Elementally Chosen

5 - My Rescuer

Little girl! Do I look like a twelve year old? I open my mouth to fire an insult at my rescuer but snap it shut. After all, he saved my life. I let the insult pass and lift my head to take a look at my life-saver who is currently standing in the place of that creature which I suppose he has killed or blown away like I did with the first two. Does that mean he is similar to me; with powers like mine? I try not to let my hopes up because it hurts a lot when it crashes down.

A pair of deep, forest green eyes look back at me. The owner of those eyes is tall and lean with thick raven hair. He is good-looking. The boy actually has the audacity to smirk while I am bleeding to death. Scratch that good-looking part. His smirk fades when he notices my severe condition. Thanks for finally noticing the river of blood, mister.

"I am okay except for the fact that I am bleeding to death." I reply dryly. Catching my sarcasm, he gives me a 'I saved you so don't dare mess with me' look. Odd, I thought that I could only read Shelly's looks. Add this stranger who I have met a minute ago to our personal and special communication style, I muse.

"If you can reign in your attitude, I think I can actually help you." He throws back. I am in a dire need of help, so I hold my tongue from forming an insult. I nod, letting it go, for now. He bends down to my level and asks for a spare cloth. I nod toward my bag, not having the strength to even open my bag due to the blood loss and physical and emotional exertion.

After applying an ointment (I don't know what he is doing carrying one but I don't ask), he opens my bag and removes the first cloth he can find, my favourite silk scarf. He brings it toward my wound and I yell in horror, "Hey, stop!" He flinches and stops, looking up for an explanation for the sudden outburst. "Don't spoil that scarf. It is my favourite, very precious and one-of-a-kind." I explain.

He looks up at me with incredulity and gives me an 'are you effing serious?' look. It is freaky how I can read him when I don't even know his name. Shaking his head, he pulls out a black shirt. Not wanting him to pounce upon me again, I nod. Plus, I don't like it that much.

The ointment is soothing and makes me feel a bit better. He ties up my wound carefully. I grit my teeth from screaming out in pain. Even though he is careful, it hurts. After applying the bandage, he places his hand on my thigh, right on the place of the wound. I am going to protest, but when I see his hand glowing a cool green, I stop in surprise. This means he is also different, like me. I keep that in my mind to ponder over later. I am too drained to even think much.

A warm feeling spreads out from his hand and into the wound, stitching it enough, but not completely. I feel much better, even more than the ointment. He is healing me, I realize with a start. So cool and useful to have such an ability I think hazily.

"I know how to heal, but not am a newbie in that area so it will only partially heal the wound." he explains.

Suddenly today's all events take their toll and my body feels like it weighs a ton....The wrong complaint that brought me to the principal's office in the first place, the live or die fight with her, the shock of being kicked out of my home, the long walk, and then another epic fight with a resulting wound. I feel drowsy. I try to stay awake but it is futile. My vision blurs and then everything turns black.

I am floating but feel nauseous. My stomach is churning. I try to open my eyes, but they are glued shut. After a few more attempts, they slowly open. After a lot of blinking and my vision is clear, I look around at the plain white surroundings and rows of seats around me. I am in a plane?! I look out the thick glass window and see mounds of clouds below. It is dawn and the sky is a reddish - golden. How in the hell did I end up here? I think hatd and the previous day comes crashing back in super speed. The last thing I remember is getting healed by that boy- my rescuer.

I look next to me and see him sleeping peacefully. He looks content, all signs of arrogance he displayed yesterday not visible on his face. I study his features- his almond shaped eyes, angled nose, lush lips and a strong jawline. His hair is tousled and a little wavy at ends and I have a sudden urge to touch and see how it feels. Stupid, I scold myself. He is wearing a plain black T-shirt which shows signs of hard muscles underneath. He has strong hands and long fingers which are currently drumming on his seat.

"You know, staring is rude." he says haughtily. Yikes! He is awake and caught me staring. I try to hide my embarrassment and use my usual defense in these type of situations.

"You know, bringing someone on an aeroplane without their consent is rude." I mimic his tone.

"Not thanking for saving your life is rude", he counters.

"Smirking while someone is bleeding to death is rude." I retaliate.

Our lips twitch, but we change our expression and scowl at the same time.

"You are very irritating." he says.

"You are arrogant." I counter.

"You are ungrateful."

"You are cocky."

"Both mean the same." he replies.

"So what? You are both."

"You are a pain in the ass."

"Same here." I end up laughing. Surprisingly, he too joins and we laugh until the people around us shush us. I smile at him.

"So, what is the great savior's name?" I ask.

"Christopher Waters, Chris is fine" he replies."And your name, mi lady?" he asks with feigned humbleness and bows.

I manage to half- curtsy while sitting and reply, "Azalea Brooks." I immediately regret it. How in the hell did I slip out my full name? It's as if I don't think before I speak to him "But I only go with Lea, okay? Nothing else."

"Okay," he says warily, stupefied by my sudden cold tone.

"Where are we going?", I ask when I feel like I am not going to explode.

"The Elemental Academy!" he says grandly.