Different Sides, Different Lives

Chapter: 4

Blaze Lennox pov:

   
        I jump onto my bed and just lay there, I open the window with my powers and stare into the darkness. A few stars shine in the sky.

        Harley would like this. Looking up at the stars at night, counting them, seeing the signs. The thought of her giggling while pointing at stars makes me smile.

         I get up and grab my camera. I hold it up to the sky and take a few shots. I'm not a professional or anything, but I am good. I see the Angels kingdom in the background. A small pointed castle from afar, but a huge kingdom up close.

         I turn the camera so it's from a different point of view and I lighten the scene and focus it. I see a small figure in a window as I zoom into the castle. I take a few shots capturing the stead ness of the shadow.

         I put my camera down on the stand next to my bed and lay back down.

............next day..............................................

          "Chirp, chirp. Chirp, chirp." I grab a pillow and throw it at my window as if it will make the birds stop singing.

          "Ugh," I whine as I get up and open the curtains, grabbing the pillow I threw. I toss it back onto the bed neatly.

           I go into my all-black bathroom, with black flowers, and the smell of roses fills the air as I lit a candle with my powers.

            I get undressed and hop in the shower. I love taking cold showers in the mornings, ice cold. It doesn't bother me, it feels like regular water to be honest. I use my magic to put on some hard pop/metal music and start washing my hair.

          I'm not talking about the music where there all screaming the whole way through and their hair bobs back and forth as their head flips. I like the more emo/gothic pop music. It's loud, fast yet simple, and romantic.

         I quickly finish my shower and put on some clothes. My mind traces back to Harley. She's so beautiful, stunning even. I can't stop thinking about her, it's to the point where everything reminds me of her.

         It's crazy how seeing somebody one time can mess with your brain and feelings for eternity.

         I quickly walk out of my room and grab my camera from my desk. I put the strap around my neck and walk out of my room.

          My feet automatically stop as I get to my grandma's room downstairs. I can't believe she's dead. I clench onto the strap of my camera and force myself to keep walking by.

           I step outside and take a deep breath. I only have a few days left until im going to be crowned queen. Then I can finally make the decisions, make my own rules, and conquer everything I want. If I want to.

           "Hey sis, where's blondie? Decide to leave her behind today?" My brother; Blade says as he walks beside the garden behind the castle.

             My heart starts to flutter just hearing her nickname, "Blondie."

              "I'm busy, I can't always have her around. Wait how did you even know she was around." I point out looking at him suspiciously.

                "I saw you teaching her how to shoot in the forest. I also heard you arguing before I told you the news about grandma. Other than that you just told me yourself." He smirks, proud of himself for guessing everything correctly.

               I lightly slap him on his arm as he lets out a small laugh.  "So what are we doing in the garden anyway?" He asks as we reach the garden.

              It's a huge garden, almost like a maze. There are all kinds of fruits and black roses everywhere. The smell of roses makes my body relax, taking away any bad energy I have.

              "Grandma loved it out here. It was one of her favorite places. I place a small smile on my face, a fake one. I hold up my camera and get it to focus, I start taking a bunch of shots. My brother stands there watching me. His expression is read less. He almost looks worried for me, maybe lost in his thought even.

               I turn the camera towards him and take a few shots. He quickly realizes and poses. He's leaning against the wall with his hand in his pockets. His shaggy hair hangs down and matches perfectly with the light. His look is serious but confused at the same time. I've never seen him like this before, upset.

                He stops posing and stares at me. I put the camera down and let it alone. Grandma loves photos, she always said it captures beautiful moments. She was right, you didn't even have to use words to describe the beauty of each picture. You could simply see the whole story in one piece.

                 "Sometimes, I wonder if we should continue our plans to kill the Angel kingdom. To kill and take over the other side, I don't think grandma would want that." His body quickly stiffend, and he looks into my eyes. "Do you?" He adds.

               My eyes tighten, and I stand up straighter, tighting my fists. I know what this is about. He doesn't want me to take over the other side when I become queen. He doesn't want me to take revenge on what they have done to us. He doesn't want me to kill the Angels, because Harley is over there. If there's any chance others are like Harley, he doesn't want anyone else to be hurt.

            I sigh, my hand loosens, and my eyes meet his once more. "I don't know. Angels deserve to pay for what they did to all of us. They ruined, killed, and threw us out like we were nothing. They threw us out and tortured us because we were different. They killed countless lives of our own because they felt like it." I say as I swallow over the lump in my throat and bite my tongue.

              "If you worried about Harley I don't know what to say. I won't hurt her, I would never. But her family and all the others over there deserve to pay for what they do." I state.

                "Yeah, your right. As long as Harley doesn't get hurt im fine. She saved my life, we at least owe her ours. Plus she's kinda your girlfriend." He smirks. "But I call killing the dad, God he pissed me off. I will have the time of my life torturing him." His grin quickly turns into a huge smile.

                 I know what you're probably thinking. It's wrong to do this, they're just innocent people. You're probably thinking that im the bad guy now. Maybe, I am. But wouldn't you want justice? Wouldn't you want to see the look of the person who tortured you to be scared and lifeless? Because I would, I would love to see their face in shock as I drain them from life.

                A smile crosses my face. "I'm glad we agree," I say as I give him a quick hug. "Me too," he says as he turns around and starts walking away. "Tell blondie I said hi if you see her." He states continuing to walk away.

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