Fate

Chapter Nine

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Word Count: 1840

~Zayla

I have no idea who I am looking at.

This could be my parent's killer. There is no doubting their immortality by the look in their eyes. That familiar playful arrogance that comes with being almost completely unstoppable to the average person.

As I remain pinned to this chair, at this stranger's utter mercy, I have no choice but to comply. I know those who resist are the quickest to die in this kind of situation.

"I want to know who you are first," I comment, trying to steady my quaking voice.

He looks genuinely stunned by my statement. He remains standing still in his position, but he shifts from foot to foot. The surprise vanishes, only to be replaced by a dark sense of curiosity that expresses itself as something more frightening than his original taunting smile. He takes a step closer, his proximity bringing with him nothing but a sense of fear.

"You're an immortal, I can sense it," he murmurs, stopping down to a crouch, so he was almost level with me on the chair. "So, tell me why you don't know who I am."

Oh no, I didn't think about this.

I stutter over my words, "I-I don't know. I was never told a word."

"By who?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

He's assuming I'm playing some kind of ignorance card, which apparently wouldn't work, even if I was doing it on purpose. I've never seen this guy in my life, however, it's easier to see why plenty of immortals have. He has a look about him that I shall never forget. I wish that wasn't the case. He's about to haunt my nightmares for the rest of my life.

"By me."

Never would I have thought I would be so happy to hear Fate's voice in my life. It comes from behind this man, who doesn't bother turning. Instead, he smiles, a bright and amusing smile that doesn't share the contempt that Fate expresses for him.

My blue haired saviour wanders up beside the man, wisps of midnight tinted smoke trailing out from behind him. He used his magic to get here. Of course, he did. It seems that's the only thing immortals can be commended on.

"Apologies about this," Fate mutters, coming around behind me to undo the binds. "Sinful is only playing tricks."

Sinful. I remember that name.

"Tricks? Come on Fate, you got to give me a little more than that," Sinful taunts, "I felt obliged to scope the situation out before I arrived. When I saw a stranger, I needed to find out who she was."

"And perhaps asking in a normal setting does not suffice for you?" Fate says irritably. It makes sense for them to not to have such a good relationship. In some ways, they seem similar to each other. I would never tell Fate that though.

Sinful doesn't have a chance to answer as the feeling of falling consumes me, and everything darkens before my eyes.

I make a mental reminder to tell Fate I would like some warning next time.

When my sight is returned to me, I'm sitting back in my seat, right beside Fate. At the table, T still lounges, looking bored and irritated that he was left having to wait for us to return. A new addition seems to have joined, also.