Hidden Mysteries: Soulforce

Chapter 13

                                                       Chapter 13:

                                                         Blaise

“Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.” – Carl Sandburg

I walked out of the bathroom and hadn’t crossed the door to get into Alexa’s bedroom when I see her lifting herself off the wall, clutching my bag in her arms, a  mask of pain covering her face.

“Don’t come in!” she almost yelled running to block my entrance. I pushed past her indifferently and sat down on the beanbag. My brown eyes scanned the room until they rested on the man who had attacked me last night. He smiled at both of us.

Alexa made her way into the room timidly, energy sparking around her fingers as she glared at the man. I rolled my eyes, sighing, “Relax.”

“No, what the heck is he doing in my room?” she started overreacting again.

I thrust my hands down at my sides and stretched my fingers out, making a round fire shield around us. “There. Fire shield. You happy now?” Of course that meant I couldn’t leave… and my mom would be angry with me for skipping, but there were just some matters that took priority.

Alexa looked at me, then at the man, weighing the odds. “He won’t hurt us. I promise you that,” I glared at the man who seemed amused by all of this. “Alexa, come.”

“…No,” she mumbled, more electricity sparking at her fingertips.

“Alexa, sit!” It was her turn to be glared at now.

“Fine…” she sat down against the wall and traced the patterns of wood with her finger before getting up and taking out a bead kit.

“What’s that?” I asked suspiciously. She smiled a bit and sat back down, opening the kit. Inside, there were beads of all shapes and sizes, some sparkling, some dull. Colorful strings were stuffed into overfilling compartment boxes. Clasps and small beads were scattered among the mess and on the inside of the lid was a small mirror. Of course it needed a mirror! Couldn’t be a Barbie girl without one everywhere, right?

“So…necklaces or bracelets?” she held up two long clear strands of elastic twine. I gaped at her, our enemy was in the same room as us and she managed to push it aside and do arts and crafts?! Was she crazy?

“What?” Alexa asked, shrinking back. She always did that when she was nervous, shy, scared, or felt as if she were in trouble – sometimes, even all four!

“…Give me a bead,” I said stretching my hand out. She gave me an oval green one. “Hmm…it’s pretty,” I admitted. She beamed. I get it now… she wanted us to ignore him and maybe then he’d go away. But, this was boring. I turned my head to the man, and then back to Alexa, “Shall we interrogate him?” A smile curved its way onto my lips.

“Blaise…” she mumbled looking down, “not a good idea!”

I shrugged and aimed the question at the man who was now pushing his hair behind his back, “So, what’s up?”  Alexa froze, probably from shock that I had actually talked to him.

We both waited in silence for a couple of minutes. He just stared back at us, expressionless. Maybe Alexa could tap into his feelings or something? But one glance at her made it official that she didn’t want to take part in any of this.

“Hmm…not talking are we? Alexa, you try, he likes you better than me.” I watched as Alexa gawked at me. I knew she hated this, but it was just so funny to watch her emotions! “Go on,” I nudged her, urging her on.