THE MUSE GANG

Chapter thirty three

Chapter thirty three
I saw a small sign of tears in her eyes and she stopped playing with her hands, "Marshall..."
He began walking away in disgust.
Amaya's lips shook, out of words. She looked at all her allies who seemed to be against her life before death. They all took their gazes away from her as well. That was when she realized she was alone.
Words still didn't come out of her mouth mainly because she may not have known where to start.
Amaya shivered uncontrollably and I guess it's because she realized how much her brother hated her.
"I'm sorry," we all finally heard her stammer.
I was still recovering from all the previous state Marshall put me in when we reached max. On my hands and knees, I panted tiredly when he had left my body. But what Amaya said stole the attention of everybody around, as well as myself. Was she sure of what she had just said? Or did we hear it right? Marshall however believed it was one of her usual cons, pretending as if she hadn't said anything.
He looked up to the sky, forcing the dripping liquid back into his eyes. After he sniffed sadly, he began walking away to no important direction, just anywhere away from his sister.
He stopped again when Amaya continued, "Marshall please.... I understand that you..."
She trailed off, looking at me with eyes that asked for help. Sighing, I got to my feet.
"Marshall," I called out to him, noticing I had successfully spoiled his plans of ignoring his sister.
When he turned around, I continued, "Listen to what she has to say."
Muses did whatever their hosts asked for right? At that law, my muse glared at his sister who lost all courage to face him.
Amaya shrugged gently and swallowed, "I don't want you to hate me anymore."
I sighed, realising she was bad at this. Mainly because I could swear she hadn't said sorry since she was born. I turned to Marshall who seemed confused by her speech.
His sister wiped her face gently, taking her gaze to his blue eyes, " I made everyone hate me. And still when they did, I hated you for it.  Then I did everything to make your life a living hell because I was jealous. Meanwhile you all wanted the best for me. Especially you."
Given her last minutes of trying to kill all of us severally, this was hard to believe, especially for my muse. I saw he was trying his best to turn and walk away but deep down Amaya's cries affected him, real or fake.
He nodded and asked her, "So what do you expect me to do now? Forgive you and open my arms for you to realise later it was just one of your tricks again?"
She rushed to shake her head, swallowing the pain at the base of her throat, "No! I'm serious. In fact, since you can't reach the idol, I can make the wish for you. Just tell me what you want. Edward can follow me there just to make sure."
The hard look in his eyes softened and he smiled shortly, realising he had never seen her like this, even when it was all a trick.
He snickered between tears, "You haven't still stopped kissing my arse young lady."
Amaya laughed and wiped her nose, immediately going back to her remorseful pose and look while she silently pleaded with her brother.
And in the end, he believed her. We all did a long time ago.
"Come here," he opened his arms wide for her. Amaya's legs shook as she walked to him.
She looked at her brother and opened her arms wide as well, still shaking, wondering how she began hating someone who could forgive all her madness since birth in just two minutes.
When they hugged, Amaya's grip around him tightened happily, "Don't ever call me a curse again."
"That all depends on you, "he stated while patting her hair and enjoying the feel of what he had never felt before, sibling love.
"I love you, " she stammered the words, clearly because it was her first time.
Marshall raised his brows while he looked at us all in wonder, broke the hug and watched his little sister, "Well I love you more darling." Then he resumed it.
Well that was beautiful, but no. I won't cry. So people were having nostalgic moments and my own brother was still being a wimp.
And speak of the devil,he came to my side and said, "What a happy ending."
I groaned in annoyance and glared at him, "It would have been one a long time ago if you all got your brains earlier."
"You always spoil the moment," he put his arm across my shoulders, "why not just be part of the new sibling bonding. You wimp."
I laughed, "Well I was about to get surprised about us talking for two minutes without you saying something rude."
He smiled shortly. Of course he knew I was right.
But this was fun to be honest. And thinking of earlier, when he begged Harold not to kill me, I figured he wasn't totally bad.
The mirth only lasted for a while because I forgot we still had someone like Chris on our team.
He came into the circle with his hands up in the air, "I'll pretend I care a lot about the new reconciliation. But just so you know, the idol is still open. What do we do about that?"
