The Girl With Blue Hair {A Novel}

-Chapter Sixteen-

A/N: So I know I haven't been active in a while, I'M SORRY! But I'm trying to start writing on here again. FORGIVE AND FORGET PLEASE! Now to our (not-so) regularly scheduled programming:

Blu's P.O.V:

We had been in the helicopter for what felt like hours, and Henry, who looked to be little more than 17, was still asking questions.

"Tell me about the first war- What was it like?"

"Why does your hair not match your description?"

"Did you know we have books written about you?"

This one grabbed my attention, but as I opened my mouth to ask about it, Henry was already firing more questions.

"Who were you on the phone with?"

"Greyson is going to be so excited when he sees you. Is it true you were the best fighter we ever had?"

Hearing Grey's name spoken so casually still threw me off. I had believed he was dead for the last five years. And suddenly, he was alive. Anger surged in me as I realized that he could've contacted me at any time. In fact, he probably knew I was worried- no, believed him to be dead, even grieved for him- but still did not try to make communication. I mourned for him- tortured myself for him- I added, remembering my nightmares. I growled under my breath at the thought. I was going to kick his ass.

Meanwhile, Henry continued:

"What was your initiation like?"

"What's your real name?"

"How did you end up in Michigan?"

"Why were you in Michigan?"

I sighed. I was going to lose my mind if he kept talking. He was like a child. I eyed the open helicopter door, thinking about how easy it would be to push him out.

Jake must have read my mind because he closed the closed the door and said, "No Onyx."

"I wasn't going to do it anyway." I sighed again. I was no murderer. I would not kill a boy in cold blood simply because he annoyed me.

Three hundred questions later and an unknown amount of time later, I was rethinking that, however, as I finally turned to the boy sitting next to me. Time still felt weird, like I couldn't fully comprehend it without even knowing how long I've been out of commission. I should probably call Melanie. Or my mom.

Henry was sitting straight in the mesh seat, his soft brown eyes glittering with excitement as he talked and talked. His black hair was tousled from fingers that had nervously run through it. His hands were writing a new language in the air as he fired off question after question.

I stared at him a second longer, then, without any further hesitation pulled my fist back and slammed it into his throat, hoping to shut him up for a few seconds. I may not be soulless enough to kill him, but a simple throat-punch is nothing.

He looked shocked, and after coughing a few times, hesitantly asked, "Why did you hit me?"

I sighed, trying to exhale all my disappointment. "Because I hoped you would stop talking."

Jake was doubled over in his seat, laughing. I pouted at him, and he only laughed harder. My left hand curled into another fist, preparing to hit him as well. He held his own hands up, palms towards me, pleadingly. He paused long enough to breathe and say-

"I-It was just yo-your face!"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Henry, still having a little trouble breathing, wheezed.

"You d-didn't even b-blink." He let out a light chuckle as well.

"And then you even looked dissapointed when he talked again." Jake was wiping tears from his golden eyes. They shimmered with happiness.

How long had it been since my own eyes did that? Shimmered? With tears of joy, not  of sadness? How long had it been since I was happy in the first place? I pushed these thoughts away with difficulty. This was not the time to be thinking like that. I was going to see Greyson again.

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Finally, we descended into a garage that resembled a gaping mouth. My legs wobbled slightly, but I stood tall and looked around. Jake motioned to a small tram-like vehicle, and we piled into it.

After a few more minutes of sitting in agony of being so close, we finally stopped. I stepped out first, my legs more stable now.

There was something oddly familiar about this place. We seemed to be underground, judging by the large root system sprawled above my head and on the walls around me.

"Wh-Where are we?" I asked hesitantly, noticing that even Henry had stopped talking to let me look around.

Jake's golden eyes twinkled at me. "Home."

We walked farther into the cave-like place, which seemed to be a whole town underneath the roots. I stared in awe as I saw children chasing each other and adults scolding them gently.

A few teens were hanging together as well, and when they caught glances of me they did a double take. I crinkled my eyebrows in confusion. None of them were familiar.

Suddenly one of them jumped and screamed, "Onyx! Joseph that's really her!"

What.

The petite girl started running at me, neon purple hair flowing behind her. "Onyx! Onyx hi! I'm like your biggest fan!"

I stared at her. "My what? Excuse me?"

Jake hurriedly pushed me away from her, calling an apology over his shoulder as we ran deeper into the town.

"You- You're kinda famous here."

Wow really?

I smiled slightly, already angry. "Oh really? Mind telling me why?"

"Well- uh you see uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Everyone here kinda uh... wants to be like you?"

I stare at him, my face a mask of emptiness.

"You were our strongest, the kids needed an idol... They chose you." He sounded unsure, and even took a step back.

I knew my eyes changed color before I even spoke. My rage was so powerful I could feel it radiating off of me. "I killed people. What good is there to look up to?"

Jake looked uncomfortable, his golden eyes seemed dull. "Your loyalty."

I felt like my eyes were going to burn out of my skull. "My loyalty?!" I all but screamed. "How dare you call my murdering innocents as loyalty." I snarled the last word at him.

He reached his fingertips out to me, grasping at the empty air where my shoulder was a millisecond before. I would not let someone touch me who believed it was because of loyalty. I too used to believe in loyalty, but now I know it was pure naivety. I was too innocent to choose the right path. I was swayed by a boy I loved, and a girl I trusted.

Both have betrayed me in the end.

I turned abruptly, first walking, then running away- my feet pounding the ground and hitting the occasional puddle, my eyes looking black before the water rippled over the image.

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