Part One
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Vellis swung to face him. His eyes had an almost vacant look. Maybe it was just guarded?
"What were you looking for in there?"
"None of your business," Castian snapped, letting the pillow drop to the floor near the door. It thumped softly, but he didn't care. "What do you want, Vellis?"
He crossed his arms, watching Castian with that same creepy expression. After a long moment he spoke, the words coming out like they were being pulled free. "I need help," his eyes moved to the floor and stayed there, "I don't know what to do, and you already know more than the others, so you're the safest to talk to..." How sweet, Castian's lips tightened around the thought. "Not that I trust you." Ah, there it was, that was more like it.
"Help with what?" He moved farther into the room, watching Vellis shift uncomfortably. He turned a ring around his index finger absently. It must have been new, Castian had never seen it before. The band was made of a cool green glass, almost, but not quite clear. His hands shook.
"I..." Swallowing, he looked up. "I've been sick, a lot, since we went." His hands tightened on each other. "Almost everyday. I was sick before... But it's worse now."
"I'm not a doctor, Vellis," Castian pointed out, eyes narrowed. "So what do you need?" His entire body was starting to shake. God, he was paler than normal, which had to count as impressive, because the boy was normally almost the color of a corpse. "Sit down," Castian muttered, waving at the bed as he moved past and grabbed a cup off his dresser.
He slipped onto the bathroom, watching Vellis sink down on the end of the bed in the mirror as he filled the glass. Shutting the door behind him as he left, he handed it to Vellis. His eyes looked glazed over now.
The liquid jumped and splashed in the cup when he took it, splattering his hands.
"I don't... Thanks." Thanks? What, was he dying? No demeaning comments about his room being messy, or the clothes he was wearing? Jeez. Maybe this was bad...
Castian sat next to him. "No problem man." He watched Vellis take a drink. If he was sick, why hadn't he told Taff? Did he think he'd just throw Vellis out? It didn't seem likely, there were too few of them, and they were too valuable. Right...?
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An Assassin In Time
Science Fiction(ON HOLD) If time couldn't hold you, what would you do? Castian was born inside a Field, outside of time. He has no timeline. He belongs nowhere, and anywhere. The Field he was in was destroyed when he was young, and he and four other children...