Harold shrugged with a frown, "We have no option but to make our wish. Like I'm not ready to be wiped off, am I?"
It took that statement to get Marshall to finally leave his sister. Gently,he patted her hair, stepped away and glared at the sensitive muse, "Well that's why we all tried stopping y'all from filling the idol in the first place for bloody hell."
Harold just returned the glare with his arms crossed, "I believe there are less annoying ways of saying things."
Marshall gave him a look that meant, "Well I know, but I don't like it."
Bad ass haircut began to rattle her words out, "Yeah we made a mistake. Is there a possibility we could all make it out alive?"
Funny I had forgotten her real name.... Oh yeah, Evelyn.
"Just to remind you sweetheart, we are already dead," said Clara to her one-time sworn enemy.
"So what are we going to do?" James asked with an almost worried tone.
Marshall and Clinton glared at him with sadistic looks. Gotta admit, the dude was really annoying.
After all the suspense, Marshall sighed, "Well I have an idea."
We all turned hopefully to him when he said that. Well just until he completed it by saying, "Let's just hope it works out."
We groaned in chorus, giving the idol a rueful glare.
"What's your plan Marshall," his sister asked.
He looked at Kuma who was a reasonable distance away and narrowed his eyes, thinking or just annoying us on purpose with all the suspense.
Just when we were fed up and about to give him our mind, he declared, "Do you think it's going to be possible for us to wish for survival."
We looked into the sky at the same time in thought. This madness lasted for four or five seconds.
"That's sick if you ask me, " I said after bringing my head down.
"Well that could work," Kella finally confirmed, "We are allowed to wish for anything right?"
We all did our own Victory dances.
My muse patted his chest proudly snarling later on, "I'm just too smart. Although I hate the fact it means muses like James still walk on the same Earth I do."
Clinton nodded to that immediately, "Or even have the same color of hair like mine."
"We can end up being good friends if you like," James grinned cheekily.
Now, there was this look your teacher would give you in class when you ask him a question he doesn't have an answer to. That narrow, stern, very very stern look.
Now that was the look James received from Marshall and Clinton.
We had wasted enough time goofing around and unknown to us, Fred was just watching us silently, his usual nonchalance written on his face.
A minute more of doing what any set of teenagers would do, Fred sighed and asked, "Are you kids done yet?"
But unlike other times, we didn't give him a glare for rubbing our youth in our faces. We just smiled some more. And from what I noticed, Marshall's grin was the brightest I'd seen in a long time. I'm glad Amaya came along.
After the nonchalant one had received his confirmation, he ordered, "Now Amaya. Go make that wish. And Edward's not going with you," he assured with a warm smile, "We trust you."
Amaya nodded childishly and teleported to where Kuma was.
While we all watched her, I asked, "So who else noticed that smiles look weird on Fred's face."
My friends, old and new, gave our leader a side glance with no obvious answer to my question. Well, if you were any middle-aged man who had spent his afterlife with teenagers, you would find the answer to my question in all their faces. I DID.
And of course he understood, "You all are very discouraging." He sighed and began walking away, faking sadness. By then, Amaya had returned to us. She clearly had made a wish because Kuma had vanished. But the existence of the muses still continued. And that was the best part of our lives.
The ghosts cheered wildly. We had won in the end. I turned to Fred who was seated on a rock some distance away, noticing he had a smile on while he watched us.
After a while, our eyes met, making him figure I was watching him. Immediately, he stopped smiling and forced his usual nonchalant face on. Okay, that alone was funny.
I faced the rest once more, "I think it's time to go home guys. We've dealt with the fallen."
"The fallen," Amaya asked with a glint of anger.
Justin dragged his gaze to me, showing me a very dirty frown, "You call us the fallen!"
I don't think he expected me to answer that. I cautiously ignored the glares of dismay coming from my own crew. Taking out a smoke bomb, I smiled nervously, "Soooo.. guys. We'd better be going."
And when I threw it down, my entire team teleported away from them. Even Fred who was sitting in the distance, leaving them in a state of anger and confusion.