Fire

Chapter 9: Marcy

P.O.V: Marcy

Location: Moae's holding cell E.

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The clashing of powers die down. David's footsteps echo as he races towards me. I crunch myself tighter into a ball, hoping to  collapse into myself and be free of this. Cold hands on my back make me flinch. To close to the cold burns I obtained earlier.

"Are you okay?" His soft voice echos through my vale of hair, thirsty for the moisture that was stolen from it. I don't move, trying not to have a full blown anxiety attack. Sam might be right, maybe I have cracked under the weirdness. I can deal with ice angels and magic and elements but the realization that it could be dangerous with a very real possibility of death, and the mere fact that they willingly attacked each other is freaken crazy. Not to mention I am literally in prison, an actual cell, due to my crazy water wielding brother and some cold, hot dude I met on a beach after nearly drowning.

I squeeze my eyes tighter so dots dance across my vision. There is no way this is real. I have to be dreaming or officially crazy. I'm going to wake up in my cozy bed with my galaxy walls and black furniture with my thirty something blankets haphazardly spewed across my bed.

Perhaps one of the blankets fell off and I got cold. I get nightmares if I don't stay warm. Or maybe I will wake up in an insane asylum and they'll tell me I slipped into some drug induced state.

Hesitantly David runs his very real feeling fingers through my knotted hair trying to mimic what Sammy did earlier. I'm tossed between unfamiliarity and comfort.

"Shh, it's okay. It's a lot to process in such a short amount of time." His soothing voice envelops me like a blanket of snow.

"Sorry for drenching you with ice water." Sam chimes in, The trace of sympathy my only reminder he was ever a brother to me.

Taking a deep breath I peek out underneath my arm while still remaining tightly curled. Sam comes into my line of vision first, his watery blue eyes filled with regret and concern. He does not get to look upset when he's the reason I am here.

Hair catches in David's finger as I twist to look at him. A stranger, I keep forgetting I just met him and now he's comforting me, yet he looks so familiar. I really am a mess.

Unfurling myself from my cocoon, I try to control my breathing. I do not want to be pitied, so I shove my fears aside.

Lightly removing David's newly gloved hand I force myself to stand. Plodding to the jail bars, I raise my chin high mocking a confidence I only wish I had.

"How long will we be staying?" The cold undertone in my voice takes me by surprise. Obviously he was not going to directly answer any of the five W's but hopefully I can get a general idea of just how long I would get the honor of marveling at the four bare walls.

"Until Moae gets here unfortunately." Sams semi-solid answer leaves me more confused than I already was. Who was Moae?

"How long will that be?" If I have to stand around and play twenty questions until I get my answer I would seriously consider doing that.

"Approximately, whenever he gets here?" Sam so helpfully replied after careful examination of a non existent watch. I'm starting to understand why David attacked him. However, seeing as he did live with me on and off for seventeen years I'm partially immune to his sarcasm. I ignore David as he finally stand up to join me.

"Okay, glad your knowledge filled. So who is Moae?" I persist with all the mentions of this guy I wanted an idea what we were up against.

Sam fidgets on his side of the bars, fear radiating from his skin. Whoever Moae was, he was a force to be reckoned with if Sam pales at the sound of his name. Strumming his finger against his slacks he looks anywhere but at me.