The Gifted -Fanfiction

Andy

~~Back in the Underground~~

As I walk towards Gianna's room, Marcos walks out, nearly bumping into me.

"Woah, oh, hey, kid," he says, dark spots circling under his eyes.

"Hey, you wanna go and rest for a while? You seem really tired," I state as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I am. Gigi's been shutting herself in her room for days," Marcos says. I see the scars on  his arms and nod towards them.

"What happened?" I ask. Marcos looks at the marks and sighs.

"Oh, she...scratched me," he swallows and looks at me. 

"You should get those checked. And take a break for a bit," I suggest.

"But, Gigi...I can't leave her alone again, I just came out to check on the Underground," he explains.

"I'll take care of her," I volunteer. He gives me a look.

"You sure? I mean...she's pretty violent right now," Marcos asks. I nod.

"I owe it to her," I say. He contemplates for a while before nodding.

"Okay, but if anything happens-,"

"I'll go get you," I finish for him. He nods again and leaves, giving me a pat on the shoulder.

I resume walking into Gianna's room and see her curled up in a ball in a corner of her bed. Her eyes are blotchy red and her hair is a mess. But she's still beautiful.

"G," I call. She looks up briefly before curling herself into an even tighter ball and starts crying.

"Don't come near me!" she warns.

"G, please," I plead as I take a step toward her.

"No! Don't!" she screams. I ignore her and walk towards her. "No!" she resists as I try to hold her.  She finally gives up after a while and her screams turn into crying as she collapses into a heap beside me.

"It's okay...you're safe," I shush her and stroke her hair.

"You should be scared, you should run away from me," she whimpers against my chest.

"No," I refuse.

"I could kill you," she protests.

"You won't. I won't get hurt. You wouldn't hurt me and I wouldn't hurt you," I insist.

"How are you so sure?" She whispers.

"Because we like each other," I tell her and she looks up to me.

"You...like me? You're not...scared of me?" She asks, confused.

"I couldn't be scared of you even if I tried," I smile at her. She curls back onto my chest and thinks quietly as she traces patterns on my shirt. 

After five minutes or so, she falls asleep and I gently lay her on the bed and cover her with the blanket. I stroke her hair softly and kiss her head before laying down beside her, protecting her. 

I think...

I  almost-love her.