The Caverly Effect

Seventeen. Aero

Ow, ow, and ow.

Those were my first thoughts entering my brain, when I woke up. My head, my eye, my HEAD. I didn't open my eyes, I didn't bother to. I didn't hear the man's voice, and I very much didn't need to. I was better off just laying there. Wait- laying down, not sitting tied in a chair! With a relief, I realized he had probably taken a break from me. Thank the Lord... Because I was alone, I knew it was okay for me to show weakness. Almost like a switch was flicked, once I gave myself permission to hurt, the pain felt like it increased by ten times. I involuntarily groaned, and rolled over, trying to ease the pain with the coolness of the floor. I wonder if I have a concussion... I hugged my knees to my chest, and laid sideways uncomfortable on the ground. My long pendant puzzle necklace made a clank noise, and it rolled out of my shirt onto the floor.

My
   orite

I fought the urge to cry.

Where is my wonderful, beautiful, amazing favorite? I thought back to that day. The day we started calling each other that.

Flashback:

"Fawn, truth or dare?" I asked, already knowing she would pick truth.

"Truth," she answered predictably.

"Hmm..." I thought. I had been so used to her saying truth, that I was sure I had run out of questions. "What's your favorite?"

"My favorite what?" She asked me.

"Your favorite... anything... it could be school, your parents, Christmas... your favorite, favorite, that ever existed." I explain. She looked at me, and without hesitation, she answered.

"Aero?" She asked.

"Fawn?" I asked back.

"You're my favorite. You are my favorite favorite to ever exist," I smiled.

"Fawn?" I asked.

"Aero?" She asked back.

"You are my favorite favorite too. My favorite favorite that ever has existed, and will always be my favorite favorite."

Flashback over

I teared up at the memory.

My favorite... without her favorite... I'm missing the other half of my puzzle. I am missing my Fawn.

And I'm missing her bad.

"Are you... okay?" I hear a voice. I quickly hid any pain I might have been showing. Emotional and physical. I pushed myself off the ground, and immediately felt dizzy, and nauseous. Pins and needles, in my face. Ignore... it...

"I'm..." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before finishing. "Fine, I'm fine," I lied.

I opened my eyes, and turned my head to where the voice came from. A boy, who looked about my age, was standing, and looking at me uncertainty. He had dirty blonde hair. Not- the color dirty blonde like Fawn's hair, but what looked like a bright bleached blonde, that was dirty from lack of showering. I looked away from him, and at the room I was in. The ceilings weren't high, like the other room I was in, it was a small room, wait- scratch that, a small jail cell, with four medal beds, with thin worn out mattresses. It was illuminated by a single light bulb hanging by a string. This seems to be the only part of the government that isn't new. Sitting, on one of the thin beds, was a girl, with crimson skin, black hair, cut just above her shoulders. Eyes, such a deep, dark brown. Freckles, covering her cheekbones and over the bridge of her nose. On another bench, across the room, slept a boy, who was tall and awkward looking. He had medium brown hair, that fell into his face as he laid there. I looked back at the first boy.

"Wha- where- who," I start, unable to form a proper sentence. "Who are you?"

"I'm Sam," the blonde one said. "That's John, he sleeps a lot. I don't blame him, it passes the time. And anything you can dream up has to be better than here."

"I'm Aurora," the brown eyed girl said, from the corner of the small room. I instinctly tucked the My orite necklace in my shirt. I was so used to not letting anyone see it, because at school I was often made fun of for wearing it. Nobody ever bothered to listen to my explanation.

"Are you, sure, you're alright?" The boy, now known as Sam asked me.

"Yes," I lied again.

"No, you obviously aren't. You have a swollen black eye, and blood dried to the back of your head." Sam informed me. "And I doubt you arrived with that," I looked at him. Ugh, he's smart like Fawn...

"Well, I might have had the black eye, not sure though," I answer truthfully.

"What's your name?" Aurora asked me. I didn't turn to her, because I felt like movement would make my head hurt even more.

"Aero. My name is Aero Feilds." I say. They seem familiar somehow...

"What did you do to be locked up?" Sam asked me curiously. That's a good question...

"I'm in Fraternity Ten. And I got away." I said. Sam, immediately seemed more intrigued. He knelt down by me.

"We are too. But we didn't escape," my eyes widened, ow.

"Are there more?! Why did they beat you up?!" Aurora excitedly asked.

"There is my best friend, Fawn, a girl named Sage, and a girl named Robyn. We were looking for a kid named Thomas, when I was caught, and brought back here. They wanted to know where Fawn was. I didn't tell them." I explained. I decided to keep Fawn and Robyn's secret between us. We talked more, and I liked Sam. I think Fawn would've liked him too.

Unknown Perspective:

It had to be the most boring job in the world. I was assigned to watch the live security footage of a cell imprisoning three kids. The little one, was energetic. The tallest was lazy, and the girl was quiet. Not much happened, until that one day. The door swung open, waking up the lazy kid, and making the energetic one freeze in the middle of a hop scotch game. An unconscious young boy, with red hair, and looked pretty beat up, was thrown carelessly onto the middle of the floor. I nicknamed him, the hurt one. The other three, got up and looked at him. The energetic one, grimised, when he looked at the hurt ones face, that was facing away from the camera. The quiet one, went back to her corner, and stared off into space, the lazy one, went back to sleep, but the energetic one just sat down, and watched the hurt one. I re-nicknamed him. The caring one. They all just sat there, for about an hour. Then, the hurt one groaned, and rolled on his side. Poor dude, I thought, as he turned to face the caring one. His eye enlarged and bruised, didn't look very comfortable.

I was told I would get a raise if I reported any useful information. So when he admitted he was traveling for Fawn Sage and Robyn, I got the button to call the boss.

No matter how much I pitied the kid, I needed money.

Not long after, two security guards took the hurt one away.

He would probably return, more hurt.