Little Lightning

Chapter 31

Kirtash sat in the prison room, though it was more of a glorified lounge then a prison. He sighed quietly. From the other room, he could hear Lyricals soft snores.

They had searched all around the room for anything that might help them escape, in both the rooms, but they found nothing but a golden platter with odd and exotic fruits piled on it. When they had tried to pry the door open with it, it had bent. Some use that was. Afterward, Kirtash had sensed that Lyrical was exhausted, and suggested that she get some rest. She had only argued a little, then conceded and had fallen asleep almost immidiantly on the couch. From his view out the little window, he could see only the barest sliver of her body, as well as the almost black curls that spilled across the pillow. He sighed once more.

For a moment as he had observed her sleep, her hair seemed red. But then he had blinked, and it was gone. He really was going insane in this small room. It had only been a few hours since Lyrical had fallen asleep, but a few hours with his spinning thoughts in a bright room was enough to drive anyone mad.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he fought to stay awake. He had too, in case they decided to attack him or Lyrical and he had to fight. He definitely didn't trust the Formus, and it wasn't just because he had grown up hearing about them being the bad guy when, really, the bad guy was the people who had raised him. They were nothing like the universe-saviors he had expected, and were far crueler than he had anticipated. As he sat there, thinking about what he could do to get them out of there, his mind wandered to Azalea.

Oh, crud. He had completely forgotten about Azalea and Lucas. What kind of best friend/older brother was he? His mind spun around in circles, the thoughts all essentially the same question. Where Azalea and Lucas ok?

And Kalypso and Zaylee. Though he didn't really know them, and care for them as much as she cared for Lyrical and Azalea and Lucas, he didn't want them to die.

Zyan? Well, he couldn't care less.

Ok, so that wasn't true. He did care, but not as much as the rest of him. The guy just... pissed him off. Why? Well, he didn't really have a reason. But he did know that his attitude bothered him, along with the way he looked, and the way he stood, and the way he talked... Stopping the train of thoughts that was quickly spiraling out of control, he shifted and winced at the soreness in his shoulders. Those people had really done some damage. He probably had torn a muscle. He stood up from the floor and sat on the couch and his muscles immediately relaxed when they hit the soft material.

No! He couldn't fall asleep, not while they were in potential hostile territory. Against his will, his muscles relaxed and his eyelids drooped.

All of a sudden, Kirtash jerked awake from the doze he had unwillingly slipped into. He sat up, eyes scanning the room for a threat, for anything that might have woken him up.

"Mmm." Lyricals voice came from the other side of the wall. He relaxed slightly. She had probably just woken him up with her sleep talking. "Kirtash..." He sat at attention. "Don't touch him!" She shouted suddenly. A wave of terrible nostalgia hit him.

"Don't touch him!" She shouted, guns trained on Yia and a man that Kirtash had recognized as one of the council members, red hair wild and eyes like chips of flaming ice. "If you touch him, I'll shoot!" Kirtash could tell she was tired, as her hands shook slightly and though her expression was strong, her legs shook as well.

Kirtash shook himself out of the terrible memory before he could get sucked in completely. That was one thing he did not want to remember, and had long since buried in his mind.