Death to Bumble Bees

15: bee vs normal

Listen to Meteorite by Anna of the North ft. Gus Dapperton

Chapter Fifteen: Bee VS. Normal

Bee had always wanted to travel to faraway distant lands.
...Of course, she never imagined it would be through a magic portal.

Standing in front of the mirror in the dingy girl's bathroom in the academic building where the lectures she was missing were currently being held, she looked up at Rath. He was watching her carefully, standing a few feet away as he crossed his arms over his chest in wait.

"But why do I have to do it?" She asked for the tenth time, her body agitated with nervous energy.

He looked at her as patiently at he could, his head tilting crookedly as he let out a little sigh. "Because."

She frowned, still not finding that an adequate answer. Had it only been for the purpose of traveling, she would have refused to go any further... but Jason was on the other end of it.

"Because." She muttered unhappily under her breath, wringing her fingers together before placing a trembling hand on the glass. She could practically see outstretched claws awaiting her. "Will it really bring us right to Jason? Or is it going to drag me into the glass room again?...What if it spits me right into those monsters' arms?" She asked nervously, pulling her hand back from the coldness for a second. "I've never done this without something going wrong, Alien--please tell me something that will help." Begging shamelessly, she looked at him through the mirror desperately as her heart climbed up her throat.

Rath didn't say anything, just kept his unreadable blue eyes on her. To her relief, he looked as if he were trying to think of advice to give; his lips parting as she waited anxiously, "Do you remember what you were thinking and feeling when you opened the passageway before?"

Biting her bottom lip, Bee frowned in thought. She remembered the fear, how tired she had been from running from those monsters, and how cold the glass was. The realization that she wasn't in the right reality had acted like the fire starter to gasoline as she imagined the glass behind her being the door out of the strange world. The need for a door out had suffocated every other thought and feeling.

Closing her eyes, Bee raised her hand and placed it on the glass that hummed warmly now. She felt the need for a door fill her stomach and chest--rising to her throat and imploding within her brain. She pressed into the vibration, calling out for a door with her whole being.

And then the glass broke.

Gasping with a painful cough, Bee instantly felt how the temperature around her dropped. The familiar smooth coldness beneath her, made her relax. As she struggled to sit up, hands were suddenly helping her gently. Opening her eyes, she found herself in the small glass room--Rath sitting cross-legged beside her as he held her arm. He was all she could see in the darkness. Like a beaming light in the night.

She shivered, his touch almost hot in the cold atmosphere.

"Very interesting." He mumbled, studying her with his unnerving eyes.

Bee looked away with a traitorous flush on her cheeks, "Glad you're entertained." She croaked, her throat still hoarse.

"You're not... terrible." Rath continued his observations, blatantly ignoring her annoyance as he released her arm once she was sat up. "You're just very... forceful." With a hum he reached out and touched the glass.

Bee watched from the corner of her eye as the material beneath his hand seemed to swirl with vibrant metallic colours. She didn't pretend to hide her interest now as she turned her full attention to his hand and leaned in close. He was warping the glass now--making it mold around his fingers and move the way he demanded it to.

"How are you doing that?" She reached out without thought, touching the glass.

It felt more like a thin airy film that wanted to shape around you. It reminded Bee of when a summer breeze would flutter against the thin material of her summer dress, causing the skirt to softly hug around her thighs. Her fingertip accidentally brushed against the back of his hand then, and she felt a shutter fall through him with a sharp inhale. Her body was mere inches away from Rath's, and she was suddenly all too conscious of that fact and of his uneven breath hitting the back of her neck--the warm air rolling down her shirt as if he was touching her skin himself.

The thought made her tremble.