A Coward's Melee

A Coward's Melee - Everybody Talks

I tried doing a part in Azrael’s point of view just because it sort of explains or puts some things out there for the rest of the chapters. Let me know what you think. Should I maybe change POV’s every now and then or just stick to Abaddon’s?

Anyways here is the chapter. Enjoy

Chapter 3- Everybody Talks

Abaddon’s POV

The sound of birds comes through the window and slowly as the sun starts rising. Closing my eyes as the light hits them I turn over and look at the clock that read 5:30 a.m. causing me to groan into my pillow. I’ve been up for the past 3 hours or so, thinking about that weird dream I had. I couldn’t remember all of it, only bits here and there. That kiss though, I remembered that. I couldn’t remember who the people were; all I could recall clearly was the feeling of sadness and desperation.

“So familiar…” I say out loud, touching my lips. I don’t know where that dream came from, but the whole thing just confused me. Then again everything has been doing that lately. Sighing I decide to get up and shower, it’s about time I leave anyways. Doesn’t this sound familiar. I think to myself before grabbing a set of clean clothes, my rude skinnies and my The Who band-t that I had and heading to the bathroom. Note to self: need to wash clothes. I had noticed last night that there was a bathroom connected to the room. I was glad this room had its own bathroom, didn’t want to be found wandering this house looking for one.

I tuned on the water, letting it warm up before quickly taking off my clothes and stepping in. As the water hits my body, I instantly feel my muscles relax. I just stand there a good while, trying to organize the scattered thoughts in my head. Not knowing where I was heading this time I pondered on that. What is there for me to do really? I just don’t honestly see a point in life anymore. I’m just glad my pride wouldn’t allow me to just end it, I don’t believe that’s the right way but then again what do I know.  Of course, the dream that still plaguing my thoughts weaved its way in. I don’t know how long I must have been there but the water started to get a bit cold so I quickly washed up. After stepping out and drying I put my clothes on. When putting on my shirt, I couldn’t help but frown at the mark on my right arm, working its way up my shoulder and upper back that looked like it wanted to devour the rest of my skin. I had tattooed around it, trying to contain it, or at least make me feel like it did. I quickly put on my shirt and exit the bathroom after brushing my teeth not even bothering with my hair. I placed my stuff back in my bag. I was in the process of putting on my shoes when there was a knock on the door.

“Yeah?” I ask skeptically not knowing who else besides Azrael it could be.

Once I answered they ask, “You decent?” I recognize the voice from yesterday.

“I’m decent.” I answer. I see the door open and in comes the feisty brunette with a small frown on her face as she stares at me. I raise an eyebrow at this. What I do to her?

“They told me to call you down for breakfast.” She says no longer looking at me directly.

I looked at the clock which read 7 a.m. before answering, “Okay…Cindy, did I do something wrong?” I ask her wanting to know what I could have possible done to upset her. I know I was sort of being an ass at the beach but I didn’t think it was noticeable.

She stares blankly at me before answering, “No. I mean you just left with the princess, took MY car, and left me stranded on the beach. But other than that, no you did nothing wrong.”

Oh yeah. I had forgotten about that. Way to go Abaddon.

“I’m sorry about that. I was looking for you so I could get my stuff but I ran into Azrael and she told me I could spend the night. I didn’t know about the car thing, honest.” It was the total truth but I wasn’t lying either. I just didn’t want to push her buttons anymore than I already had. “And if it’s any consolation, the drive was unbearably long with her driving. So, forgive me?” I ask, giving her a small smile.