The Rose: Torn of the Tormented

Chapter 4 - I.U.S

(AN: I deleted this story for a good few months. And I have choose to return to it with some kind words from friends. This story is something I created 6 years ago and I choose to share it with others. My writing skills have developed from Roleplay. This is the first time I have sat down and invested time into a piece of writing like this. If you have any constructive criticism, I would love to hear it. Unless there is obvious typos in my past chapters, I choose not to go back and edit them. I want to see my writing style develop as the story also progresses. So please stop trying to compare me to professional authors or even those with experience. I hope you enjoy the story. And I am always open for questions and advise :D)
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"Why didn't you come to me Lea?" The innocence of the young blonde boy questioned as he looked to his friend. A soft smile held upon his tanned lips as he awaited the explanation of why she suffered the day in silence.

"How was I supposed to say it Honey? There's a Were-Experiment thing inside me leaping around in the dead of night? Like, her only existence being to fuck me off. I'm not giving it a name. Those monsters don't deserve a name."

"Oh I named her." He chimed. The expression on his face was one of a child when they receive a puppy dog wrapped in a scarlet bow for Christmas. Oh that glare. He gave a awkward chuckle rubbing the base of his hairline in rising anxiety. "We had a little chat actually. Only brief." The scowl he received only intensified. Azalea stood from the rusted poles they had perched upon for a sincere catch up, starting to walk in the direction opposite to where they were heading before. "Wait? She wanted us to go the other way. Lea!" She didn't acknowledge him, the boy responded to the arrogance with a quick click of his tongue. "Fine be like that! I'm going to go by myself." He grumbled. Soon headed into the direction of the coordinates that the black haired creep left etched in his memory.

*It scared him. This distorted form of his best friend lunging at him, screaming for Azaleas acknowledgement. Honey had looked at the beast as the half-and-half form fully shifting into the tall, slender vampire-esque form. "Vera" He said it randomly. And with thought. The name slipping of the tip of his tongue. It was a name that held history for the boy, owned by his own grandmother with the pure meaning of 'faith'. This response had threw the woman off guard, causing a simple tilt of the head. "You want a name right? Lea is stubborn. But I like Vera. If you do." The new named being nodded at Honeysuckles words, stepping away from the figure as her hands fell to her sides.

"Vera? I like Vera. Thank you." That would be the response of the girl. She wasn't evil, not in Honey's eyes anyway. To Azalea she was a parasite who was leeching off her life form. The young male sat with the experiment talking to her for a short while. She did not respond much, due to not holding the attention span to understand the words he was saying. More fascinated by the lack of sounds in the apocalyptic setting. "This world. What happened?" Would be her response to the 5 minute prologue he gave.

"I don't really know. It happened before I was born. There was a fire, and a virus of sorts. It wiped England into this. Travelling still hasn't been justified by government. So, we do not know what the rest of the world looks like. It is all hear-say by trade artists."

"I see. So there is no technology to broadcast the life abroad?" As Vera responded with that, Honey leaned back in thought. So she was more aware of this time and not just a entity. Interesting.

"No. All TV is England's own entertainment, Scotland and Wales lost Independence and all three countries merged to one in 2020." Red eyes turned to look at Honey. She didn't hold a accent, perhaps it was worth a ask. "Where are you from? What year were your born?"

"France. Year 1995 was when I was born. I understand it is 2046. You do not have to repeat that. I will return baby-Lea to you. Thank you Honeysuckle. It was a pleasure conversing with you, may it be brief." Were-wolf was the most perfect way to explain the transformation between the pair. The shifting of forms quick yet agonising to the ear. Clicks and rips as bones and ligaments take a smaller form. He held his friend on his lap for a little longer than half an hour before she awoke.