Prosaic.

Becoming Karma

Felicity stood and watched Zephyr as he disappeared beneath the water and in through the window. It might take him a while, he reasoned with himself silently, the house isn't entirely underwater. I have nothing to worry about. Tati walked up behind him, scoffing something a fit as she looked down in the water.

"Hopefully he doesn't come back up," she spat, arms crossed, a sneer on her face.

"Tati," Felicity scolded. "He's your brother."

"As if you didn't already replace that."

"I haven't. He told me himself. I could never, ever replace what you are to him." Tati softened ever so slightly. It was barely noticeable at all. "He's tough on you because, honestly, you're not nice. You don't care about anyone around you and that shows with every single thing you do and say."

"Don't care?" She furrowed her brows, "I do everything I do for this group, for us, for Zephyr. I do everything that I do to keep us alive."

"You just said that you hope he dies!" Felicity said, raising his voice slightly. He was out of patience with Tatiana.

"He'd deserve it."

Felicity growled, "What has he ever done other than be kind to you?" The anger rose in him, boiling frantically, causing his headache to worsen and his eyesight to blur.

Tati growled right back, "Have you even met him? See the way he acts around me? He acts like I'm not there!"

"You push him away!"

"How dare you make this my fault?"

Felicity's anger boiled over, and ran straight through him and out in the form of harsh, loud words, "Tati, you have done absolutely nothing for this group! How come you didn't volunteer to dive, if you're so helpful and capable?"

"I'm not putting my hide at risk for your dumb ass!"

"You never liked me, not since you first laid eyes on me!"

"Course not, look at you, you pathetic piece of shit!"

"Can't even talk to me without swearing like a sailor."

"I am a sailor."

"Yeah, so is Zephyr, but he's not ruthless and cruel to others. Not even to you. He gives you about half of what you deserve."

Her voice lowered dangerously, "And what do I deserve?"

"Karma."

"For what?"

"All of your drama! Nobody else has drama like you do!"

"You and Zephyr were just fighting."

"And we resolved it. How do we? How do you and I resolve things?!"

"The only way our issues would be resolved is if you were dead!" Tati spat.

"I wish that I was!" Felicity had never truly been in an argument before, much less one like this; he was hot headed, but had had to remain cool and calm and quiet with his family. It, oddly, felt powerful and good to speak his mind for once. He disliked the confrontation, however, knowing that it wouldn't end well, and yearned to back out. At the same time, he believed Tati needed to hear what a problem she was becoming. The entire group had to pay for her issues. She could, at the very least, be aware of them.

She lifted her hands, powering up and preparing to strike Felicity, spitting, "Then you won't mind me doing it for you, you pathetic-" A sharp scream cut her insult and assault short.

Felicity's hair stood on end, tickling goosebumps running down his neck and arms as he slowly turned to look at the dusty blue house beside them where the scream had come from. Tati's gaze followed. Felicity stood at the edge of the boat, thinking for only a second, and then throwing themselves into the water, swimming down, holding their eyes closed. The water was scarier without light to guide him through it, though his hands did most of the work, dragging along the slimy surface of the wall until an open window was found, where he swam through and then upwards. He breached the surface, wiping his eyes and looking around, breathing deeply. The building made it dark, nearly black and difficult to see, and the dying light outside made it even more so. He was on the first floor of the house close to the ceiling, only about half a foot without water where Felicity could breathe.