Rowena Roman

Chapter 10 Noah: Part 10 (Edited)

What did she mean by "two of us"? Noah thought as he followed Diana back to her flat. After returning to the front of the school James had asked where Diana lived and she gave him a map. Since school would be closed for at least a few days until this incident was resolved, at least to some degree, the school itself wouldn't be open. Noah even saw a number of police that were still around turning away the students that tried to sneak into the dorm to see what happened.

He stopped when he realized that Diana was looking at the dorms with the same gaze she had while on the roof. It drew his thoughts back to what she had said.

Could she have meant Conscious?

It would make sense if that were the case, Conscious was essentially the same age as Diana though as he said he was a few years younger than her. And from what Diana said she had never run across another person like her...

His thoughts stopped dead.

No that couldn't have been right there was one person he hadn't included, one person that Diana refused to talk about and even name. And it was someone Noah had met before.

The man that killed Diana, the same man who was now after Noah in cold blood willing to harm anyone to get to him in the cover of night.

"No, he is who he is, and I am who I am, we are different... We've been at this for so long that maybe he's forgotten the reason as well."

Though she never stated it, it had been implied but at that moment he was far too distraught over what she had told him to grasp everything at once. And the mere thought of this man being like Diana sent a chill down Noah's spine.

An immortal man bent on repeatedly killing one girl for some unknown goal or reason. Could that have meant that he was also fighting and killing her during World War Two?

He wanted to ask her, but knew full well that she wouldn't say, the topic of that war seemed touch and go. Part of him only hoped that Diana never had to deal with such a monster while bombs were flying overhead.

Noah awoke later in the afternoon, it had been two days since the incident, upon returning to the flat it had begun to rain and after all that had transpired he was completely mentally and physically exhausted from it and fell asleep on the couch, which now seemed to take up most of his time whenever he became exhausted. He could hear rain lightly tapping against the windowpane as he stared up at the ceiling. He didn't want to move from that very spot, his head turned to the coffee table where he saw Conscious reading one of the books, walking across the page on his hind legs as he read quietly before flipping it with his small paws. Noah smiled when he saw this.

For some reason it just felt comforting to see that golden mouse, and Noah hadn't the faintest clue as to why, but he didn't mind. Looking at Conscious made him feel like a kid again reading a fantasy book. If it were a book Conscious would have been the hero of the story that Noah was sure of.

As if sensing the young man's eyes the mouse turned and smiled at him. "Afternoon Noah, have a nice nap?"

Noah sat up, soon realizing that there was a blanket covering him, one that he did not have when he had dozed off.

"The weather has been turning chillier as of late, and it's been raining heavily too, she thought you might be cold." Conscious said softly as he went back to the book. "Your glasses are here on the table."

After reaching for his glasses Noah then looked back to the blanket that was still covering his legs. "She didn't have too," he said before turning to look at the window once more. "How long has it been raining?"