Kismet

Chapter Eight - Ophelia

Ophelia's stomach churned at A-155's words. She looked around the mess hall. seeing the stiff bodies of cleaners and cooks. Their own blood pooled around them, the floor stained dryly by now.

Her ears focused on the noises, the cries of fear, the pleads for help.

"Hello! Who's out there—" A young male voice yelled out from a short distance, but quickly cut off by another voice, that had a vague southern accent.

"You dumbass—why the fuck would you ask that?! They could be murderers for Christ's sake!" The other voice said, evidently irritated.

"I need to know if they're friendly!"

"Dumbass, they will obviously fucking lie to you!"

The two argued back and forth, as Ophelia walked towards the arguing, crouching down under a table, only to find two teenage boys arguing. One had wavy, dirty blond hair that reached the tips of his shoulders. He had thin baby blue eyes, and a straight nose. He had pale skin. The other had an curly, overgrown buzz-cut that was dark brown, nearly black. He had round, dark brown eyes, and a slight hooked nose. He had some Hispanic features.

The two argued back and forth before Ophelia yelled out, "If you keep arguing, we're leaving you here." She said, Konrad giving her a confused look. The two's arguing died down quickly, both turning their heads to look at Ophelia. The Hispanic teenager blushed slightly, red flushing his cheeks. The other looked at him with slight seemingly disappointment.

"You're really pretty." The Hispanic complimented, Ophelia smiling slightly. Konrad seemed to have a twinge of jealousy hidden inside his face.

"Thank you," She said gently. "but we all need to leave. Now. What are your names?"

The curly-headed teenager hesitated slightly. "D-278." He said, in a slight mumble, yet enough for Ophelia to hear.

The blond-headed teenager said—with confidence—, "Kory. Kory Atticus."

Ophelia's facial expression softened slightly, nodding gently. "Okay, Kory. D-278, A-155. We need to help someone in need of saving. He's in trouble." She says, as D-278 nodded in a daze. Konrad pulled Ophelia behind all of a sudden.

"Yeah. We do that first, then we go to the file room. You need some new names." Konrad says, his tone unintentionally stoic and somewhat harsh. Kory's face flushed vaguely. Konrad was the first to leave the cafeteria, then Kory rushed after him, then A-155, Ophelia, and last but not least, D-278. He seemed to be jittery around Ophelia, which she noticed quickly.

Konrad glanced behind him, seeing Ophelia walking next to D-278. It was evident, he was jealous himself for some reason. He had nothing to be jealous about.

"So. . . is that girl your girlfriend?" D-278 asked, his voice a bit hopeful of something. Konrad snapped out of his daze from the odd question.

"What?"

"That girl. The one with dark skin and curly hair? Is she your girlfriend?" D-278 repeated. Konrad didn't know how to respond. It was 'complicated', as Ophelia would put it.

". . .Yeah." Konrad replied, blowing out a quiet breath as he looked at Ophelia in front of him.

It was good for Ophelia that Konrad couldn't see her face, because her face was flushed.