"Don't throw your fist like that!" Elijah screams again.
"You keep saying that but you aren't telling me how to do it right!" I scream back.
"Your posture is shit!" He screams in frustration.
"You're shit!" I drop my arms and walk past him. He grabs my arm and shoves me back.
"We have been at this for days now Tyler. Straighten out your back, throw with the power in your hips, and bend you knees. It isn't that hard!" He stands next to me and gets into a fighting position. I try to mimic him but he just groans. "It's like you're not even trying!"
"Eat me!" I scream as I storm off towards the house again. I go into the kitchen and open up the pantry. Elijah follows me in and snorts when he sees me.
"Maybe if you would cut back on the eating you'd be better at getting your posture right!" I drop my food on the counter and glare at him.
"You have got to be kidding me!" I say with a sadistic laugh. "Did... did you just call me fat?"
"Oh don't be so dramatic Tyler." He says, rolling his eyes.
"How about you complete the trials by yourself, huh? See how far that gets you. I'll just take my fatass over here and keep on being useless!" I grab my food and make my way to the living room. I flip on the TV but Elijah blocks my view.
"Get up Tyler."
"No! Now get out of my way, I'm missing the show." He takes my chips out of my hands and my mouth falls open.
"You need to practice! Now get up!" I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. "Well, there is no surprise. You give up so easily. Should have seen that coming." That's it. I jump off the couch and throw a punch.
Elijah smiles and catches it easily. I turn my body and throw an elbow, he catches it, but I'm able to throw another punch where he has left himself vulnerable and land it perfectly. He clutches his side and I kick him, sending him back a few steps. He looks up at me and there I am, in a fighting stance.
"Well look at you," he says through labored breath. "Your posture is perfect." I look down at myself and groan. I stand upright and he just laughs.
"I'm going to go watch TV now."
"Tyler I'm not kidding. You need to practice."
"We have been at this for a while Elijah! When we aren't sparing we are researching. I just want one damn minute to myself!"
"We don't have time for you to be taking minutes to yourself." He says standing up straight.
"Well then make the time."
I make my way to the couch, and after a while, Elijah joins me.
"Can we at least watch something good?"
"Hey, if you don't like it, feel free to open one of your books."
We sit and watch for a while, not speaking. Not even once. We do, however, pass the chips back and forth. We burn through about two movies when Elijah gets up and takes a book off the coffee table. About an hour passes when he quickly stands up off the couch.
"Tyler. I've done it." I look up at him and he is smiling. "I've found Demos."
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"This doesn't make any sense to me!" I say to Elijah. We are now both staring into one book that he has been trying to explain holds all the answers.
"It says it right here!" He points to some words I don't understand.
"Oh yeah, I forgot that I happened to learn Greek in the past week!"
"God you whine so much! Here," he says pointing down at the text, "it says that the Demos clan bears the mark of their loyalty and obedience." Then he flips the page and points to a drawing of a sword in a hand, flames around it.
"I've seen that before!" I say touching the drawing.
"Yes, on the guy at the club. The date rape guy," Elijah says matter-of-factly.
"So you were right," I said rolling my eyes. Elijah just smiles and I want to smack him so badly.
"Yeah, well I am a professional. Check this out," Elijah flips open his laptop and faces it to me.
"Vincent Stamos," I say reading the name below the picture of the date rape guy.
"A.K.A Demos. We've got him Tyler," he says with a grin.
"Now all we need to do is find this Petro guy," I say exhaustively.
"That's not so easy. Simon, Cal, and I have been looking for a while now. We've come up with nothing."
"Maybe there is another way to find him."
"If there was, we would have found it Tyler." I roll my eyes.
"You didn't have me." Elijah looks at me confused. "Look, me and this guy are linked right? Maybe we can find some way to use that."
"Wait." Elijah jumps out of his seat and rushes to grab more books. He flips through them and stops abruptly. "Pack up Mitten, we are going to New Orleans." Elijah is smiling so big you'd think his face would rip apart.
"New Orleans? Why?" I say, but he has already jumped to his feet.
"There is a woman there, Regina. I heard she can perform a sort of spell we could use to locate this guy through you. Some say she has done it for the rich willing to pay their way through a loophole to get True Sight. If we can get to her, she could help us."
"Are you sure this will work?" I say anxiously.
"It might. There are no guarantees. The only thing is getting to her. She's not exactly the most approachable woman there is."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Elijah puts his hands out on the table.
"She has some people looking out for her and it makes it a little hard to get to her face-to-face, but it's worth a shot right? So come on." He stands upright and smiles. "Road trip time."
YOU ARE READING
Colorless
Teen FictionTyler Carver. A senior in High School with an annoying older sister, Ryan, and a complicated family life. You could say her life is filled to the rim with headaches and problematic situations, but on top of all that; she can't see in color. In fact...
