The Disaster Born's

Chapter Thirty Six- Ash

I withdraw my hands from Alysia, my gaze moving to where the bang has come from, my senses heightened by the sudden interruption. I notice my door moving slightly with each bang, the wood creaking loudly. Using my initiative, I grab Alysia and pull her into the wardrobe, the space between us was tight but, this was our only option. I close the wardrobe door, standing in front of her, using myself as a shield between her and whatever was behind that door. I hold my finger to my lips, a silent gesture for her to be quiet.

I keep the wardrobe ajar allowing me to be able to see through the crack, I squint my eyes as I try to figure out what was causing the sudden force to my door.

Suddenly, the door flies open with a large bang, the hinges shuddering as the door ricochets against my bedroom wall. I feel Alysia's heart thumping against my back, she was terrified and for good reason too. I reach for her hand in an effort to reassure her, she grabs it, her fingers quickly intertwining with mine.

"What are we even looking for?" A low voice says as three men enter my room, I watch them through the crack, my breath hitching in my throat as I clock who they are. The Over Lord's men, covered in black suits and their signature black sunglasses with golden rims as they glint under my faint light coming from my lamp. I observe them rummaging through my drawers, overturning my mattress, their movements were careless and urgent.

"Anything to do with the Bolt Walker," another man says, his voice a harsh grown. "A Bolt Walker?" The man echoes, his face stale and glum as if the words Bolt Walker instilled a fear like no other. Suddenly, the other man wraps his hand around the man's throat and pushes him against the wardrove, the door of the wardrobe wobbling from the force. "Yes, the Bolt Walker." He says. "And if you continue asking questions, I'll tell him you don't meet the requirements." He threatens, his hand tightening over the other man's throat. All of a sudden, he drops him, the man falls to the floor holding his throat as he gasps for air.

The man gulps, continuing to look through my stuff, his movements frantic and desperate. I look back at Alysia and see her shaking with fear, her pupils dilated and wide with terror. I squeeze her hand a gesture of comfort through the chaos breaking out. I have to admit, her body being this close to mine in such close proximity made my mind wander straight to the gutter, the warmth of her body against mine was a distraction I wanted to give into so badly.

I continue watching the man as he picks up Alysia's dress, he holds it closer to him raising it to his nose and smelling it. His eyes meet mien from the crack, "Check that wardrobe!" The man shouts, his voice cutting through the air like a bow and arrow. I shake my head as I watch him moving closer, I summon my fire as my heart races sending my adrenaline into overdrive. My fists blazing flames, the heat searing my skin. I clench them, ready to kill anyone who tried to hurt her.

The door opens and I am stood face to face with a man with a large scar down his face and a swollen lip, his eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. I pull my fist back to punch him, but nothing is said, almost as if he is looking right through me, his gaze unfazed, disassociated.

I look around and see a large sparkling black cloud surrounding us. I look back to Alysia, her eyes glowing silver, a sight that sends an easy shiver down my spine. I wave at her but I get no response, like she was distant and in other world, her mind completely and utterly elsewhere. I am taken from my thoughts by the sound of the wardrobe closing. "Nothing here, Boss," he shouts, his voice bellowing through the room. "Right, now make it look like we haven't been here." Another man says as he leaves the room, his boots sending his footsteps echoing down the corridor. The sound fades but is soon replaced by his fearful remark, "The Bolt Walker won't be able to hide tomorrow," he calls back, his sinister cackle sending chills down the spines of those who heard. The name 'Bolt Walker' seems to be a frequent topic, like a dark omen, the significance clawing at my curiosity.

I wait, my heart racing as the remaining man finishes putting things back in order in my room. The tension as palpable any room moves could send him hurtling straight towards us. Finally, he seems satisfied with his work. With a final glance around, he leaves, shutting the door behind him with a soft thud that echoes in the silence.

The moment I hear the door lock, I turn to Alysia. I shake her gently, desperate for a response. Suddenly, she gasps for air, her eyes widen as they return to their usual emerald green. Relief floods through me, and I open my arms to embrace her closely.

"What happened?" she asks, the confusion and fear on her face was now evident in her voice. She furrows her brows together as she searched my eyes for answers. I try my hardest to not show my concern or worry, but the surge of protectiveness.

"Lys, I need to tell you something," I say gently. I didn't want to scare her let alone upset her.

Her eyes still searching mine for any clues to what I was talking about. The gravity of the situation weighing down on me. "The night Zeke died, your eyes—"

"They turned orange," I continue, the memory replaying in my mind.

Her eyes widen in fear, and then she laughs, her laugh causes me to frown in confusion at her reaction. "You're a funny guy, Ash," she says, a grin breaking through as she places her hand on my cheek in sarcasm. She did not believe me; clearly thought I was joking.

I interrupt her urgently, "Lys, I wish I was joking, but it keeps happening. This time your eyes were glowing silver." Each word resonating with her, her mouth slightly agape.

"Like Talon?" she says her voice low, barely audible.

"Exactly like Talon," I respond, my heart racing as I watch her eyes processing the new information. Her breathing increases, her chest pulsing up and down as she takes in more oxygen. She pushes past me to get out of the wardrobe, her body brushing against mine as she tries her hardest to get out of this small space.

I continue trying to speak to her, explaining everything the words firing out of my mouth. "He should have seen us, but he didn't because you summoned the dark cloud that Talon uses for his invisibility," I say, my voice concerned but my priority was making her understand.

She gulps, and I see the fear creeping back into her facial expressions, the reality slowly being revealed to her. "I'm broken," she says softly as he eyes well up with tears, she was being vulnerable. She runs her hand through her hair, a gesture of upset and disbelief.

I pull her back to face me, I place both my hands on her cheeks. "Hey, you're not broken, you are so special Alysia," I say softly feeling the warmth of her cheeks contrasting with the shiver running down my spine. She seemed helpless, the slight trembling of her body against mine and I could only wish to destroy anything that made her uncomfortable.

Her eyes were like windows to her soul, holding a look of uncertainty. "What is happening to me?" she whispers, each word laced with terror of the unknown and the fear lurking of what happens next.

I shake my head firmly, my resolve hardening. "I can't answer that Lys, but I promise you we will figure this out." I assure her, my voice confident and steady. She nestles her head into my hands and nods. "I trust you," she says softly. The connection we share was pulsing with life, an intensity that almost feels electric, an unbreakable bond forged in the fires of uncertainty and insanity.

I kiss her on her forehead, the smell of coconut shampoo enveloping my senses. She pulls her head and looks at me. "Can I stay with you?" she asks. "Of course," I say softly no hesitation.