Fearless Beings

Chapter 29

Mia's POV:
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The girl with the abnormally thunder-inducing blue eyes chuckles, fanning her face. "Well, this wasn't so hard, now was it?"

"Shut it, Megan," I snap, my fingers clenching and unclenching around my necklace. "So, what do you know?"

"Something useful," she replies, full-knowing that she's taunting me.

"How did you know, Megan?" I ask her one last time.

"You'd love to figure it out, wouldn't you?"

That's it. There is only too much my ego can take.

I stand up and start walking out of her place, my eyes for some unknown reason stinging. I rub my eyelids and blink.

"Wait!" A voice cries from behind me.

I smirk, biting on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from grinning. "Ehe?"

Megan has a rubber band stretching between her index finger and thumb. In one swift motion, she has her long hair in a high, neat pony tail. I envy her--how can she do this so effortlessly when I stand in front of the mirror for ages, debating what to do with the wool ball excuse for a morning hair.

She rolls her eyes at me, finding it incredibly difficult to help me. I know the feeling. "Alright, but you must know that if you chop my head off after the first sentence I say, you won't hear the rest of the story."

"That's assuring."

She takes a deep breath and gestures to the sofa behind me. I sit at the very edge of it, making it a point to sit as far away from her as possible. She wipes her palms against her jeans and gives me a faint smile.

"Are you purposely building up suspense?" I ask, giving her a flat, unimpressed look.

Megan scoffs and opens her mouth to rant but remembers why I'm here in the first place. "Before it was time to come here, before we turned sixteen, I went to The Centre Of Humanity to get instructions beforehand. My dad's a pretty good friend of Madele's. Anyway, Madeleine's always been an enigma, and of course she--" Megan grimaces. "--intrigued Dad, you could say."

I wince. Ouch.

She points a finger at me, as if daring me to deny what she'll say next. "I'm assuming you already know that Tom's her son. Right?"

I narrow my eyes at her, my anger being sparked again.

She must see the figurative vapor flaring out my ears, because she quickly continues. "After my dad figured it out, he told me. And ever since then, he's been unhealthily obsessed with Madeleine Rulph's former life."

"Your point is?" I ask, still not seeing how I'm supposed to benefit from all of this.

She sighs, as if all what she's said has fell on deaf ears. "You're so dense," she comments, waving a manicured hand in the air. "Don't you get it, Mia? She was in a relationship of some sort at some point in her life. And I'm not talking about the life she lived here--on Earth." she sighs, as if saying all of this exhausts her mentally and physically.

Does she take drama classes?

"So you're saying that..."

"Our leader fell in love, and then forbade us not to."

I ponder over the thought for a while. "So she came here?"

Megan nods, clapping her hands vigorously and sitting at the edge of her seat, obviously overjoyed that I finally get it. "She was the first one to come here after she died."