung the door open and attacked. It was a fast but strong fight. Punches, chokes, all of the above. He slammed the jar into his stomach and it almost looked as if Third was going to win but he was grabbed, flipped and pinned to the ground.

"You have the strength, integrity, bravery, will, and the skill to have won that fight. But you over focus and lack self balance." My brother Scotland said as he looked at his former opponent.

"Who are you? My fighting partner? This is the part where you claim victory." Third said, both confused and angry. Scotland lets go and holds his hand out to lift him up.

Third scoffs and gets up on his own. "Who are you anyways? I'm not one to talk, but last I checked, breaking and entering is illegal. Have things changed since I've been gone or something?" He asked.

"I'm Scotland, I used to live here, England let me in, and breaking and entering is still illegal." My brother replied. "Ah, you're related to them. Well sorry for hitting you with a jar." Third said with a smile as he picked up the feather duster and walked off whistling.

"Well, he's nice!" Scotland said. I just smiled and shook my head. Scotland looked at me. "What are we going to do with him?" He asks. "I don't think anyone knows. And he knows less." I say.

"So why did you come?" I ask Scotland. "I came to check on you guys and help with the work. I don't have much to do today so I figured I'd come on over." He replied. "On a side note, why is he soaking wet?" Scotland asked.

"I took him on a walk in the rain. I think it's just what he needed. But I do have a few questions for him." I say. "Actually Speaking If which; THIRD, can you go get changed? I need to ask you a few things." I say. He pops out of the maze of shelves and has a slightly worried expression but listens to my demands.

He comes back wearing a pair of tan pants, and a faded yellow button up shirt. It looked nice on him. I definitely can't pull off yellow but he can. We all sat down in the seating area of the library and things were slightly tense. Here goes nothing. 

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i hope that you enjoyed that. comment as always. 

anyways, toodaloo, 

-Grilly