Rise of Rain - Sequel to Tower Falling

Chapter Four

Hi, I'm back! I finally got my hands on the movie, so now we can get started for real! I usually post new chapters on my birthday, but I mucked that up, so here's a Halloween post (almost too late, admittedly)! Alright everyone, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter Four

Danny was getting restless.

The incessant hovering over me during the day and losing sleep at night was beginning to subside since I began going on walks with Dylan, at least. I came home from those long walks absolutely exhausted, and it didn't take long for me to start sleeping through the night without waking up twenty million times - only three or four times. But that hardly did anything to pacify Danny, who remained glued to my side all hours of the day.

And when he wasn't worrying about me, he was working himself up over the Eye.

He had promised me weeks ago that he would stop stressing himself out over when we were going to get a mission from the Eye. Dylan's lack of answers weren't doing anything to calm him down. I had heard Danny on the phone several times, making calls to unknown sources in the early hours of the morning. Little did he know that I was still awake and could hear every word he was saying. I was getting better at sleeping, but I wasn't that great yet. But I guess he didn't know that.

He was pacing the floor again one morning, his hands clasped behind his back. I was seated on the couch with a mug full of coffee, trying to watch the news. I didn't have the nightmare about Darren escaping the mental ward anymore, but I still watched news broadcasts like a hawk, waiting to see anything amiss. It was hard to do so that morning, however, as Danny would not stop walking back and forth in front of the screen.

"Danny, you're doing it again," I said lazily, craning my neck to see around him. "Why don't you sit down for a bit?"

"I'm just so frustrated," he said harshly. I knew the anger wasn't directed at me; he'd gotten a lot better at not bottling up his emotions and instead let me know what he was feeling at any given moment. His little outburts were becoming an almost daily occurrance anymore.

I laid my head on my arm and took a sip of my coffee. It burnt my tongue, still a little too hot to drink. "I understand that you're frustrated, Danny, but you're going to wear a hole in the floor if you don't cut it out." He stopped pacing in favor of staring at me, one hand on his hip and the other on the back of his neck. Two seconds later he had collapsed on the couch beside me, sighing heavily. "See? Isn't that better?"

He paused for a moment, his lips pursed. "No," he said. He stood back up and resumed pacing, his hands interlocked against the back of his head.

"Danny, come on," I groaned.

He shook his head vigorously. "I'm going to get answers, Andie. I swear I am. I'm so sick of just sitting around here doing nothing. I'm going to go stir crazy. I really am."

I rolled my eyes. "You're going to be just fine. Let Dylan do his thing; he'll let us know when it's time to go on a real assignment."

Danny narrowed his eyes at me. "I appreciate that Dylan has been helping you out with your anxiety and your nightmares, but I still don't think you should be as okay with this long-ass wait as you are." I glared at him. "Oh, don't look at me like that. Have you tried asking him what's taking so long?"

"No, because I'm not nearly as bothered by it as you are."

Danny made a small noise of irritation. "I just want to know what we've been preparing so long for. We've been practicing for a show we have no idea about. I just want to know what we should be expecting to happen, and when."