𝕷𝖚𝖉𝖔𝖘 - 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝟗.- 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐝

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

"Not a God's chosen but a God's cursed."

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

Today, Ian and I are going to sneak out of the hospital. Ian, with his wild orange hair and even wilder ideas, had this grand plan. He'd heard from one of the nurses about a meteor shower that was supposed to be visible tonight, and of course, he couldn't just let it go. So, here we were, plotting our escape.

"Come on, Bells," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We can't miss this. It's going to be amazing!"

I nodded, my heart racing. Ian always had this way of making everything sound like an adventure, even if it was just sneaking out of the hospital where we were supposed to be resting. Mom and Dad are going to kill me.

We waited until the nurses made their rounds and the lights in the hallway dimmed. Ian, being the brave-or maybe foolish-leader, peeked out of our room first. "Coast is clear," he whispered, waving me forward.

We crept down the corridors, our footsteps silent against the cold, tiled floor. Every sound seemed louder in the quiet of the night, and I kept glancing over my shoulder, half expecting to see a nurse or doctor ready to drag us back. But Ian was undeterred.

"Do you even know where we're going?" I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course I do," Ian replied, though I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. He didn't, but admitting that wasn't in his nature. He was too proud, too sure of himself. Such an arrogant orange-haired fool.

We slipped out of a side door and into the chilly night air. The sky above was a deep, endless black, dotted with stars. I pulled my jacket tighter around me, shivering slightly.

Ian led the way, and I followed, trusting him even though I knew he was just making it up as he went along. We walked through the dark, deserted streets, away from the hospital and the town, heading towards the fields on the outskirts. Where we're not supposed to be. The quiet was eerie, and I found myself jumping at shadows, but Ian kept moving forward with that determined set to his jaw.

After what felt like forever, we reached the edge of the fields. Ian stopped and looked around, trying to get his bearings. "I think it's this way," he said, pointing towards a darker patch of land.

I hesitated. "Are you sure? It looks... different."

Ian shrugged. "Only one way to find out."

We walked further, the ground becoming rougher under our feet. I stumbled a few times, but Ian was always there to catch me. Eventually, we found ourselves near a fence, with signs warning of radioactive danger.