The Insiders

Jeremy

Faintly, I recognised the smell of burning asfault, my memory had ran away. I didn't know where I was, didn't know even who I was. I was desperately reaching, trying to grab hold of it. But I only got a piece, all I could remember was a dark black hoodie. Arms enveloped themselves around me, then left me on something bumpy. I was wet, very wet. I felt an uncomfortable burn and a masculine shout right next to my ear, and I slowly came to realise that the burn was my skin. And the voice, which was not male, was a beautiful light skinned female waking me up with flashing lights. "You were in an accident. Keep your eyes open" "Stay with me...." She was fading, but too beautiful to leave without a goodbye I said, "Good bye, Cinderlla." She smiled, damn. I woke up to starch smells, scratching and beaping noises, and the same female standing above me with a frown and a clipboard in hand. Oh no, what about last night? I was hit. My car, me flying out of my window, a young girl screaming, and another. The one standing in front of me, still frowning, I needed to make her show me that smile again... Wait, what? What's wrong with me?! "How long?" I sounded husky, and very sore. Her frown deepened, she opened her mouth, took a deep breath, closed it. All the while, her jaw flexing. Was I irritating her?! "I said how long?" "How long?" Gosh, is her only flaw stupidity? "Yes, how long have I been under morphine?" She still wouldn't relax her face. At this point all those frown lines would become perminent, I thought. She said I have been hear only a day and she hadn't expected my injuries to heal so fast, with a curiously cautious face she sat down on a doctors stool. That was to be expected, normal even. I needed to get out, go home. Visit Malcolm, see what the next code number will be. My mission never stops. This that, that this. The Government is never ending. But as I asked for release papers, the nurse, whome still refused to tell me her name, relentlessly declined, saying I wasn't fit enough to leave the hospital grounds. She says she will let me know her name when I get her permission to leave, and maybe even her number. She said that with a wink. So, as I waited with the knowledge I would have to be here for a day or two, enough healing time to sneak out, I had thoughts. What happened? Who hit me? All these questions, with no answers or even clues. Unfortunately, I was interupted by a man with a long black jacket on, silver hair, and seemed to be invisible to the human eye. He was one of us, and he was searching for me. Without thinking I hid myself with a cloak. I have been doing cloaking spells since I was 5 years old playing hide and seek in an old abondoned church with my brother, Malcolm. Even with the superity of a Dragoff, he was no match. I needed to know what this man wanted. As he got closer I got up from my stale gurney and tackled him in a tight head lock. I dragged him into the hospital room, closing the door behind me for onlookers. Uncloaking myself I allowed my body to be seen and his eyes widened in disbelieve quickly before fading into a lax expression. "You don't want to mess with me." I replied to his glare menacingly, he smiled, canines and all. "Yes, but I know something even you, Jeremy, do not."