Chaos

Chapter 2: The Incident

Four years ago, I was pretty blind to my surroundings.  I was a sophomore in high school. It's right past the point of being stepped on, but not entirely where you've made it. My appearance did nothing to help. My mother always encouraged me to stay fit, which is precisely what I did. But, being a short girl with muscles didn't get me very far. I wasn't overly pretty, but I wasn't ugly either. The one thing people always seemed to take notice of were my eyes. People told me it looked as if I could see straight through them. Sometimes I felt like I could.

The transition happened on a Friday night. Every other week I would've spent my night reading or doing homework (pathetic right), but for some stupid reason, I wanted to go out. I decided on the movies. My mother, the loving and erratic woman she is, begged me to be careful as I drove to the theatre. Less control was after all a new thing she had to endure, and she just wasn't any good with change. So, after much reassuring and promises of texts every hour I was off. When I left, I didn't look back. I headed out, only the second time all by myself. When I pulled into the theatre and got out, I sensed it. Something in the air was off. It made my stomach turn. But, like most idiotic teenagers I overlooked that and walked into the theatre. I picked some random movie, too excited to be by myself to ever care and I walked in. My COMPLETE ignorance continued as I sat and started watching the previews. Maybe if I had paid more attention to the title, I would have known it was a brand new movie. It should've been packed, but I was all alone in this vast theatre. And then he walked in.

Maybe it was because of how beautiful he was. No honestly, beautiful was the only word I could use to describe him. His skin even seemed to glow in the horrible lighting on the screen. I could sense his presence even though he sat ten rows ahead of me. I guess I was desperate. Desperate for human attention. I was tired of being ignored. For being pegged as the weird girl just because of my name. I wanted, just for one moment, to be normal. So I said hi. When I think back, the moment he acknowledged me, that look in his eyes should have given me some hint he was different. Like myself, he seemed to have the talent for reading people. Even so, I should've gotten up and left right then and there. I could've avoided the entire shit storm that followed. He is just one of the reasons my entire world has been chewed up and spit out. Not because he was beautiful, but because of how we are the same.

But, before I get ahead of myself, he responded. To my surprise, he quickly replied, "yes?" His voice was smooth and comforting. I reminded myself it would be polite to speak again. Drawing into me a boldness I still can't understand I stood up and smiled as I said: "Hey do you mind if I sit next to you?" He didn't reply, but the silence didn't seem like a no to me, so I stood up and walked over to the seat right next to him. For some reason instead of sitting, I plopped down like a child. That's when I should've realized how grandiose of a mistake that was. He. Was. Too. Beautiful. It almost hurt to look at him too long. I know that sounds silly, but I could feel a strange headache forming the longer I looked at him. The moment I looked away it the intense buzzing in my head calmed. I have a knack for ignoring red flags huh?
Anyway, I stayed. I stayed because at the time I couldn't move. Even his smell was intoxicating! Later I learned that was the trick. But I'll talk about that soon enough. When I sat down, so energetic before, I can only assume he thought "wow she's bubbly" but at that moment I was solid rock. Too fazed to say a single word. So he did. He seemed amused, "Where did all your energy go"? He gave me all his attention. I can relate the giddy feeling I got inside to winning the lottery or acing a test you spent weeks studying for. Coughing, and trying to mask my embarrassment subtly I admit the truth. "It was a spur of the moment thing. I'm kind of an outcast".

I was pretty sure I hadn't meant to say that last part out loud. Something in me wanted this boy to know. He nodded, confirming his social status. I felt much more equal to him after, knowing this actual Adonis sitting next to me wasn't a part of the famous group. It was still tough to concentrate though. It wasn't until he started laughing that I realized I had also said that out loud. Man, I was really on a role. The movie started playing, giving me some chance to shut the hell up and save myself more embarrassment. Halfway through I jumped when I felt his index finger tracing circles on my hand. I stood still in time, hoping he'd never stop. Something in that simple movement sent electricity racing through me. I finally moved my hand and decided to be brave. I took his hand in mine, and for one SINGLE, SOLITARY, moment all was perfect. Then everything changed.

This current passed through me. My body locked up and all I could see was fire. In the light came a man, tall beyond compare and eyes as black as ravens. He said one sentence. That's all it took to break me. "Come find me my daughter" Then he was gone, my hand was cold, and suddenly I was back in the theatre. Whatever we saw, it seemed to anger the boy. The boy yanked his hand away. "I knew it. I had hoped they were wrong." I shook my head in confusion, suddenly overwhelmed by the countless questions swarming in my head. "Who is they, who are you, what just happened"?
Like most men he only seemed to hear one question. "My name is Ian. I'm an angel of the lord".