We're Called Halfies

Infernal Beeping And The Surprises They Deliver

Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t let myself die.

Years of winning Falling contests have made falling to my death something just can’t happen. Old habits and all that. My hand reaches out and I grab onto the ledge. Shit! My arms feel like they’re being ripped off! Gritting my teeth, I pull myself up. Swinging one leg up onto the ledge, I roll onto the balcony I gripped onto. Using the doorframe as a means of support, I try to stand. Succeeding, I open the door and quietly shut it behind me. No sense alerting security before I’m ready to run. Walking straight across the room and out, I make my way down the corridor to the other side of the hospital. I can the security personal walking up and down all around me. Deciding it would be better to know where my enemies are rather than not, I open the door to the stairwell and take a peek.

There’s not a sound at first, not a single sound. Its deathly quiet and I feel the nerves that had settled on my body before completely slide off. Just like water off a Duck ANA’s back, the worries are gone like they never existed. After all, it’s just me, all over again. No one else to get hurt, just me left to run away and escape. Taking a deeper breathe, I walk onto the stairwell. The security personal have obviously fanned out onto every floor trying to find me in case I did exactly what I was doing now. Hiding and running away from the ‘authorities’.

But bless them; they didn’t count on me being the smarter person.

Tip-toeing up the stairs, I decide that despite how crappy the first attempt went; my original plan of escaping from the roof tops is probably the best plan. After all, I don’t have any dye for my hair nor my eyes, so I’m currently stuck in my black hair and reflective silver eyes, which aren’t exactly the easiest colours to hide in a world that valued the most exotic things. Hair around here was always coloured and styled so magnificently that even when I was prepared to the best of my abilities (usually some sort of braid Spindle creates with his weaving paired with whatever eye colour takes my fancy), I was still stared at for being ‘under-dressed’.

So no, walking straight out the get was not the option. And considering there really was no other alternative, I had to run, get out, and come back with the others to rescue Leona.

Because I had promised her.

Glancing up, I find the number of the floor before I even knew I was looking for it. Number twenty. Looking down, I can see the door I came from, having not closed it when I left.Number sixteen.

So I didn’t fall too far at all.

In fact, I pretty much didn’t do anything other than take an express way to the lower floor.

If throwing yourself out the window and down a floor can be considered the express way to get around a hospital, that is. 

Opening the door the twentieth floor, I’m actually surprised it’s dark. It’s such a welcome change from the bright lights that I can actually feel myself physically relax. Almost as if the night surrounded me as an old friend. Creeping down the hall, all I can think of is the dark. The night. The quiet that’ll overtake now that Leo’s gone. Touching the wall to my right, I almost never want the sun to rise.

Because when it rises Leona will be officially missing and a captured Halfie.

And no captured Halfie really survives.

Just look at Blaze.

I’m at the end of the hallway when something catches my eye. Pushing my long hair out of my hair, I turn towards whatever caught my eye. A faint light, barely glowing. And now that I’ve stopped moving, there’s something else that’s caught my attention.

A....beep?

There’s silence once more.

I go to turn back to continue walking, when it’s there again.

A beep.

I still. This is...odd. Why is there a beep on a floor that’s completely empty? The longer I wait the more I wonder why there is a beep. Closing my eyes, I quieten my entire body, focusing entirely on the intermitted noise. Turning on my heels, I face the noise. Keeping my eyes closed, I head towards where the noise is the strongest.

There’s a subtle air difference when I enter the room where the beeping is the loudest. I can feel the difference in the air on my sensitive face and the smell of antiseptics mixed with stale blood is thick within the air. I almost gag from the heavy scent in the air. Opening my eyes it takes less than a nanosecond for them to adjust to the extremely dark room. But in the dark is where my eyes are the best, so everything is in infinite detail. Whilst daytime is the best for the humans, the night is where my eyes come to life. My eyes have opened up to maximum dilation and I can see everything. It’s not as bright as daytime, but even so I can see everything.

Especially the breathing body in front of me that is connected to the beeping machines.

Shuffling closer I can see the dust molecules being pulled into the body’s lungs and out again with every exhale. My eyes are drawn to the expanding chest that’s drawing in the dust and air. Broad and definitely a male’s, lacking the fundamentally female attribute that would’ve had me classifying him otherwise. His skin is pale, indicating his City life. His arms are wiry and lean- but athletically so. He had an extremely well defined face. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could see the faint movements behind his eyelids. He appeared to be having a nightmare. His eye movements were frantic. His longish black hair is slicked back with the effort of the nightmare – in fact the poor bastard seemed to be having a terrible old time with this nightmare. Even as I assess the long haired male, I see him grit his teeth with exertion. Peering at his teeth, they look perfect. In fact, everything about him looks perfect. But I’m immune to his beauty. City folk are known for changing their appearances all the time, so for all I know this is not at all his original face.

But still, I thought, he’s cute

The more I stare at him, even sweat drenched and gritting his teeth in pain, this man was quite a looker.

Sudden there was a change in the scent of the room. Despite smelling like sterilizer and antiseptic, there was a new scent in the room.

Not Human, is all that my nose registers. Taking a deeper breath, what I scent next confuses me even more

Because what- who-I’m smelling and scenting is definitely...Not Halfie either.  

See I’m not someone who easily gets confused. As a Leader, I’m supposed to understand and negotiate deals. I’m supposed to listen to everyone and most importantly: I’m friends with Leona, Reece, BloodRose and Ragamuffin. And if anyone is supposed to be confused it should be me. But ordinarily I’m not.

But not now. Now I’m extremely confused and left wondering who the hell is the male on the hospital bed in front of me.

The eyes.

That’ll tell me what this male is.

Human or Halfie.

Reflective or dull.  

Human or Halfie.

Pulling my long hair out of my eyes and pushing my sleeves up, I delicately use my fingers to pry open one of his eyelids.

And there is the proof.

A reflective eye gleaming in the dark back at me.

A deep timbre greets me.

“Hello”

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So hi Everyone! I've been a bit stressy lately, dealing with all the crap that is diabetes and uni at the same time. Also trying to organise a recuperation holiday at the end of the school year is NOT easy, let me tell you. I swear every place in the world has something against my friends and I. Not to mention the awful (they're ok I'd just rather not do them) subjects I have - Like Global Business. Trust me when I say that is a subject you should not try to do (and pass) if you haven't got any previous knowledge in the subject. It's awful. Just take it from me!

So how is everyone else going?

xoxo, Scrempt