Seven in One

Chapter 2: "Damon"

The bright shade of blue behind Sevin's eyelids woke him from his slumber, tormenting his eyes with the sun's blue-tinged rays of light. In all honesty, Sevin didn't want to open his eyes. Not because of the blinding rays of light, but because either of two things would have happened if he did: He'd wake up to realize that everything last night was just a dream, or he'd gotten himself in a big mess, having to face the world on his own again. It was incidents like these where Sevin wished he had a remote control. He wouldn't really use that fast forwarded button, but he sure as hell would abuse that pause button.

Lazily turning himself, he unpinned his arm and stretched it, glancing at the alarm clock that read nine-O-five. Pulling himself out of bed, he walked toward the pile of soccer clothing at the other end of the room. He grabbed his shirt and sniffed, a mixed scent of sweat and cinder confirming yesterday night's confrontation. He headed straight to the medicine cabinet, popped the top off on the orange bottle labeled "Sevin" and gulped down two pills with a jug of water. "Everyone's still sleeping," he thought and headed towards the kitchen with a cook book in his hand....

"The doorbell's ringing!" Joana shouted from the kitchen.

"I'll get it," Sophie responded momentarily.

Five minutes later, "It's for you Sevin." Sophie called.

Racing toward the door Sevin glanced at Sophie in her pajamas. "Who is it?" Sevin mouthed.

"A girl." Sophie mouthed back.

"Crap." he retort to himself, what does she want. Looking out the door there she stood about five foot high, blue jeans and pink-tinged shirt, greeting Sevin with a warm smile on her face as the wind toyed with her light brown, almost blond hair.

"Are you busy?" She spoke up politely.

Sevin glanced towards her realizing she was serious. "First you help a stranger, and then you barge over to his house asking for him. Knowing where he lives and his identity while he don't even know your name. How do you think he would feel?" Sevin declared.

She took a moment to respond. "First my name is Kristine, people call me Kristy for short, second I didn't barge in I used the doorbell and that person should be quite grateful." She defended.

"Give me a second." Leaving Kristine at the door, Sevin walked to the kitchen to tell Joana that he was going out with a friend. Joana gave Sevin some pocket money and he turned walking back to the door. Kristine smiled once more. "I'm all yours." Sevin stated mockingly.

"Good, then let's get moving."

Sevin felt pressure in his head. It felt strange, like somebody trying to push their way in. Sevin directed his head toward the pressure's direction. "Where are we going?"

"We are going to go meet up with the others," Kristine responded then stared into Sevins' eyes.

'She has nice hazel eyes,' he thought to himself. 'Wait why is she watching me.' "Could you stop staring at me?" Sevin commanded.

"I thought you had red eyes yesterday night." She retorted, protectively.

'My eyes aren't red they are brown. But Paul-' Sevin thought as some words slipped out of his mouth.

"Sevin are you okay?" Kristy asked.

"Oh did I say something a loud. Never mind I'll try and explain when we meet up with everyone," Sevin stammered uncomfortably.

"Sure." Kristy answered abruptly.

As they walked into the forest, the pressure had ceased. Sevin stumbled twice, his blue shirt got caught on a tree branch that made a cut at the bottom of it. Kristine directed him up a stream of water. At the end there was a cottage with a cliff face hanging above. Water flowed past the cottage, running to the left, away from the path they were on.