The People with Useless Power

Chapter Twenty-four

"Maybe he wasn't as innocent as she thought."

Her eyes followed the shadow around the room and watched as it snatched something off of the bedside table next to her, a mere inch from her face.

She slowly slipped her hand out from the covers, contemplating whether or not to bring up the statistics, but the person's head snapped in her direction. Emily's breathing hitched; her hand balled into a fist.

"Emily, get up," Grayson whisper-hissed, and she jumped. Gray's shadowy figure grabbed her hands and helped her stumble out of the bed.

"What's happening?"

"We're leaving. To the next level. Emily, it's 10 am, why aren't you up yet? We thought you were dead. I was so worried-"

Emily winced, and Grayson sighed and stopped talking. "It's still dark, and I just got to bed."

"You must've dozed off for longer than you thought," he shrugged.

"Why are you holding a knife, though?"

"If Vincent has one, why can't I?"

"Why does Vincent have a knife?!"

Grayson shrugged. "We're paranoid people, Emily."

She scowled and crossed her arms as he dragged her out into the hallway, where Lavender was holding Vincent in a chokehold. Gray sighed dramatically. "I can't leave them alone for two minutes, my god..."

"Give me back my knife!" Lavender ordered, and Emily winced at the anger in her tone.

"Last time you had a knife, you almost-"

"Shut up! Give it back!"

"Guys," Grayson said in a warning tone, and they both snapped their heads in his direction. Vincent's face turned scarlet and Lavender smirked. "Vincent, throw me the knife."

The shocked expression on Lav's face was priceless.

Vincent threw a katana at Gray, and he caught it perfectly with one hand, not taking his eyes off Lav. "This isn't a knife," he smiled, "it's a katana."

"Well, whatever. Mara has all sorts of crap around this place," Lav shrugged, punching Vincent in the back before backing up. He rolled his eyes and stood up, shooting her a death glare as his face cooled down.

Emily was still amazed at Grayson's... knife skills? She didn't know.

Maybe he wasn't as innocent as she thought.

"Where are those other ones?" Vincent asked Gray, and he blinked blankly.

"You mean Emma and Mara?" he asked, stuffing his pocket knife into his pocket and turning to throw the katana into the wall. "Yeah. They're still in the hallway."

"Oh, of course they are." Emily hadn't realized she spoke until the words slipped out, slicked in layers of poison. The other three gave her strange looks, and she shrugged.

As if on cue, Emma walked in and Mara appeared out of nowhere next to her. Emily looked away quickly.

"Let's get going." Mara had changed out of the extravagant feathered dress and into a black hoodie and ripped jeans. The hood was pulled up around her arrogantly perfectly hair, and she looked too casual to be Mara.

"Where?" Grayson asked quietly.

"I'll explain when we get there."