l'appel du vide (henry creel fanfiction)

001

"Amelia?" Dr Brenner walked into the 18 year old's room.

"Yes father?" Amelia looked up from her book.

"Are you ready for lessons?"

"Yes." Amelia closed her book and got up from her bed.

While walking down the hallway to her lesson room, Dr Brenner stopped her before they could enter the room.

"Amelia? We are going to try something different today, if that's alright?"

"What is it?"

"I have hired a new orderly. Well, he isn't necessarily new. He knows the place. He knows about you."

Fear flashed on Amelia's face. Her thoughts were focused on the scientist that nearly killed her. Time after time.

But he was dead, right? She was positive of it!

"No, Amelia not him. Someone new. Ok?" Dr Brenner said, stroking her left cheek with his right hand. "I promise."

Amelia smiled and nodded. "Okay."

Dr Brenner opened the door to the room, ushering Amelia to go in before him.

"Amelia, I want you to meet Mr. Peter Ballard." Dr Brenner nodded to the man in front of the room.

Peter turned to look at the two, first nodding to Dr Brenner then locking eyes with Amelia. He looked at her with a small smile.

"Hello Amelia."

Peters eyes were the first thing Amelia noticed.

Peter's eyes were blue. They were extremely blue. And boy were they beautiful.

She easily got lost in them. Adoring them, attempting to read him. But she ended up with nothing.

Little did she know, Peter was doing the exact same thing. Adoring the greens and browns littered in her hazel eyes, and attempting to read her thoughts and mind. Attempting to understand her.

Attempting to understand each other.

Dr Brenner looked between the two with a curious expression. He was assessing the pairs first meeting. Watching each and every thing they do. It was a test disguised as a test.

The staring contest continued. They stared at each other for what felt like forever.

Amelia finally gave a short nod, a sign to her father that she would try this, and a signal of respect to the new orderly in front of her.

"Hello Mr Ballard. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"I will leave you two to it." Dr Brenner stated before leaving the room with a small smile on his face.

Amelia watched the doctor leave the room before flicking her eyes back to the new Orderly.

"Oh please, just call me Peter." He insisted. "Let's just talk. Does that sound ok?"

"Okay Peter. And yes that's fine." She smiled and sat down on the chair across from him.

"Right," Peter started to talk but Amelia interrupted.

"How old are you?" She questioned, tilting her head slightly.

Peter let out an airy chuckle. "Okay, I am 19 years old. I will be 20 in about four months. How old are you?"

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm 18. I turn 19 in two months and six days. What is-"

"No, my turn." Peter interrupted with a squint of his eyes. Amelias face flashed with amusement at his challenging. No one has ever matched her like that.

"I've that heard you like music. What is your favorite piece?"

"It's hard to pick a favorite. But I don't mind listening to Chopin's Nocturne, Op. 9 No. 2, E flat major. How did you get this job?"

"Magic." He smiled. "Do-"

"Bull shit." Amelia glared back. He looked at her surprised at her language.

"You have to be 25 in order to even have a chance of getting a job here." Amelia stated, almost thinking out loud.

"Like I said, magic. Now, do you play any instruments?" He asked innocently.

"Yes, I play the violin, viola, piano, and I dabble in singing."

"Well you seem like a very capable young lady." He said in a babying voice.

"No."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "No what? No you aren't capable?"

"No, as in don't call me that."

"Don't call you capable?"

"No! Don't call me a young lady. You are literally a year older than me. It makes you sound old and me like a 12 year old." She snapped.

They stared at each other again. Eyes locked, and minds closed. Minutes pass before Amelia settles.

"Why can't I read you? It works with everyone else but for you? It's like your mind has been shut down. Closed for renovation or something." She asked, leaning forward. "Like there's something there but I can't reach it."

Peter leaned forward to match her again. He took her hands in his and gave a small sentimental smile.

That smile then turned to a smirk as one word left his mouth. "Magic."

Amelia growls and pulls him close, their noses barely touching.

"You know you are very very very aggravating."

"Oh no, I'm just matching you, love."

Amelia took her hands out of his grip and sat back in her chair amazed.

She hated this. But he appeared to be having the time of his life with her.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

Amelia huffed and crossed her arms. "Fine. I don't hate you."

"Great! Any other questions?"

"What am I doing today?"

Peter leaned back. "We are talking."

"Well I'm done talking. Talking is too much work and there is hardly a reward for talking." She stated bluntly.

"You don't have a say."

Amelia laughs. "I could just not talk."

"That is true." He said with a smile.

But Amelia's lessons were not filled with silence. It was actually the quite opposite.

The two had gotten along alright. Although Amelia was quick witted, Peter matched her personality perfectly. It was an almost playful back and forth between the pair.

But it was evident that Amelia didn't trust him. She was open to conversation, yes, but something about him just didn't sit right with her. She tucked her suspicions into the back of her mind and let herself indulge in some much needed human interaction.

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Yuh Yuh.

Just so y'all know, I wrote this story incredibly out of order. This is/was the first chapter I finished soooo. Just a bit of trivia for y'all

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