A Heart's Thoughts

Day 21-22

It was late at night and Cecilia couldn't sleep. Annabelle's breakdown, Anthony's words, and the sudden ambush had her mind working overtime. She felt guilty for involving her friends in something this dangerous, and for having turned some of her dearest friends into murderers. Elias's pale face flashed before her eyes, along with his thoughts at that moment "I didn't want this".

A soft knock on the door interrupted her train of thoughts and Cecilia carefully looked around the room to see if everyone was sleeping before slowly getting up and opening the door, where Francis was waiting for her.

"I thought you'd be awake."

Cecilia stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her, "is something up?"

"Yeah," Francis started walking towards the main room in the shack and picked up something shiny from the table, "I've been looking at this gun for some time now, it's surprisingly easy to make. I thought instead of just those two daggers, I should also make guns for everyone."

Cecilia raised her brows, "why would you think that?"

He sighed, "you saw it, too. Today. It was a mess and if you and Anthony hadn't turned out to be such excellent throwers, I don't know how it would've turned out. What happened today was still in a closed-off space, but if we get attacked outside, in the city? We can't just use our powers."

"But our powers are more convenient and less... loud."

"About that, we can muffle the sound of a gunshot."

Cecilia crossed her arms, considering the suggestion for a moment before letting out a sigh, "fine, for now make a gun for those who don't have offensive powers. So that's for me, Alec, Annabelle, Felicia, Eden and Elias. Let's see how it goes for us and if it proves to be useful, you can make some for the others as well. We can control our powers better than a gun. I don't want anyone accidentally killing someone if there's another option."

Francis nodded and put the gun back on the table and grabbed a small stack of shiny things.

"I made you throwing knives. Thought those might be better than just those two daggers. I didn't expect you to be able to handle weapons so well."

Cecilia smiled a little, "that's only because I had to learn how to use weapons since my powers are pretty much useless and we're all required to have some form of self-defense."

"Yeah."

Francis smiled as he handed her the throwing knives and put a hand on her shoulder, "what happened today isn't your fault. We're all in this together so we all take responsibility. Elias was worried you might be blaming yourself, and it appears he was right."

He walked towards his room but stopped before grabbing the handle, turning back to face her, "oh and Anthony told me to give you this. Not sure what you did this time but I hope you get better soon."

He threw her a small bottle which Cecilia barely managed to catch. After Francis disappeared into the room and closed the door behind him, she took a look at the bottle. It had a note attached to it: Drink up.

She let out a small huff as she teared the note off and stuck it to the table before drinking the medicine inside the bottle and returning to her room. She didn't give herself time to feel the medicine working, in case she'd start to feel guilty for taking care of her body.

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She woke up to a Anthony lying half on top of her, almost strangling her with his absurdly long limbs. She had no idea how he'd moved next to her overnight, but she wasn't going to wait around for the answer. She wriggled her lower half free to give her some leeway before kicking somewhere she hoped was his butt, and he let out a low groan.