Changing Fate

Chapter 12

So next chapter- I'll just go right ahead

Neko’s P.O.V

4 days ago

I sat in the space between two lockers, my head between my knees, trying to drown out the sound of screaming.

I had seen the small group pass me by, severing snakes as they went. I expected they had found what they had been looking for by now.

2 days ago

I hid in an alcove of bookshelves in the library. This, for some reason, seemed to be the go-to place for meetings.

The doors swung open, and I was reminded of my first impromptu meeting with Clark. Speaking of her, that was who entered the room. She glanced around the seemingly empty room, her eyes dancing over my hiding spot and continuing their surveillance.

'I know you're there.’

I flattened myself further in, thinking she had spotted me.

'Your appearance continues to elude the skill of hiding from you.’

'Well spoken my friend,’ another voice rang out, belonging to that of another girl, looking to be the same age as Clark and I.

'What was of such importance that I had to abandon my friends?’

'Take your time, old friend,’ the other girl said, enveloping her in a hug and clapping her on the back. 'Not everything is a race against time.’ Her aqua eyes glinted in the low lighting.

'Look, my friend is injured, and I need to get back…’

'Sit down,’ She continued, completely ignoring Clark's remark, gesturing to a table and chairs I hadn't noticed before now.

'Squirrel…’ Clark's voice rang out in complaint, but nevertheless she sat down.

'So, old friend, reunited again! Tea?’ Squirrel asked, holding up a teapot she had seemingly conjured from thin air.

Clark took this in coolly, before asking 'Is it true?’

'Is what true? That us Irish always need tea? That leprechauns are real? Which they are, nasty buggers them lot.’

'You know what I mean.’ Clark's voice was reserved and quiet.

Squirrel sighed dramatically. 'Yes I suppose I do.’ She moved her black knight, and I realised they were playing chess.

'Well, if I know you well enough, and trust me, I do, then the answer you're looking for is yes, I got rid of the Crowley fellow. He was boring me.’

'So you're the Queen of Hell then.’

'Correctomondo. Though I don't know why you should be surprised, you are the one who gave me that nickname to begin with.’

I almost gasped when her eyes flashed as red as her hair.

She glanced over in my direction, before turning her attention back to the game at hand.

Clark paused for a moment, then moved her white bishop and took the black rook.

'Well played. Almost too well played, you never were any good at chess, old friend.’

'Your memory deceives you.’

'Of course not. Tell me, are you still having those 'dreams’ of yours?’

Clark stiffened. 'I don't see what this has to do with my ability to beat you in chess.’

'Everything, my dear friend. Now that that's answered, I'll go onto the next question. If you didn't have a 'dream’, then how did you know where to find me?’