Save Me from Extinction

CHAPTER 3-2: ENRAGED

POV: Mavis
Location: Abandoned House

I hurried upstairs, calling Steven's name, but he wasn't responding. After opening a room, I saw him playing an electric guitar...but it wasn't plugged into an amplifier or something, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Nothing." He smiled. "It's been a decade, you know." He added.

"Oh. You play guitar?"

"Electric guitar." He smirked. "Watch this." He continued.

"Hey--listen." I showed him the walkie-talkie. "This thing--I found it from the truck."

"Woah. Is it working?"

"Yes. I heard someone like...a few minutes ago!"

He quickly dropped the electric guitar, "That person must be a few meters away from us! Do not answer! Wait--what have you heard, Mavis?"

"I know, I know!" I lowered the volume from the walkie-talkie to make myself comfortable, "No one's listening, okay? I didn't answer, okay?" I looked somewhere else, "But I heard someone, yes. A--a--a voice that--no." I looked at him. "Steven, the wanted man's name was mentioned from this thing." I continued.

"No shit?!" He stood up behind me. "You heard him or did someone else mentioned his name? I'm confused. What happened?!"

"I--I--I heard a person's name mentioning his FULL NAME, Steven. It means that that person is with the wanted man." I lied a bit.

"Well--that's great!" He smiled. "We have a lead. We need to...we need to listen to that thing again and try to figure out where they are." He added.

I nodded to him. Well, the reason why I lied at some of the parts that I heard from the walkie-talkie is because I didn't want him to know that the last voice that I heard sounded familiar to me. Yes. The voice sounded VERY familiar to me. I had feared that Steven would never trust me, and it might sabotage our plan on finding John Celestino.

"So...we're staying here until tomorrow, right?"

"Yes. Keep that volume up, and do NOT press any button, Mavis."

"Understood."

Some hours later, I found myself resting my head on my upper arms while sitting on a table at the dining room. Steven was resting on a sofa, he told me that I needed to take a break, but I had insisted. I was paying too much attention to this walkie-talkie thing. It felt like...I was waiting for a special person to talk. A person that I was not yet ready to think of at the moment, but hell, the voice was playing inside of my mind. The words...suddenly turned into a speech that I had been hearing a decade ago. An imaginary sentence...that magically enraged my heart.

"Mavis?" Suddenly, Steven woke up. "You really need to take a break." He added.

"I'm fine. Don't worry, I--I am still awake."

"Tomorrow will be a rough day. You need to get prepared, and taking a rest is part of being prepared. Please. You need to sleep."

"I can't."

"Mavis..." He stood up beside me. "...Okay. We'll take turn." He grabbed the walkie-talkie, and then he continued, "Sleep on that sofa over there, let me do the waiting for now."

"Steven!"

"Why? What's--why are you so--what's going on with you, Mavis?"

"Steven...please, hand me that thing."

"No. You need to sleep. Your eyes, you can barely look. Come on, it's been a hell of a fight out there, you need to rest."

"I won't be able to rest if I can't fucking help myself, okay?!" I yelled at him.