In Every Universe

30 Days of Jazzalil: Day 6: Don't You Trust Me? cont.

If you would've told Jemilla three days ago that she'd be in a closet that's not really a closet at all, that's moving further and further away from the apartment she was just in and maybe even the earth's surface, while she was holding hands with a girl that smelt of fire, who almost burned at the touch, and who she had saw scaling down the side of a high class building that had windows busting out and flames escaping from every direction, to only then get on her motorbike with her and eventually pass out and wake up in her apartment to be taken to wherever it was this not closet was going, she would have laughed in your face. Any sane person would have laughed at the thought of this happening to them in only a short 24 hours, or at all.

Jemilla ached to ask Zazzalil where exactly the fuck this moving closet was taking them, but every time she stole a glance to the woman, the grip on her hand tightened a little, and Jemillas insides burned.

She began to wonder if she was actually going crazy, if she was in an asylum and Zazzalil was just the pretty doctor that had to stick medicine into her hands and that's where the burning sensation came from, but Jemilla didn't think even someone with her brain could make all of this up.

She felt her ears pop, and saw Zazzalil wince out of the corner of her eye, knowing that hers probably had the same reaction. The closet, which Jemilla is guessing is actually an elevator, started to slow and the atmosphere in the concealed area started to change. Jemilla wasn't sure but she felt that Zazzalil had started to produce a very negative energy almost like something was going wrong. Jemilla felt her heart speed up with nerves as Zazzalil let go of her hand, the constant comfort of the heat overwhelming leave her, and the sensation of needing to be sick filling her body.

Zazzalil gave her a stern look and grabbed her hand again, this time intertwining their fingers. Jemilla felt warmth shoot up her arm, and readjusted their hands so her thumb would be on top instead of Zazzalils.

Zazzalil turned to her, with a sharp rasie of her eyebrow as to ask "What are you doing?" but said nothing when Jemilla flashed her signature smile, and gave the shorter girls hand a tight squeeze.

The elevator slowed to a stop before Zazzalil spoke again, "Please don't talk to anyone, Jemilla. Let me handle all of this."

Jemilla wasn't a fan of being bossed around, but she nodded her head to the girl, ready to face whatever was coming their way. Jemilla wanted to be scared, and was surprised that the only reason her heart was beating so fast was due to the fact she's been getting to hold hands with Zazzalil. She didn't understand exactly why she trusted the girl who she knows is an arson, and most likely even a murderer, but she oddly had a lot of faith that she wouldn't be getting hurt with Zazzalil around.

Jemila watched as Zazzalil opened the door, and was overwhelmed with the amount of light that poured into the closet elevator. Zazzalil seemed very unbotherd by it, as Jemilla felt herself being dragged along like a puppy into what seemed like an entirely different universe.

As Jemillas eyes adjusted, she saw that there were people everywhere. She watched as people came in and out on contraptions much like the one she and Zazzalil had just came down on, and watched as people would greet each other or pass paperwork along. There were screens on the walls with different colored dots on them, and people running back and forth, speaking into headsets and typing things into different keyboards. If Zazzalil hadn't been pulling her along, Jemilla was sure she would've been stopped dead staring at everything that was going on around her.

"Oh hey, Bombero, you finally found a girlfriend who's stuck around long enough to bring her here? She must be something!" An average height man said, walking up besides Zazzalil, and matching her pace.

"Fuck off, Duck, Clark needs to see her." Zazzalil said with a growl. Zazzalil must have been able to tell this set Jemilla off, because she felt a gentle squeeze to her hand, and felt Zazzalil pick up her walking pace. Flashes of color seemed to zoom around Jemilla and she wishes she could just stop for a second to see what this place was.